Feng Yang really wasn't interested in the so-called Ouyang Feiyu's challenge to defeat Chaoyang with one sword, but he was more interested in the winning reward proposed by Ouyang Feiyu. Of course, what he was interested in was not Ouyang Feiyu, but Ouyang Feiyu.

It’s his identity.【】

The fact that Ouyang Feiyu, the great disciple of the Tiansha Sect, took the initiative to challenge a young man with the same name quickly spread in Chaoyang City and everyone knew about it. However, not many people had actually seen the person being challenged. Even if Feng Feng

Yang was walking struttingly on the street, and no one would recognize that this handsome young man worth 25,000 to 80,000 yuan was the guy Ouyang Feiyu challenged.

Feng Yang found Ping Yang, the flower-trampling bee. Ping Yang had already learned about this and admired Feng Yang even more.

The two of them were sitting on a big tree in the suburbs, singing and chatting over wine, and they were very comfortable.

After taking a sip of liquor, Tiao Huafeng Pingyang laughed and said, "I really admire you now. You have a good way of picking up girls. You dare to accept Ouyang Feiyu's challenge. You have courage and courage."

"Is it very powerful?" Feng Yang also drank heavily and wiped his mouth disapprovingly.

"It's pretty awesome." Flower Stepper Bee said with a smile.

"Compared to you?"

"Between brothers." The flower-stepping bee smiled broadly. This smile made his face, which was divided into two parts by an upturned nose, even more thrilling. He is a patient type, but he is quite ugly.

, it got even uglier upon closer inspection, and I had to brave the danger of losing appetite at night to be patient enough to see his face.

However, Stepping Flower Feng Pingyang didn't lie. He and Ouyang Feiyu were indeed close to each other. He couldn't defeat Ouyang Feiyu, and Ouyang Feiyu couldn't beat him. Stepping Flower Feng's movement and lightness skills were indeed outstanding.

"I remember someone said he wanted to become my disciple?" Feng Yang shook the wine jar and heard the sound of the wine sloshing around, and said with a half-smile.

"I will keep my word." The Flower-Stepping Bee didn't show any pretense. He knelt down on one knee on the tree and handed the wine jar to Feng Yang, "Master, please bow to me."

"Return gift." Feng Yang handed the wine jar to Flower Trampling Bee. The wine jars touched each other, and the two laughed and started drinking at each other.

"Tell me about the situation of Tiansha Sect and Netherworld Ghost Sect." Feng Yang said.

"It goes without saying that the status of the Tiansha Sect and the Netherworld Ghost Sect is equal. In Chaoyang City, the forces of the Tiansha Sect and the Netherworld Ghost Sect are equally matched. No one can shake the other, so they have maintained a superficial calm."

"The behavior of the disciples of the Tiansha Sect is arrogant, arrogant, and domineering. They advocate that disciples go down the mountain to practice, so the combat effectiveness of the disciples of the Tiansha Sect is generally high. Recently, the number of disciples of the Tiansha Sect going down the mountain to practice seems to have increased.

The overall strength has increased significantly.”

"As for our Netherworld Ghost Cult, we have a very good reputation in Chaoyang City and are very loved by the people. We punish evil and promote good, and we do a lot of things by robbing the rich and giving to the poor."

Feng Yang looked suspiciously at Huafeng Pingyang, who kept talking, and his eyes were so weird that Huafeng was embarrassed and said with a smile: "But every sect has a few aliens, and apart from those women who step on

Regarding my face and breasts, I haven’t done anything treacherous or evil, and I’m not allowed to do anything bad. Overall, I’m still a promising young man number three.”

"Youth lacking love."

The corner of Flower Stepper's mouth twitched, "It is undeniable, this...don't mention this, I will shed tears if I talk about it too much." After a pause, he changed the topic and passed over this sad topic, "The Netherworld Ghost Cult is more conservative.

He has always guarded his own territory, especially recently, and has not participated in any fights at all, which seems to be a bit inconsistent behind closed doors."

"Advocating defense?" Feng Yang frowned.

"You can say that, and it seems that the defense is becoming more and more strict. Even the entrance and exit of the disciples within the sect must be strictly guarded and inspected." The flower-stepping bee undoubtedly had his say, "And the leader has also issued a statement, prohibiting any contact with the Tiansha sect.

When people have a big conflict and encounter people from the Tiansha Sect, they can tolerate it as long as they can and muddle along."

"The Netherworld Ghost Sect and the Tiansha Sect are equally matched, but they are so afraid of conflict with the Tiansha Sect. Could it be that the Netherworld Ghost Sect is protecting something, but they are afraid that the conflict with the Tiansha Sect will eventually lead to a decline in the overall power or cause the Tiansha Sect to be destroyed?

Attention?" Feng Yang thought to himself, if it is true as he thought, then what is the Netherworld Ghost Sect afraid of and what is it protecting? Jin Pingfu? Or is it the secret that Jin Pingfu knows?

Then Feng Yang thought about it and shook his head to deny his guess, "It shouldn't be that simple. The Netherworld Ghost Sect is one of the four major forces in the mainland. It can't be so obvious. Isn't this clearly telling others that they are afraid?"

"I'm going to look around, contact me if you have anything." Feng Yang said to Flower Trampling Bee Pingyang, then flew away and disappeared from Flower Trampling Bee's eyes in the blink of an eye, which made Flower Trampling Bee Pingyang a little surprised.

, exclaimed: "It's so fast, faster than me. This guy is really showing off."

Feng Yang ran aimlessly, and when he returned to Chaoyang City, the crowd became loud, and Feng Yang also stopped running and walked slowly on the street.

I don’t know how long I walked, but suddenly I noticed that the sounds in my ears were getting louder and louder, including various hawking sounds and the sounds of mercenary groups recruiting people.

"It's Fangshi in Chaoyang City." Feng Yang looked up and saw a big signboard 'Fangshi' hanging on the street.

With the matter in hand, Feng Yang planned to go to the market to search for Taobao to see if he could meet some ignorant fools selling the treasures as carrots and vegetables.

The four things to save Fang Fang have been collected: the God of War and the God of Fire Fruit, but they still need Shui Yue Po and Tianchi Spring Water. Although it is a fantasy to find these two natural treasures in Fang City, there are still other good things.

Less.

The markets in each city are different. There are stalls on both sides of the street, but no one dares to rob in the market. The market is not only controlled by Chaoyang City's army and the Arbitration Church, but also has regulations that prevent the major forces from preventing it.

, anyone who dares to rob things in Fangshi will be hunted down by the major gangs, and the Arbitration Church has also given special approval, so everyone who robs things in Fangshi can be punished.

Feng Yang walked around a lot but didn't find any interesting treasures, but suddenly a sound caught Feng Yang's attention.

"Selling highly realistic human skin masks at reasonable prices. Negotiable if interested. Don't bother me if you are the one."

Feng Yang followed the sound and found that the stall owner was a young man, he looked about 24 or 25 years old. There was only one person at the stall asking.

Feng Yang walked over to the human skin mask on the stall, which looked like the face of a teenager or young man. Suddenly, an idea flashed in Feng Yang's head and he asked quickly, "How much does it cost?"

"Ten thousand gold coins each." The stall looked at Feng Yang carefully and found that Feng Yang was well-dressed and the sword behind him was not ordinary. It could come out with his butthole. He was a rich man. He was very happy.

, I feel like I can make a big killing.

"Okay, I want both." Feng Yang reached for the human skin mask.

"Wait a minute." The young man next to him suddenly stopped and said, "I want both of these. I came first."

"I want two thirty thousand gold coins." Feng Yang said.

"I'll pay you 40,000 yuan. I've been here for a long time and I have to sell it." That man said without any doubt.

"Ninety thousand." Feng Yang didn't talk nonsense.

That year, the man gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred thousand gold coins." But he was laughing in his heart, and secretly gave the stall owner a proud smile. It was obvious that this bastard would give up if he offered another price.

"Okay, since you want it so much, I'll give it to you." Feng Yang curled his lips and chuckled.

"This..." Both the young man and the stall owner were stunned, and then the young man stood up and left, "I'm not stupid, I don't want it anymore."

"Brother, since he doesn't want it, then you can take it for 90,000 yuan." The stall owner said with a smile on his face.

"Ten thousand." Feng Yang held out a finger.

"Didn't you just return 90,000 yuan?"

"Eight thousand." Feng Yang lowered the price again, and then smiled calmly and said: "It's okay for you to trick little girls and children with your little tricks, but it's not enough to deceive big men. Eight thousand is a fair price."

After seeming to hesitate for a moment, the stall owner finally nodded and said, "I'm unlucky if I meet someone who understands. Eight thousand is just eight thousand."

After Feng Yang paid the stall owner 19,000 gold coins, he took away two human skin masks. Not to mention, these human skin masks were indeed very realistic. They stuck to his face and barely showed any pimples.

Feng Yang chose the facial makeup of a young man and put it on, and in an instant he changed from a twenty-five-year-old young man to the face of a young man. He has a tall body and looks a little thin, and he is only less than nine feet tall.

He really looks like a ten-year-old boy.

In order to make the image more vivid and appropriate, Feng Yang went to a clothing store to buy a set of clothes for a teenager. He looked repeatedly in the bronze mirror of the clothing store. The young man in the mirror had sharp edges and corners, and his tall nose showed his strength.

, profound

His strong starry eyes revealed his determination, his thick and thin lips showed a bit of unruliness, and there was a slight cynical smile at the corner of his mouth, which made him quite handsome. He carried a strange flying dragon blood sword on his back.
Chapter completed!