Chapter 486 Yang Feng: I'm not stupid either The 135th year of ancestor worship begins. This time the ancestor worship ceremony was on a large scale, involving the transmission of an arsenal and two super-large Tesla coils. Yang Qiangjing had already allocated an area in Tiangongfang to house the arsenal and Tesla coil. She specially gave the worker monks of Tiangong Workshop a day off. Suddenly, the sky darkened. A huge reinforced concrete building fell from the sky! Yang Feng pointed his hand slightly downwards, and thick black fog dragged down the large arsenal. huh~~~ The arsenal landed smoothly. "Fuck~ The ancestor gave such a big gift this time? What is this?"

"Firearms and gunpowder." "That's boring. It's just a kid's game. It's just a joke with the Foundation Establishment cultivators. It's just like tickling a Jindan cultivator like me. It's nothing more than a joke." Yang Feng curled his lips. He looked down on the firearms that Yang Qiangjing and the military had been tinkering with all day. They had given them a bunch of weird names, such as "Erpizi", "Aimu Liuyi", "Kick Jiuling". What the hell were these? "Haha~ Just practice hard. This really has no effect on you." Although Yang Qiangjing had grand plans in mind, she felt that there was nothing wrong with what Yang Feng said. If other people in the Jindan stage said this, Yang Qiangjing would only think it was short-sighted, but Yang Feng was different. He was not only a Jindan, he was going to achieve Yuanying in the future! This is indeed a small path for him. The next two large pillars with metal balls on them that landed made Yang Feng even more confused. "Didn't you say this was for Lei Xiu? Why can't I feel any spiritual power?" “It hasn’t been connected to the power station yet.” "But even if this kind of mortal without spiritual charm is infused with spiritual energy, it will probably explode in an instant and turn into powder, right?" "Ugh" Yang Qiangjing sighed, with a strange expression on her face. "Then why do you want to change the materials and make another one?" "No, you misunderstood me, brother-in-law. I sighed because I felt that we cultivators have been cultivating for so many years, but even if we are weapon refiners, we still only have a superficial understanding of materials science." "what?" Yang Feng scratched his head, not knowing what to do. "Brother-in-law, do you see these two big balls on top?" "I see. It looks a bit like polished silver. Hmm. There is indeed no spiritual power fluctuation. It is an ordinary material."

"These two large balls can create a thunder tribulation of the Jindan stage." "what???" Yang Feng's jaw almost dropped. He subconsciously wanted to quote Cao Cao's classic quotes, but when he thought that it was Yang Qiangjing who said this, he had to believe it. "What is the function of this thing? Huh? Now I know. If it is a thunder cultivator, then can it be used to cultivate?" "bingo." At this time, Yang Qiangjing had already pushed open the large steel door of the arsenal. The arsenal, covering an area of ​​12000 square meters, is not large, but it contains five bullet production lines. 、20mm口径的机枪炮子弹、、120mm的迫击炮高爆弹、125mm口径的坦克炮弹。 Yang Genshuo chose these five commonly used bullet models. Although they are not complete, they can make 90% of the Russian and American equipment in Yang Qiangjing's hands fire. However, there is no longer such a rich classification of bullets as before, and there is only one type of bullet of a single size. What Yang Keun-suk wants are basically armor-piercing bullets. Because when dealing with high-level monks, penetrating damage is the most reliable, and stray bullets and incendiary bombs can hardly break through the protection of magic weapons. Yang Qiangjing brushed the dust off her body, clenched her hands tightly against her chest for a moment, and walked into the arsenal like a pilgrim. Yang Feng, who was watching the fun behind, also looked around with curiosity. As soon as you enter the arsenal, the first thing you see is the mountain of raw material storage area, which is filled with large amounts of metal materials such as copper, steel, lead, as well as gunpowder, primer compounds and other chemical materials. They are divided very carefully and are equipped with electronic temperature and humidity detection and corresponding fire extinguishing equipment. "It's different here. Very different. There's a feeling I can't describe. It's like it was created by some special human race. And I can't sense a single trace of spiritual energy in the entire factory. It's so strange." Yang Feng was surprised at everything here. "This is what high-level immortals like. For immortals like our ancestors who are immortal and live as long as the sky, they have been tired of our spiritual power refining for thousands of years. Instead, they can find some fun in the simplicity of the great way by exploring some ordinary things." "So that's how it is. I always wondered why the ancestor always gave me some mortal things without any spiritual power. I thought the world where the ancestor lived had no spiritual power. Haha~ It seems that I am superficial." "Haha~ I don't blame you. You have been practicing for many years, but you can't communicate with the ancestor directly. You can't feel the breath of the superior. Although the ancestor didn't mention it, I think the ancestor's world may not use spiritual power for a long time. It should be something like immortal power. Our cultivation is too low to feel it." "Hiss~~~I see, this ancestor is really mysterious." Yang Feng's eyes sparkled as he waved the dark spiritual power in his body: "Immortal power! This is a world that only immortals can go to? Then I will become an immortal!" "You should first find a way to achieve Nascent Soul. I noticed that you have been wandering around since you broke through to the tenth level of Golden Core. Do you have any problems with cultivation?" "Ah, this." Yang Feng suddenly lost his temper and scratched his head in embarrassment. "It's really embarrassing that my sister-in-law saw through it. It's true. No matter how I practice, my cultivation can't improve. I've reached a bottleneck. Although I'm very strong now, I'm not perfect yet. I haven't had any chance to break through recently, so I might as well just walk around and help everyone do something." "You can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, which is the greatest event since the rise of the entire Yang family. Don't play these games with me. Go and talk to Grandmother Murong. She has been in the Golden Core Great Perfection for many years. She can definitely give you some advice." "Don't you understand that too? You've read so many books." "Learning from books is always shallow. You must know that this requires personal practice. I cannot explain such mysterious things as bottlenecks and breakthroughs clearly, but I can get you some of the rare items needed to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the future." "Then I'll go find Grandmaster Murong."

Yang Feng also didn't like this kind of incompatible arsenal. To him, they were just small things anyway. "Hey! Take this with you. Don't go empty-handed when visiting an elder." Yang Qiangjing threw him a most ordinary first-grade storage ring. Yang Feng opened it and his face was full of question marks. "You robbed Yang Qiangyuan's snack store???" Inside were all kinds of bagged snacks, and there was also a large box made of [ice crystal stone] filled with colorful Haagen-Dazs ice cream. "Forget about her. I'm too lazy to mess with her. My computer room is already a mess. This is what I asked the ancestor for this year." Yang Qiangjing said casually, and then walked into the metal processing area of ​​the arsenal, touching the smooth stamping machine and the lathe, milling machine, and heat treatment machine that she had only seen in books. This unique aesthetic is called industrial style by our ancestors. After hearing this, Yang Feng felt a warm feeling in his heart. "So you had expected that I would be stuck at this bottleneck, and you prepared all this for me." Yang Feng is not a fool, he naturally knows what this means. Especially since Yang Qiangjing is so busy, she still has to think about these trivial matters. "Xiao Jing, thank you, thank you for everything you have done for me. I know what you mean, but it is impossible for us to be together! I promised your sister that I would only love her in this life. I, Yang Feng, will keep my word!" Yang Qiangjing's whole body froze, and she turned around with an incredulous look on her face, and a question mark slowly floated above her head. "?" "Surprised? I'm not stupid. You've done so much for me over the years, I saw it a long time ago. Ten years ago, I said I wanted more [Wisdom Fruits] to practice, and you took all the [Wisdom Fruits] back for me. What a bold and passionate love!" Yang Qiangjing: “???” "Later, you were afraid that I would have a mental disorder if I ate too much, so you kept teaching me how to balance work and rest. You gave me one pill a year, and helped me reach my current state step by step. Now you are preparing everything for me to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. I admit that I was a little tempted, but among the countless advantages of Yang Feng, there is one that shines especially brightly. That is, I will definitely do what I say, and I will never break my promise, Xiao Jing. It's not your fault! It's our fault that we met too late, and we were not meant to be together!" Yang Qiangjing: “???” "I remember when we were deciding the candidates for the [Outstanding People List], you told me that you would kill me if I let the Yang family down. I felt a little strange at that time. Now I think it was at that time that you fell in love with such an outstanding person like me! It was your strange confession of love that really made me not want to let you down. It was you, right!" After hearing this, Yang Qiangjing felt as if she had been electrocuted and her whole body turned red. "Are you blushing because I hit the nail on the head?" The inner demon Yang Qiangjing floated out and opened her mouth wide: "Get lost!!!" "Yang Feng, if you don't leave now, you'll drive me crazy!" "From today on, don't let me see you again. I really can't stand spicy food!" Yang Qiangjing covered her head and ran away, feeling that Yang Feng’s talent for disgusting people was even stronger than his cultivation. The last time she broke down was when she saw Yang Qiang being beheaded by Feng Yi with a ray of golden wind. It's so disgusting. Yang Feng stood there in a daze. After a moment, he realized something and a strong sense of shame surged in his heart.

"Ahhhhh~ Marura!" It turned into a black cloud and ran out of the City of Light. What does it matter whether you are practicing or not, or whether you have reached a bottleneck or not? Just find a crack in the ground and rest for ten years. You won’t be able to see anyone anymore. After Yang Feng's aura completely disappeared, Yang Qiangjing returned to her normal state with a speechless face. “Some people spend their entire lives performing unique acts, but they are still not as abstract as the talented ones who do it casually.” She felt a chill all over her body and got goose bumps all over her body. But at this moment, Yang Qiangjing came back to her senses and suddenly thought of something that her ancestor regretted. "Master Murong is very talented, even a little bit stronger than Yang Feng. The ancestor always regrets that the descendants of the Yang family cannot win the heart of Master Murong, and cannot absorb Master Murong's talent and pass it down in the Yang family." "Master Murong is a cold and aloof person. He never smiles. Even if a Douyang cultivator licks him day after day for decades, he still can't be melted for a moment. Although a Douyang cultivator is also abstract, he is still less natural and more humble than a talented player like Yang Feng." "Maybe. Maybe Yang Feng can give it a try. The offspring of two such talented people are interesting." "Even if they are not the orthodox bloodline of the Yang family, we only need to let their children marry with the descendants of my Yang family, and pass it down to the next generation." "Except Yang Min, he can choose any of the second to fifteenth sons of the four generations of the Yang family." "Especially the fourth and eighth children, one boy and one girl, both of whom are extremely talented. They are also the focus of the fourth generation of the Yang family's training. They can choose whether they have a boy or a girl." After thinking about it, Yang Qiangjing took out her Redmi K80, edited a text message and sent it. The communication station was operating, and countless base stations hidden in various places in the Danai Dynasty received the signal and transmitted it to Yang Feng's mobile phone. Yang Feng, who was hiding in the crack of the ground and taking a nap, had fallen into a deep sleep. Only in this way could he escape from the thing that made his toes tingle just thinking about it. But he didn't sleep well, he kept dreaming In the dream, he was back to the mortal stage and needed to poop on his own, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't poop. The harder he tried, the deeper it went. "Eh? What are you doing?!" Yang Feng suddenly opened his eyes and saw a big pigeon pecking his butt hard from behind. "???" He pulled the beak out and removed a note from its foot. "Yang Qiangjing: Check your phone for pigeons. Remember to reply when you receive messages next time." Yang Feng scratched his head and took out the same Redmi K80 from his arms. After reading the above news, I was filled with disbelief. "What! Master Murong actually has a crush on me???" After a moment, he suddenly realized. "Yes, it's the sympathy between strong people. But I already have a family, I can't let Qiangwei down." The next second, Yang Qiangwei sent a text message. "Listen to Xiaojing, this is a family mission."

"Family mission is interesting, so this time I will use thunder to shatter the darkness!" Yang Feng instantly shook off his bad luck and was full of fighting spirit! Outpost on the outskirts of the Demonic Wind Forest. Murong Zi Yan floated in the air, slowly practicing thunder magic, her breath was like a thunder cloud fetus, looking ethereal and boundless. A mysterious aura spread around. "Master Murong! Can you come down and talk? I have something to talk to you about!" Murong Zi Yan opened her eyes and saw Yang Feng, her face full of confusion. After slowly finishing her exercise, she descended from the sky with purple lightning shining on her body. Her clothes fluttered, her skin was snow-white, and her face was still as icy as when she killed the demon cultivators in the Da Nai Dynasty. A hundred years had passed, but time had not left a trace on her face. After observing closely, Yang Feng found that Master Murong was so beautiful, like a fairy from another world. "What's the matter?" Murong Zi Yan still thinks highly of Yang Feng, her junior, not only because he has a natural spiritual root and has cultivated to the tenth level of Golden Elixir. Moreover, he is the son of an old friend. Feng Xun, a disciple of Tianling Pavilion, calls her Senior Sister. If there is a discussion between two people. "Master Murong, I have some doubts about my cultivation, and I would like you to help me solve them." Murong Zi Yan nodded, probably guessing it. She was dressed in fluttering white as she flew towards her own cave. "Come with me" Yang Feng followed, and Murong Ziyan said lightly: "The Yunyin Spiritual Sect respects strength. You are now a tenth-level Jindan cultivator, so don't call me Grandmaster." "Ah? Then what should I call you?" "Your father once called me Senior Sister, so you can call me Auntie when we meet from now on." Yang Feng was delighted! At this time and in this place, what does it mean to say such a thing? How could he not know? He's not stupid either! 'Murong Ziyan must be interested in me!' "Xiao Jingcheng never lied to me!" "Qiangwei, I'm willing to sacrifice everything for my family." Yang Feng shouted crisply: "Auntie!" (End of this chapter)