The reason why Chen Yuyang came back so late was, on the one hand, because of the inner demon, and on the other hand, it was indeed to find the Grass Pheasant Sword that was lost in China. The Grass Pheasant Sword is also called the Sky Congyun, which is a sword worn by the emperors of all generations of Japan. If the Grass Pheasant Sword falls into China, the impact of this will be self-evident for the island country. At that time, it will cause an uproar, and even trigger a holy war between the Dragon Group and the Qingfeng Society.

As soon as Chen Yuyang finished speaking, Chen Zhenkun snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Do you think you are a Rocket, and you can go back and forth to Tibet in such a short time. If you have this ability, then this world will not be messed up!"

There was nothing wrong with Chen Zhenkun's thoughts, but his thoughts were limited to the ideas of normal people. He could not understand the power of the supernatural. Chen Yuyang just smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart. It was Chen Zhengan who was curious and said, "Yangyang, this kind of thing cannot be said randomly. Now is not the time to show off. If there is, there is, there is nothing, and no one will blame you!"

Chen Lingfeng snorted and said bluntly: "Yangyang, just take out the things and give them the sensation of these two guys, and let them see what supernatural is!"

"Okay!" Chen Yuyang narrowed his eyes and smiled, and stretched out his hand. A long sword appeared in his hand that had nothing. Everyone was stunned, especially Li Yingwei, who quickly stepped forward three steps and two steps, looked at the sword in Chen Yuyang's hand and exclaimed: "Yuyang, are you magical? Let's do it!"

Chen Yuyang smiled faintly, without knowing the voice. Zhang Hanhai had seen Chen Yuyang's methods. The huge US treasury said that he had evacuated it. Zhang Hanhai didn't believe it, but the things that were littered out from the American museum are not fake! And the next day, the US black donkey President Obaniu announced that he had begun to implement a quantitative easing monetary policy. If it were coincidental, how could such coincidence be so coincidental!

Zhang Hanhai stepped forward two steps, looked at the ancient and heavy sword in Chen Yuyang's hand, and exclaimed repeatedly: "It's so amazing, it's so amazing!"

"It's not fake, right?" Chen Zhengan said weakly.

Zhang Hanhai is not that old man, so he can't tell the truth about the Tianzhi Congyun. He took the sword from Chen Yuyang, and Zhang Hanhai respectfully came to Chen Lingfeng, holding the sword in both hands and said, "Old ancestor, please show it!"

Chen Lingfeng glanced at the pattern on it and laughed: "Hahahahahahahaha, not bad, not bad, this is this sword."

"Old man, can you be sure?" Chen Zhenkun still disbelief.

Chen Lingfeng's eyes suddenly widened and said, "What? You don't believe my eyes!" He snorted coldly, and Chen Lingfeng smiled and said, "Angel Congyun, Demon Sword Masashi Masashi, and the Eight-foot Mirror are called the three major magic weapons of the island country. The Sky Congyun is a sword that is known as comparable to the Xuanyuan Sword of China. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"

"How to try?" Zhang Hanhai said inexplicably.

"Simple, Hanhai, take out your gun!" Chen Lingfeng said with a smile.

Zhang Hanhai had no choice but to do so. He had already begun to understand the meaning of this ancestor. At this time, around Chen Lingfeng, the whole family looked at him curiously, and they wanted to see what exciting things would happen next. Chen Lingfeng held Tianzhi Congyun in one hand and looked at Zhang Hanhai's gun with the other. Then he slowly approached Tianzhi Congyun in Zhang Hanhai's gun with the help of Zhang Hanhai. Swish, Tianzhi Congyun gently stroked across it, and then he heard a muffled sound. With a touch, the tip of the small pistol was cut to the ground. The incision was neat and smooth.

Everyone began to be shocked, and Lee Yingwei even exclaimed: "Do you want to be so exaggerated!"

Chen Xinchen also took a deep breath and said, "It's so damn!"

Chen Luoshu's mouth opened, like a goose egg, and could not be closed for a long time. The shock that this convoy of the sky clouds gave them was simply terrifying.

The old man Chen Lingfeng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How is it, I believe it now! He broke his hair and cut his iron like mud." As he said that, the old man sighed deeply, as if he sighed: "I don't know how many Chinese people had slaughtered by this sword back then, but the smell of Chinese blood still remains!"

"Old ancestor, how are you going to deal with this sword?" Zhang Hanhai suddenly became curious. After all, the old man has a deep say in this kind of thing.

Chen Lingfeng laughed and said, "It's fine to put it in the Palace Museum, let people from all over the world see it. The little Japanese who invaded China didn't even have time to take away their Emperor's sword!"

"Okay, I'll go and handle it now!" Zhang Hanhai nodded with a smile.

The old man stopped him and said, "Hanhai, you have no time to have free time. You always have to have a drink and have a meal before leaving. Otherwise, the old man would be unhappy. If I am unhappy, I will cause trouble for Zhang Tiande, the little bastard. You can do it!"

"This~··" Zhang Hanhai had no choice but to sit down quietly again.

"That's right!" The old man was obviously very happy and waved to Chen Yuyang opposite him and said, "Yangyang, come, sit next to the old man!"

This was the second big party for the Chen family after Chen Yuyang came to Kyoto. During the two gatherings, Chen Lingfeng asked Chen Yuyang to sit beside him. Especially today, in front of Zhang Hanhai, it seemed more profound. After coming to Kyoto, although Chen Yuyang and Chen Zhenkun were not catching a cold, the Chen family's ancestor's favor for him increased instead. Everyone, including Zhang Hanhai, knew what kind of influence the Chen family had in the Chen family in the Chen family and in China.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Zhang Hanhai also looked at Chen Yuyang with a smile, and then at Chen Lingfeng: "Old ancestor, Yangyang's future is unlimited. I wonder if my ancestors have any arrangements?"

Chen Lingfeng, an elf, quickly laughed: "Arrangement? I have arrangements, but I also want this little bastard to listen!" As he said that, Chen Lingfeng glanced at Chen Yuyang, but Chen Yuyang looked at his nose and his heart, and drank and ate without moving his expression. The conversation between the two made the whole table start to be curious. Especially Chen Xinchen and Li Yingwei, in their eyes, the core figure of the fourth generation of the Chen family, naturally the stronger the better.

After a pause, Zhang Hanhai also understood what Mr. Chen Lingfeng meant and laughed: "Old ancestor, Yangyang has made great contributions this time. Zhongnanhai is interested in awarding him the title again. I am over 100 years old and I am not young anymore. I want Yangyang to take over my position. What do you think?"

"Hmm?" Chen Lingfeng hesitated for a moment.
Chapter completed!