"Is this what they call 'anger for a beauty'?!"
"Get lost! They just said that those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are. That man in the straw hat was trying to kill the younger generation of China."
"In short, this man is incredibly handsome!"
All the martial artists looked on with surprise, their eyes filled with admiration and a variety of emotions as they watched Yang Feng slowly land on the arena.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 499 The People of the Alchemy Hall
Yang Feng landed on the arena, long sword in hand, his white robes fluttering. His handsome face, tall and slender figure, and dark eyes filled with arrogance...
His expression was calm. He turned around, slung his longsword behind his back, tossed out a bottle of pills, and said indifferently:
"You've done your best. Miyamoto Fuji's strength is already close to breaking through to the Xuan rank. You... have every reason to be proud!"
Liu Hanlu accepted the bottle of pills with both hands. Hearing the praise from the boy she liked, her heart was instantly filled with energy and warmth.
But when she felt the intense pain in her internal organs, she couldn't help but contort her beautiful face.
He immediately opened the bottle of pills, and a strong aroma of medicinal herbs wafted out, making him feel refreshed and invigorated.
The aroma of the elixir was extremely strong, and in no time, it filled the entire martial arts arena.
"This...this medicine is incredibly potent!"
"What kind of pill is this? Its medicinal power is so strong!"
"Even the pills from the Alchemy Hall are no better than this!"
The surrounding martial artists, whose sense of smell was naturally more acute than that of ordinary people, quickly recovered and looked back at the arena, their eyes once again flashing with surprise and doubt.
"Yang...Yang Feng, thank you!"
Liu Hanlu looked at Yang Feng with even more affection in her beautiful eyes, and then swallowed the pill.
It melts in your mouth.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, her complexion became rosy and radiant, and her energy and spirits recovered.
The internal energy within the body became more profound and powerful.
Yang Feng didn't care about this pill at all; it was like candy, and he could easily make a bunch of them.
At this moment, what he cared about was the champion's prize in the martial arts tournament: a thousand-year-old medicinal herb and the opportunity to cultivate in a Yellow-grade spiritual vein environment.
The scrolls are already enough for three thousand, enough to buy cultivation techniques above the Innate level, and then combine them with the pure spiritual power of the Yellow-grade spiritual vein.
He could even plan to break through to the Heavenly Realm in one go!
"I need the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs and the opportunity to cultivate in the Yellow-grade spiritual vein, from the manager of this martial arts tournament."
Yang Feng turned to look at Wu Long in the highest audience seat, his voice filled with an irresistible tone.
"Hey... young brother, our martial arts association can give you the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, but the opportunity to enter cultivation with a Yellow-grade spiritual vein... we might not be able to let you down."
Wu Long sighed slightly, looked deeply at Yang Feng, and then shook his head with a sigh.
"What do you mean?!"
Yang Feng's face darkened, and he felt somewhat displeased. He had come to this martial arts tournament precisely for the championship reward, the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, and the opportunity to cultivate in a Yellow-grade spiritual vein.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted his time watching these worldly martial artists fight.
Without opponents, it's simply meaningless.
"We're sorry, it's not that we won't let you in, but... just last night, according to intelligence, a young woman sneaked into the Yellow-grade spiritual vein and absorbed all its spiritual energy, turning it into a useless spiritual vein!"
Wu Long gritted his teeth, his tone filled with anger, his eyes practically spitting fire.
Throughout China, the chances of a spiritual vein appearing in the secular world are extremely small. There is only one yellow-grade spiritual vein deep in this mountain, and another is a half-yellow-grade spiritual vein belonging to the Han family in Jinling.
And the magnificent architecture of China, the Yellow Spirit Vein beneath the Great Wall!
However, the spiritual veins beneath the Great Wall belong to the state and are used by those who protect the country for cultivation.
As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding martial artists looked at each other for a second, their hearts filled with shock.
They were already shocked enough today, but now they've received another bombshell!
Really?
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, then activated his eagle eyes, combining them with the micro-expression and movement analysis techniques used in the detective profession.
It was discovered that the elderly man, Wu Long, did not appear to be lying.
"What I said is true. He was indeed absorbed by someone. This person is wanted by our Cloud Manor and we are hunting him down. He is probably a powerful expert, otherwise he would have been captured alive by our Cloud Manor experts by now!"
"If this senior joins us in the hunt, our chances of success will greatly increase!"
Wu Long jumped down from the upper tier of the stands, clasped his fists together, looked at Yang Feng respectfully, and began to speak.
In the world of martial arts, age is irrelevant; only the difference in strength matters!