After untiing everyone's knot, Yang Feng remembered that he had to go to the Bingmasi to report, so he prepared to go on foot. However, before he could take two steps, he was stopped by the careful God.

You know, Yang Feng is already a nobleman now. How can he walk over to take office if someone has a status? It is too boring and will make other nobles laugh at him.

So, God asked the Demon Gyro to take out the spirit stones he won in the underground casino, hired a grand carriage, and drove the carriage to the Bingma Sixing himself.

On the road, God was driving the carriage and laughed at Yang Feng in the carriage, saying, "Brother Yang, your last prize in this competition is a set of second-grade martial arts."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"That... can I borrow it from me to take a look? Hehehe." God grinned and said shyly, but Yang Feng waved his hand disobediently and said with a smile: "Hey, what's so good about it? I'll take it

Give it to that Yun Bufan.”

"What, that third place?"

"Yes, I'll get a spiritual soldier from him. How do you think of the material?"

Alas!

A light flashed in Yang Feng's hand, he took out the fire-tip gun and gestured in front of God, showing a smug smile.

God twitched his face, and a black thread fell from his forehead, almost crying.

This prodigal son actually exchanged the second-grade martial arts for the first-grade spiritual weapon? He lost the watermelon and picked up sesame seeds. I guess Yun Bufan was smiling now. He could meet such a fool, alas.

God sighed and shook his head, silent.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Hey, God, do you always have something to say?"

"No, nothing to say."

"It's okay, just say something, who will follow us?" Yang Feng smiled disconcertedly, touched the temperature on the fire-sharp gun, and liked it the more he looked at it.

God rolled his eyes and couldn't help but scold him: "Brother Yang, everyone in this spiritual world focuses on martial arts, followed by spiritual weapons. At the same level, people choose martial arts first.

Besides, you are of different grades. If you use the second grade exercises to exchange for this grade of spiritual weapons, can you eat or drink it with it..."

Click!

However, before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound, Yang Feng bit the gun head down in one mouthful, chewed it in his mouth for a while, and asked, "What, what did you just say?"

Well!

His body staggered, and God almost drove the carriage into the river. He just stared at Yang Feng as if he was gnawing sugarcane, and chewed the first-grade spirit soldier into his stomach. It was called

Crispy, and I was stunned for a moment.

"I'll go, you can really eat it."

"Yes, I used to choose some more high-end soldiers to eat. After all, the higher the one, the more delicate it will be. Those low-end soldiers and ore will taste rougher.

It's the first time I've eaten the spiritual soldiers here for so long. In terms of taste, it seems to be much sweeter and more refined than the war soldiers in the lower world. I like it, hehehe."

As if introducing a delicacy, Yang Fengyun told him lightly, and then he swept the wind and nibbled the spear completely without leaving any trace.

God was glaring with his eyes, and he was stunned. Ten thousand grass and mud horses were running wildly in his heart.

Oh my God, isn't this guy still human?

He is a demon.

Well, he doesn't even forget about demons. At least, looking at the entire spiritual world and the lower world, he has never seen any monster that can eat war soldiers and spiritual soldiers.

What kind of monster does this kid have? No wonder he beat up such a powerful Qin Shanhai in the ring game.

Because Qin Shanhai is not fighting with people at all.

He licked his dry lips, and God turned his head stiffly and continued driving, but his face was a little pale, as if he had seen some terrible monster, and was scared.

Bang!

At this time, an object gently hit his back. God was stunned and turned around and saw that at some point a jade slip appeared behind him.

God looked at Yang Feng with a suspicious look on his face. Yang Feng raised his eyebrows at him evilly and laughed: "Don't you want to see that second-grade martial art? This is what I'll give it to you."

"What, this is the second-grade martial art you won in the ring competition?"

He couldn't help but be shocked, and God couldn't believe it: "Didn't you exchange it for that spirit weapon? Why are there any?"

"I copied one in advance."

"Copy in advance? It's impossible, how did you do it in such a short time?"

"Don't worry about this, anyway, this technique is given to you. Just think of the apology that hurt you yesterday, hehe." With a grin, Yang Feng's hand flashed with light, and he took out another fire-tip gun, and nibbled proudly.

It's up.

God was completely stunned when he saw this scene.

Because he clearly remembered that this fire-sharp gun was the third place prize, which was exchanged for Yang Feng. But Yang Feng had already eaten it just now, why did another one appear?

But how could he know that Yang Feng’s fourth magical skill, copying, can copy all artificial products infinitely. Whether it is a jade slip for the transmission of merit or a spiritual weapon, it is artificially made.

So, the moment Yang Feng got this thing, he copied a backup for himself and then changed it with someone else.

God didn't understand the truth, but since he had obtained the second-grade martial arts, he still happily put it away.

Immediately afterwards, the carriage galloped all the way on the vast road, and soon arrived at the gate of the Bingma Si Mansion and stopped.

Yang Feng got out of the car slowly, looked up at the magnificent gate, and nodded with satisfaction.

From now on, this will be a place where I work and develop my power.

Not bad, the working environment is clean, the employees are full of energy, and there is a brothel bathing club not far away, which is convenient for entertainment and relaxation after get off work.

This imperial department is indeed very good at choosing a location, hahaha.

Yang Feng looked at the firm eyes of the guards, then looked at the young ladies a hundred meters away singing and dancing, and gathering guests, and immediately became full of yearning for future work.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

puff!

However, before his good mood lasted for a moment, a strong wind blew, and Yang Feng was knocked around and then saw a series of neat teams passing by him, each of which raised his chest and raised his head.

, high fighting spirit.

The one at the throne has gone far and cannot see it.

But the boy's arrogant and rudeness annoyed Yang Feng.

His face slightly darkened. Yang Feng took advantage of the last person at the end of the team and kicked it out immediately and cursed: "Dare you going to hit me? Go and eat shit!"

bump!

The last person at the end of the team staggered, hitting the previous one, then the previous one, and then hitting the previous one... In this way, like a domino, the entire team rushed over one by one, and finally the leader of the front

The person pressed down at the bottom and suddenly let out a harsh scream.

"ah……"
Chapter completed!