Late at night, after enjoying a sumptuous dinner specially prepared by the Hehuan Sect, Yang Feng sat alone at the table, brewed two cups of tea, and then arranged the host and guest positions, quietly closed his eyes and rested.

"Yeah, brother, it's rare. I poured me a cup of tea with myself. Thank you, hehe."

At this time, Bai Lang walked over with his teeth while picking his teeth. Seeing that there was an extra cup of tea on the table, his eyes lit up and he raised his hand and took it.

"It just so happens that you have a cup of tea after dinner to clear your stomach..." Touch! Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Bai Lang had not reacted yet. Even his hand didn't even touch the edge of the teacup, and his body suddenly hit his chest with a strong force. His body instantly flew backwards and fell to his back.

When he spit out two mouthfuls of red and his whole body was sore, he saw that the person who took action was no one else, but Yang Feng, undoubtedly.

At this moment, Yang Feng still closed his eyes lightly, as if nothing had happened, and he casually took back his fist as if it was too bad.

Only Bai Lang looked at him with a resentful look on his face, like a fool.

"What are you doing? Suddenly, you attacked me?

He is still so powerful, he is even stronger than the old man in my family. Are you still a human being?"

"This cup of tea is not for you to drink. If you want to drink it, take a cup and pour it yourself!"

Ignoring him, Yang Feng was still sitting quietly, his face calm and natural.

Bai Lang frowned slightly and looked at him with a strange look on his face: "I didn't pour it for me, why do you pour two glasses?

Is there a third person here?"

“This is for hospitality!”

“Hospital?”

Bai Lang was suspicious and looked around: "Where did the guests come from?"

After stopping talking, Yang Feng was silent.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air broke out. Yang Feng suddenly opened his eyes and a slightly excited curl appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Here you come!"

Hearing his words, Bai Lang immediately looked at the figure where it came from, and saw a black shadow flashing and landing in front of their courtyard.

It’s not someone else, it’s the old man who persuaded Yang Feng to retreat during the day.

"It's you?"

His eyes shook, Bai Lang thought for a little while, and then looked at Yang Feng, and immediately understood: "Do you know each other?"

"Nonsense, why should I give him face to someone I don't know?"

With a grin, Yang Feng suddenly stood up and stepped out to greet him with a rare look of excitement in his eyes: "Old poison, I didn't expect to find you here."

"Master, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The Poison King also looked excited. After jogging forward for two steps, he immediately knelt down on one knee: "See the leader!"

"Come on, we are old friends, there is no need to be polite!"

Yang Feng helped him up and immediately pulled his arm into the hall. The two sat opposite each other and told each other about their situation over the years.

"Old poison, how could you be in Hehuan Sect?

You will not have fallen here directly after ascending, right?"

"That's not true. When I first came to the spiritual world, I fell into the Hehuan Sect.

They saw that I had a good understanding of the properties of the medicine, so they asked me to prepare the medicine here."

"Then how are you doing in the past few years?"

"It's okay, the so-called seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister.

Although the subordinates do not have a high status within the sect, the Hehuan Sect is at least a top-notch family and is still very respectful when walking in the world. It is better than some second- and third-rate families."

"Then your luck is pretty good, not as bad as the two old generals and Ari!"

"What, has the leader found them?"

"Yes, there are also old ghouls."

"Hey, he found it too?"

...The two of them chatted with each other and talked about their current situation. In the end, the Poison King knew that Yang Feng was now the head of a second-rate family in the five prefectures. He was also happy for him, and at the same time he secretly praised him.

The leader is worthy of being the leader. In such a short time, he went from zero to the status of a second-rate family. He is really a hero.

In time, it will be no problem to reach the top of the top families in the spiritual world again.

But now... as soon as I thought about this, the Poison King's face became gloomy again.

Seeing that his face was wrong, Yang Feng said suspiciously: "Old poison, what's wrong with you?"

“Oh, nothing?

My subordinates only shocked the leader's talent, and they are indeed geniuses.

In such a cruel environment in the spiritual world, you can also build a great country."

“That’s right, don’t look at who I am?

No matter where I am, I am the king, hahaha!"

He laughed to the sky, and Yang Feng gently patted the Poison King on the shoulder and said, "How about it, old poison, do you want to continue to stay in a super-class family and enjoy the cool air under this big tree, or should you go back to me and work with me?"

"Of course I have to follow the leader!"

Hearing this, the Poison King thrust his neck and hurriedly expressed his opinion: "No matter how good this super-class family is, it is not as good as the old man and his original brothers, and they can run around the world with their own ease.

Besides, as long as the leader’s wise leadership, our Holy Fire Sect will sooner or later surpass his Hehuan Sect.”

"Okay, well said.

I don’t think it will take long for this day, hahaha!”

Nodded happily, Yang Feng was filled with joy.

Finally, two of the four Dharma Kings of the Holy Sect have returned, and the remaining two should be found soon.

The Poison King also said happily: "Master, when will we set off? I will make preparations to not let Hehuan Sect discover it.

Otherwise, if they find out that I am running away, it doesn’t matter if I am beaten to death by them, I’m afraid I will implicate you.

But don’t worry, if a small character like me runs far away, the Hehuan Sect will not struggle to chase me, and will never implicate your leader’s Xiongfeng Mansion.”

"Old poison, don't worry, if I want to take you away, who in the world dares to stop me?"

He curled his lips indifferently, Yang Feng smiled and said, "But now, I can't leave!"

"Why?"

"I haven't eaten the table yet. I have received all the birthday party of the Hehuan Ancestor. If I don't eat it, wouldn't it be a loss?"

Uh! When the face was sucked, the Poison King was stunned when he heard his reason. After a little while, he couldn't stop Can nodding with a smile and said, "The leader is the leader, and his style of conduct is always so unexpected. I really can't guess."

"Of course, you can guess me, you are the leader, hahaha!"

He laughed to the sky, and Yang Feng patted the Poison King on the shoulder, and the Poison King was also laughing dryly with him.

But suddenly, Yang Feng's laughter stopped abruptly, and his face, which had been extremely arrogant before, suddenly stopped and said lightly: "By the way, old poison, who is playing the piano in that yard during the day?"

Um! His body shook, and the Poison King was slightly stunned. After thinking for a while, he waved his hand indifferently and said, "Hey, that's the concubine that the ancestor Hehuan just collected.

Why, the leader is interested?"

"No, I have a few wives, why are you interested in other girls?

I just wonder who she is?

Why does the moon represent my heart?

I wrote this song in the lower realm, and not many people know about it in this world.

Could it be...that girl also came from our lower world?"
Chapter completed!