After everyone left, Feng Yun looked at Qin Feiyang and shouted coldly: "Close the door!"
"That's strange."
"This is our alchemy room, what right do you have to give orders here?"
Fatso frowned.
This person was taking advantage of him, right?
"Your alchemy room?"
"Let me tell you, all the alchemy rooms on the first floor are mine."
"I can do whatever I want."
"Do you understand?"
Feng Yun glanced at the two of them arrogantly.
"So awesome?"
Fatso chuckled, took out the image crystal, and said: "Come, come, come, say what you just said again."
"Are you courting death?"
Feng Yun's gaze turned cold.
The other party was obviously going to record his words.
Although every floor of the Martial Arts Hall and Dan Hall was controlled by the Martial Marquis disciples, it was only a private matter.
And this phenomenon, the higher ups of the Divine Palace had long known, but they all pretended to be deaf and dumb, too lazy to care.
But if they really made a fuss, then these people would definitely suffer.
So …
Feng Yun was still very afraid of Fatso's move.
"I don't dare!"
"Then why are you so arrogant?"
"If you have something to say, then say it quickly, don't waste our time."
Fatso laughed in disdain.
He even dared to scold the Thirteenth Prince, let alone a mere Martial Marquis disciple.
Feng Yun looked coldly at Fatso, then looked at Qin Feiyang and said: "You might not know, who is the big shot behind us Martial Marquis disciples?"
"Can you stop talking nonsense?"
"Isn't it just the princes?"
"Just tell us who is behind you, and see if you can scare us."
Fatso waved his hand impatiently.
"What?"
"You know?"
Feng Yun was stunned.
Didn't these two just come to the Divine Palace? How did they know about this?
Fatso's patience was almost worn out, and he said angrily: "Do you want to say it, or get lost!"
"You …"
After repeatedly offending him, Feng Yun was furious.
But in the end.
He still endured and said: "The person behind me is His Highness the Thirteenth Prince."
"Hmm?"
Fatso was stunned and turned to look at Qin Feiyang. Qin Feiyang was also stunned.
Fatso transmitted his voice: "Boss, why are Feng Yun and Lin Dian both Thirteenth Prince's men?"
"Isn't that simple?"
"The Martial Arts Hall and the Dan Hall both have a hundred floors. In other words, the total number of Martial Marquis disciples in these two places is about two hundred."
"However, there are only a dozen princes. Naturally, there are many people who are loyal to the same prince."
Qin Feiyang thought.
"I see."
Fatso nodded in realization and said, "That's not right. How can there be only a dozen princes in such a huge Imperial Palace?"
"You have to ask the emperor about that. Giving birth to children is his business."
"However, when I was expelled from the imperial capital, there were indeed only fifteen princes."
"As for whether it has increased now, I don't know."
Qin Feiyang said.
Fatso said, "So you have a younger brother?"
"Yes."
"He is five years younger than me. Our relationship is not bad."
"Because he was still young then and was very clingy."
"But now that he has grown up, I don't know what he is like."
Qin Feiyang transmitted his voice.
Fatso said, "I guess he has become snobbish!"
"Maybe!"
Qin Feiyang mumbled.
To be honest, no matter how kind a person was, they would change in the end if they were born in the imperial family.
Of course.
There were exceptions to everything.
Before seeing this fifteenth brother with his own eyes, he didn't dare to say anything.
"There is one more question."
"How can one hundred Martial Marquis's sons control the alchemy and cultivation rooms on these two hundred floors?"
"Shouldn't one person control two floors?"
Fatso was puzzled.
"How can each Martial Marquis only have one son?"
"Furthermore, even if there is only one son, don't they have other disciples in their family?"
Qin Feiyang was helpless.
This Fatso, when he was smart, he knew everything. But when he was stupid, he was like a pig. His intelligence was very unstable!
"So it's like that!"
Fatso nodded in realization, and then laughed dryly.
Throughout the entire process, Feng Yun did not speak.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he was so angry that he didn't know how to speak.
It was obvious.
What were the two of them talking about in secret?
This was what made him angry.
Talking to each other in secret right in front of him and treating him like air, this was blatantly looking down on him!
When Qin Feiyang and the other man looked at Feng Yun again, they immediately understood what was going on.
Fatso laughed: "I'm sorry, we thought you had already left!"
If he did not say this, he would have said it. Now that the fatty said it, Feng Yun could no longer control the rage in his heart.
"Bastard, I'm going to cripple you!"
He let out a furious roar, completely forgetting the rules of the Temple of Light, and punched at Fatty.
"Wait."
Fatso hurriedly waved his hand.
"What is it?"
"Are you afraid?"
Feng Yun sneered.
His strength was not ordinary either, a three-star war master.
However, under his astonished gaze, Fatso actually took out the image crystal again and grinned: "Now you can bring it on."
"Pfft!"
Feng Yun was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stared at Fatso as if he wanted to eat him.
Right now, he wished that he could tear Fatso into pieces!
However, with the image crystal there, he didn't dare to make a move!
"If you're not going to do it, don't be so boring. If you're a man, then come!"
Fatso continued to provoke him without restraint. Feng Yun was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
"Don't be impulsive!"
"You must calm down!"
He kept muttering, suppressing the anger in his heart with great difficulty.
But at this moment.
Fatso's action stunned him.
"You dare to say that you won't do it? Are you still a man? Come, come, come, Fat Lord, let's verify it. "
Fatso laughed in ridicule, took a step forward, and pulled off Feng Yun's pants.
"Oh, the little bird is about to fly."
Next.
Fatso let out a strange cry of schadenfreude, and quickly retreated to Qin Feiyang's side.
"Pfft!"
Qin Feiyang immediately burst out laughing.
This Feng Yun was too slow, he didn't even react when his pants were pulled off.
The disciples hiding outside the door were also laughing so hard that tears came out of their eyes.
However, they covered their mouths and did not laugh out loud. Their faces were red from holding back their laughter.
"Ahh …"
"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Finally.
Feng Yun came back to his senses.
Immediately, he let out a furious roar and became completely berserk. He pulled up his pants and pounced towards Fatso without caring about anything else.
Fatso laughed disdainfully, pointed to the door, and exclaimed: "The people from the Law Enforcement Hall are here."
"What?"
Feng Yun quivered and immediately turned around to leave. However, other than the disciples hiding outside, where else could there be people from the Law Enforcement Hall?
However …
He suddenly sobered up.
No matter how much humiliation he suffered, he could not make a move here, or else his life would be in danger.
Swish!
Feng Yun suddenly turned around, looked at Fatso, and said gloomily: "Just you wait!"
"Why do all you Martial Marquis disciples like to say this? Is it very scary? "
Fatso picked his ears with a look of indifference.
"You can be arrogant all you want!"
Feng Yun's eyes flashed with killing intent, and then with a gloomy face, he turned around and walked outside.
His pants had been pulled off, what face did he have to stay?
"Feng Yun, actually, compared to Lin Dian, you are nothing in the eyes of the Thirteenth Prince."
Qin Feiyang said indifferently.
"What do you mean?"
Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Qin Feiyang.
"Don't you know?"
"The Thirteenth Prince already knew that I could refine the Potential Pill, and even personally came to find me."
Qin Feiyang said.
"Is there such a thing?"
Feng Yun frowned.
"Of course."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Lin Dian."
"But I don't know why the Thirteenth Prince didn't tell you, could it be that he wants to exclude you?"
Qin Feiyang said suspiciously, and his words had a deeper meaning.
"Damn it!"
Feng Yun cursed in his heart, turned around and left without looking back.
Fatso frowned and said: "Boss, is this method of sowing discord useful?"
"Of course it's useful."
"Even if Feng Yun doesn't fall out with us, he will definitely have a grudge against us. At that time, he might even bring us an unexpected surprise."
Qin Feiyang laughed.
Fatso nodded thoughtfully.
"Interesting, interesting."
At this moment.
A burst of laughter came from outside.
Immediately after.
A young man in black slowly walked into the alchemy room.
This person was about 1.8 meters tall, with a head of light golden hair, and a handsome appearance. He even held a folding fan in his hand, giving off a scholarly aura.
"He's actually here too!"
The disciples outside the door looked at the back of the golden-haired young man, and their pupils shrunk. They seemed to be afraid.
"Everyone, disperse!"
The golden-haired young man gently waved his folding fan, and the disciples outside the door immediately responded respectfully, turned around, and rushed towards the door.
"Damn, he's so impressive?"
Looking at this scene, Qin Feiyang and Fatso were both shocked.
Fatso sent a message: "Boss, who is he?"
Qin Feiyang said: "I have some impression of him, but I can't remember."
"The disciples of the Martial Arts Hall and the Elixir Hall are deeply rooted in this place."
"In this place, they are the heavens, and no one has ever dared to go against them."
"Brother Qin, and this Brother Situ, first humiliated Lin Dian, then went against the Thirteenth Prince, and now treated Feng Yun like this."
"I truly admire the courage of the two of you."
The golden-haired young man chuckled.
"How do you know?"
Fatso was surprised.
Qin Feiyang sized up the golden-haired young man, and asked suspiciously: "You are?"
The golden-haired young man closed his folding fan, and cupped his hands: "This one is Zhuge Mingyang. Greetings, Brother Qin, Brother Situ."
Qin Feiyang frowned. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he exclaimed, "You are Zhuge Mingyang?"
"That's me."
Zhuge Mingyang smiled and nodded.
Fatso sent a message: "Boss, from your tone, is this person very powerful?"
"Not just powerful, but very powerful."
"Back then, when I was still in the Imperial Capital, he was already a disciple of the Divine Hall."
"Back then, his name was known by everyone in the Imperial Capital."
Qin Feiyang said.
"So exaggerated?"
"Is it because of his family background, or something else?"
Fatso was surprised.
"Part of it."
"Actually, there are strong and weak marquises in the Imperial Capital."
"And the strongest marquis is called Marquis Zhuge."
"This Marquis Zhuge only has one son in his life, and he got this son when he was old."
"His son is Zhuge Mingyang."
"Because he got this son when he was old, Marquis Zhuge dotes on his son, so no one dares to provoke Zhuge Mingyang."
"But Zhuge Mingyang doesn't use his father's name to do whatever he wants outside."
"On the contrary, he is very low-key, humble, and often helps others."
"And, whether it is his intelligence or talent, they are both far beyond ordinary people."
"Let me put it this way, before I was born, he was known as the number one monster in the Imperial Capital."
Qin Feiyang sent a message.
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