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"Sir Su, what do you need?"

A waiter at the peak of the Transformation Realm followed Su Yang and said respectfully.

The waiter was filled with horror.

The young man in front of him actually got the permission of Lord Deacon to take anything from Lingyan Building, all for free.

Moreover, this young man is also a singular flaming man.

"Well..." Su Yang pondered: "The second-grade spiritual liquid, pure Yang spiritual liquid, each of them is ten parts of the medicinal materials."

"Please wait, Lord Su." The waiter quickly walked towards the warehouse.

"Have you been able to refine the second-grade spiritual liquid?" A harsh sound suddenly came from behind, which made Su Yang turn around and smile at Fang Hao and said with a faint smile: "It turns out that it is Mr. Fang. Of course, he can't practice the second-grade spiritual liquid. It's just a try and practice your hands."

"So that's it." Fang Hao felt relieved. If the 15-year-old Yiling Spirit Flameer could still refine the second-grade spiritual liquid, it would be really terrifying.

Fang Hao turned his eyes and stared at Su Yang and smiled: "Young Master Su is so young, he is already a reincarnated spirit flame. If you have time, you must ask for advice."

"There will definitely be a chance." Su Yang narrowed his eyes and said with a faint smile.

"Mr. Su, these are all the medicinal herbs." At this time, the waiter quickly came over and handed over a Sumeru ring.

Su Yang took the Sumeru Ring, swept his mind, took away the medicinal materials, and then looked at Fang Hao and said, "Mr. Fang, I have a step ahead and say goodbye."

After saying that, Su Yang quickly left.

Fang Hao stared at Su Yang's back, and his eyes were filled with deep fear and evil spirits.

"Su Yang, you will be my enemy who will win the quota of Lingyanzi."

...

"There are still five days left before the competition of the Three Clans, and the second level of the Transformation Spirit is still a little weak."

Along the way, Su Yang couldn't stop thinking.

Five days later, the three tribes competition, including the second prince, the third prince, Ling Yanzi, etc., made his head feel uncomfortable.

"Emperor, what is the identity of that Ling Yanzi?" Su Yang asked in his heart.

"Tsk tsk, Ling Yanzi is not simple."

Even Emperor Yin and Yang was a little shocked at this moment. If Su Yang could obtain the identity of Ling Yanzi, the benefits in the future would definitely be unimaginable.

"The Spirit Flame Alliance is the most special among the Seven Profound Sects, because all its core members are Spirit Flamemen. The entire Spirit Flame Alliance, because the Spirit Flamemen, attracted countless high-level warriors to join, so the strength of the Spirit Flame Alliance ranks among the top three among the Seven Profound Sects."

"Ling Yanzi is an organization sent to various dynasties by the Ling Yan League. The purpose is to discover geniuses. If you can get the quota of Ling Yanzi, you can directly enter the Ling Yan League and become a member of the Ling Yan League's inner alliance."

"Internal alliance? Is there an external alliance?" Su Yang said in shock.

"Yes, there is indeed an external alliance. The members of the foreign alliance are the families of the Spirit Flame Master and warriors who are not the Spirit Flame Master join the Spirit Flame Master. Only the Spirit Flame Master can enter it."

"Also, members of the inner alliance have absolute voice in the Lingyan Alliance. Now you understand how precious the identity of this Lingyanzi is."

A hot light burst out from Su Yang's eyes. There was no doubt that he was moved, very moved.

"Because the Spirit Flame Alliance gathers 90% of the Spirit Flame people in the Seven Xuanwu Realms, basically the spiritual liquid required by other sects is supplied by the Spirit Flame Alliance. Anyone from the Spirit Flame Alliance, especially the inner alliance, dare not provoke them easily even if they are the other six Xuanzongs."

hiss!

Su Yang was shocked and took a breath of cold air.

He finally understood why the Emperor asked him to get the quota for this Lingyanzi at that time.

If he set foot in the Nine-Curve Heavenly Palace in the future, the identity of this Lingyan Alliance will be of great help to him.

"Ling Yanzi must be taken." Su Yang pinched his palm, his eyes full of firmness.

"The commander is him, that boy."

An angry shout suddenly resounded through the official Scripture, attracting countless people to look at each other.

Tatta!!

The dull sound of iron hooves was like a giant hammer, making everyone around the official Taoist terrified and trembled.

"Is this voice the Imperial Guard?"

Su Yang suddenly turned around and saw a team of black iron cavalry rushing fiercely from a distance, and his face changed slightly.

"The commander is that boy."

A shout made Su Yang's pupils suddenly shrink.

"That Mo Hu."

"Damn it."

A bad premonition arose in Su Yang's heart.

Rumble!

A team of iron cavalry rushed to the front of them in the blink of an eye. The leading iron cavalry suddenly raised his anger and fell down fiercely. A middle-aged man in iron armor stared at Su Yang coldly.

“Fence up.”

The middle-aged man waved his hand and shouted coldly.

Rumble!!

Dozens of iron cavalry were like giant steel beasts, instantly surrounding Su Yang.

Su Yang stared at the middle-aged man in charge, and a deep look of fear burst out in his eyes.

The latter exuded a strong and suffocating evil aura, as if he walked out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood, making Su Yang feel like he was entering the battlefield and was filled with palpitations.

"The Commander of the Imperial Guard." Su Yang looked at the visitor with a ugly expression.

"Boy, be careful, this person has the mid-stage strength of the magic power realm." Emperor Yin and Yang Wu reminded.

"Damn, a fool also knows that he is a warrior in the supernatural power realm." Su Yang cursed in anger when he reminded Emperor Yin and Yang.

"Are you Su Yang?" The commander of the imperial guards sat upright on the back of a horse, his eyes surging with evil spirits, and he looked down at Su Yang indifferently.

"Who are you?"

Su Yang pressed the rushing blood in his body, faced the evil eyes, gritted his teeth and said coldly.

"Lei Lie, the commander of the Imperial Guard."

Lei Lie's voice was like a bell, with a fierce aura. Every word was like a giant hammer and hit Su Yang's mind, making him stagger and his face pale as white as paper.

"What a terrifying evil spirit."

Su Yang gritted his teeth tightly, swallowed the fishy sweet liquid gushing out of his throat, and his eyes burst into anger.

A supernatural warrior?

My hands are covered with blood from a magical warrior.

"Your Highness, please come over." Seeing that Su Yang could hold on to his evil aura, a look of surprise flashed in Lei Lie's eyes, and then he smiled fiercely.

"Your Highness? Mu Chen." Su Yang's pupils expanded rapidly, and deep palpitations surged in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, I started so soon.

"If you are taken away, there is no way out."

Su Yang's thoughts flew.

Can't be taken away anyway.

"I can't resist the magical warrior."

"Unless, Lingyan takes action again."

A decisive look suddenly surged in Su Yang's eyes.

Fight.

"Take it."

With Lei Lie's cold shout, a powerful wave of evil aura surged in. A figure behind Lei Lie jumped up from the horse, and a gray and black evil aura filled with one hand, and it came like lightning.

"The Peak of the Transformation Spirit."

Su Yang was shocked, his body shook, and the terrifying cold air surged out. The evil aura that filled the air suddenly stagnated, and even the figure of the man paused slightly.

"Thunderhand."

The latter paused, Su Yang stomped his feet, his body was like a wooden stake, and silver lightning flashed through his arms, and countless palm shadows blasted at the other party with the coldness that freezes everything.
Chapter completed!