Chapter 738

"I told you earlier that your brother never took your brother seriously in his heart. He doesn't want to share any good things with you. You are a relative of the emperor. Why don't you have it if everyone else has it? This time, if the little spy of the old poison sect who was next to the sect leader had not tipped off the news, I heard it and I didn't know it, he would have fun again I'm sorry, hum! "

Swearing, Wang batian began to scold with a broken Gong in the yard.

After hearing this, Yang Feng's face sank, looked at the poison king on one side, picked his eyebrows and said, "old poison, the little spy mentioned by old Wang BA's mouth is your precious apprentice, the five poison boy. I'll say that you old guys are good. Why did all of you come to our imperial capital? Come on, what tongue did the little girl chew in your ear?"

"Er... The leader..."

The corner of his mouth grinned slightly. The poison King scratched his back neck in embarrassment and murmured: "don't listen to that old bastard's nonsense. How dare I plant spies around the leader? In fact, Wuer just said so casually when he went back to the general altar to see me as a master

Touch!

However, before he finished, Wang batian stormed through the door and pulled Yang Xiaoyi with a shy face behind him.

Seeing that his second brother really came, Yang Feng asked, "second brother, are you coming back..."

"The third brother... In fact, it doesn't matter, hehe“

Yang Xiaoyi touched his forehead and looked embarrassed. He didn't know what to say, but when he saw his master's fierce eyes, he hardened his head and said, "I heard you've got some Kirin blood recently? If you have a surplus, can you... Of course, if you don't have a surplus..."

"If you don't have enough, you have to take it out. You are his second brother. How can you get less when you share the benefits? Why are you embarrassed? Ask him for it. Who makes him your brother?"

Seeing Yang Xiaoyi's hesitation, he beat around the Bush and couldn't fart for a long time. Wang batian was so anxious that he clenched his teeth. Finally, he couldn't help scolding and looked at Yang Feng.

"Sect leader, you are unfair again this time. Unicorn blood is not very good for those magic spirits, but it is of great benefit to our war emperor. In particular, your brother is now refining magic sabres. You'd rather spend money on those useless things if you get this kind of good thing. You don't know to send it to your brother to mend your body. What else do you have Don't treat him as a royal relative? He's your brother. It's chilling for you to do so! "

With that, Wang batian also smoked his nose twice and his eyes turned red, as if he had been wronged.

Yang Feng looked at the old rascal coldly, but rolled his eyes.

This is worthy of the title of the first son of a bitch in the church. It's really special!

Then, Yang Feng looked at the poison king and the ghost King: "you two are also here for the blood of the unicorn?"

"Er... Um, ha ha..."

Looking at each other, they pondered a little, and both nodded their heads shyly.

Pop!

Without a word, Yang Feng threw them a paper bag and sighed, "divide it."

"What? It's only one package. Our royal relatives should not share more..."

Pop!

However, seeing this palm sized oil paper bag, Wang batian was still dissatisfied and shouted loudly, but he didn't finish his words. Yang Feng threw another bag on his face and shouted, "are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied!"

Wang batian is a donkey. He changes his face faster than anyone else. He just looks sad and angry. Now he smiles like a flower and flatters constantly.

"I have said that my disciple has such a loving and righteous brother as the leader, which is the good fortune of his life. Look at all kinds of rare miraculous medicines. They are all tonic. How can others have this condition? When his Sabre technique is successful in the future, half of the credit will belong to the leader, hehe hehe."

Rolling over his eyes, Yang Feng sighed helplessly.

Yang Xiaoyi also blushed and turned away embarrassed, as if ashamed to stand in a row with the master.

In fact, he's a good teacher everywhere, but he's too thick skinned. Sometimes it's a shame to follow him. He's still lost it in front of his brother, alas.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, gurgling, and the powerful momentum was so steep that it filled the whole Yang house, and every corner was full of murderous spirit.

A roar full of drama and abuse suddenly sounded: "Yang family master, where is Yang Feng? Come out and die, Jie!"

Who is this? What a big voice! He dared to shout to our leader. He doesn't want to live anymore. Hum!

His face sank, and everyone in the room had a sharp light in their eyes.

Yang Feng Shhh narrowed his eyes and smiled indifferently: "you see, you're in such a hurry. Why is it so coincidence? These troublemakers don't come early or late. It's time for me to teach the senior management to pay benefits. Isn't this a thief robbing the bank and catching up with the police to pay wages, ha ha!"

At the gate of Yang mansion, at this moment, the whole lintel has been smashed into thin pieces.

Murong Yinfeng, with a shallow smile on his mouth, looked leisurely at the deep house. There were more than 30 top fighters around him, all holding their rebellious heads with their nostrils facing the sky and sneering.

"Who dare to intrude into our Yang mansion courtyard?"

"Come and kill your people!"

Boom!

Ximen Zun and Tu Ganglie heard the news. As soon as they ran out, they were flicked by a big monk wearing a Lama hat, and they flew out together.

When he fell to the ground, the corners of his mouth could not stop bleeding, and his face was very white.

Eh?

I was stunned. The Lama looked at them strangely: "according to their cultivation, that finger should have killed them just now. How could it..."

"They have high-level magic tools to protect themselves!"

At this time, another bald old man's eyes flashed and stared at their rings and necklaces.

Clearly nodded, the Lama smiled and said, "I'll add another effort."

As he said, the Lama was about to do it again, but suddenly, the gurgling colorful fog suddenly hit the people like a tsunami.

Murong's face was smiling and calm.

He suddenly flashed two figures in front of him, printed a dozen in his hand, and shouted, "the wind swept the remnant clouds!"

Hoo!

A strong wind rose abruptly, and the poisonous fog was blown away in an instant. Tu Ganglie, who had just collapsed to the ground, had disappeared. It was obvious that they had been rescued by someone.

Ignoring the two escaped mice, the two retreated back behind Murong Yinfeng and said faintly, "there is an expert of poison skill in Yang's house, probably the first-order peak cultivation of the magic spirit."

"What a Huai'an Yang family. It's really hidden and has some details. Unexpectedly, there are still magic spirits in the family. No wonder you have the ability to send someone to assassinate my eldest brother. But from now on, you won't have this opportunity, ha ha ha!"

With a laugh, Murong Yinfeng walked forward with awe inspiring killing intention in his eyes and murmured, "surround the whole Yang house. We must not let them escape alone. I want to cut the grass and eliminate the roots."

"Yes, Lord!"

As soon as Qi Qi bowed down, the demon cavalry outside the door immediately dispersed and surrounded the whole Yang house. They were in full battle readiness. Like an iron bucket, a fly couldn't fly out