Everyone was stunned. They looked at each other and saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.
A bell!
A funeral!
The Yang family's gift was not a congratulatory gift at all, but a letter of challenge.
A letter of challenge from Yang Xuan.
When this gift was revealed, those who were quick-witted were already trembling.
He was going to fight to the death with Qi Feng!
They could imagine that Yang Xuan and Qi Feng might get into a fight, and the two might even exchange a few blows to determine who was better. Then, everyone would sit down and discuss. In the end, it would be nothing more than an exchange of benefits.
After all, both of them were Connate Masters and were important to the country.
As for how many people from the Yang family died?
Was that still a problem? Not to mention Connate Masters, even in the eyes of ordinary people like them, the death of a few family disciples was nothing in front of the family's interests.
In the face of benefits, one could even put aside the hatred of one's father, let alone a few disciples? Was it something that everyone could sit down and talk about?
Moreover, behind Qi Feng was the number one person in Yan, Gan Tingjun.
However, no one expected Yang Xuan's reaction.
A bell?
How dare he?
For a moment, everyone's hearts trembled as their gazes fell on Qi Feng's face.
Qi Feng's expression was very strange.
He stared blankly at the big bell, as if he did not understand what it meant.
Then, his face turned from white to red, from red to green, and from green to black. In the end, it was as black as the bottom of a pot.
After a long while, he finally could not suppress the surging anger in his heart and let out an earth-shattering roar.
"How dare you, brat?"
Qi Feng's eyes were like copper bells. Two streams of anger shot out as if they were going to burn the world. A huge aura rose from his body, shaking the entire hall.
Everyone stared blankly at Qi Feng. Some of the more timid ones were already trembling and could not stand straight.
Something big is going to happen.
That was the thought in everyone's mind.
"How dare you, brat?" Qi Feng roared again. Finally, he could not hold it in anymore. He charged forward and arrived in front of Yang Qingshan in the blink of an eye. Without a word, he struck out with his palm.
This palm strike was filled with anger, and its momentum was monstrous. The palm wind stirred up the air and formed a huge tornado, blowing the tables and chairs in the hall backward and smashing into everyone.
Even the large bell seemed to be unable to endure the might of Qi Feng's palm strike, and it shook ceaselessly and looked like it was about to roll out.
"Die!" Qi Feng roared, causing the entire hall to tremble. Dust even fell from the ceiling.
Yang Qingshan remained expressionless in the face of this mighty palm. He only looked at Qi Feng calmly.
"Pa!"
A sparkling and translucent jade-like palm gently stretched out, blocking in front of Yang Qingshan.
Qi Feng felt a strong force assault him, and it was unstoppable, causing him to be unable to help but take a few steps back before he was able to stabilize himself.
Everyone only felt their vision blur, and Qi Feng had already retreated repeatedly.
When he looked again, he saw a white-robed young man standing in front of Yang Qingshan with a calm expression.
No one knew how he appeared. It was as if he had been standing there all along.
"Grandmaster Yang!!" Those who recognized this person gasped and involuntarily took a few steps back.
"What? It's Yang Xuan?" Someone's eyes widened in disbelief.
Almost half of the people in the hall knew Yang Xuan, and those who didn't know him had heard about him from others.
"It's actually him!"
Everyone's faces were filled with shock. They were just talking about it, and they didn't expect the main character to appear.
They looked at Yang Xuan, who was standing quietly, and Qi Feng, whose face was as red as a pig's liver. Then, they looked at the large bell and suddenly felt that today's events seemed to be developing in an unpredictable direction.
"Yang Xuan?" Qi Feng gritted his teeth in anger.
"What? Are you not satisfied with my gift?" Yang Xuan smiled and gently touched the large bell beside him. However, his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead man.
Qi Feng felt a surge of anger rush to his head, making him feel like he was about to combust.
On his birthday, Yang Xuan had given him a bell. The meaning behind it was self-evident.
"Good, good, good!" Qi Feng was so angry that he laughed. "Yang Xuan, it seems like you really don't take me seriously."
Yang Xuan smiled faintly. He gently brushed his hand over the large bell, and the large bronze bell flew straight toward Qi Feng.
"Take my gift first," Yang Xuan said calmly.
As the large bell flew over, Qi Feng's arm gently swept it to the side. It hit a pillar and made a loud sound as if it was a death knell.
The large bell was originally standing at the bottom of the box, but now that it was sent flying by Yang Xuan, dozens of round things rolled out of the bell and rolled all over the floor.
A thick smell of blood spread out.
"Hiss!" Everyone looked at the things on the ground and sucked in a breath of cold air. Their faces turned pale, and they were speechless.
They were all human heads.
Dozens of human heads rolled on the ground, and some even rolled to the feet of everyone. Everyone was so frightened that they stepped back, their faces full of fear.
Qi Feng looked at the human heads on the floor and was suddenly stunned.
He was very familiar with the faces of those human heads.
They were all from the Qi Clan.
"You killed three of my Yang Clan's disciples, so I'll pay you back tenfold," Yang Xuan's expression was calm, without joy or sorrow. "Here are 29 human heads. You're still missing one."
At this moment, the hall was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Everyone stared blankly at Yang Xuan, at the young man standing in the middle of the human heads with a calm expression.
"Madman, madman!" someone muttered to himself, looking at Yang Xuan with eyes full of endless fear.
At this moment, Yang Xuan had risen to a level in their hearts that they absolutely could not provoke.
Having power was one thing, but having the determination to use it was another.
"I'm still missing one of yours," Yang Xuan looked at Qi Feng without any killing intent, as if he was talking to an old friend.
"After taking your head, we're even and won't hate each other," Yang Xuan recalled Black Crow's famous saying and casually used it.
Qi Feng slowly raised his head, his eyes sweeping across the human heads on the ground one by one, finally landing on Yang Xuan.
At this moment, his anger seemed to have dissipated. He was expressionless, but the killing intent in his eyes was like a vast ocean, too numerous to count.
"You, I …" Qi Feng slowly opened his mouth, his voice as cold as ice. "I won't rest until I'm dead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of killing intent soared into the sky.
This wave of killing intent was so powerful that it was like a monstrous wave that wanted to drown everything in the world. It seemed to have solidified, and it pressed down on Yang Xuan from all directions.
At this moment, everyone felt like they were in a sea of blood. Some of the more timid ones were even scared out of their wits. Their bodies trembled, their faces were pale, and their lips were blue as they collapsed to the ground.
"Won't rest until I'm dead?" Yang Xuan smiled, but his smile was incomparably cold. "Who do you think you are to dare say that to me?"
In his eyes, Qi Feng was not even comparable to a strong ant.
"Yang Xuan, give me your life!" Qi Feng did not seem to hear Yang Xuan at all. His aura suddenly rose and covered the sky.
A long whip suddenly appeared in his hand. Then, he flew up, and with a shake of his arm, the long whip instantly turned into a huge green dragon. It let out an earth-shaking dragon roar, shattering the sky, and pounced on Yang Xuan.
Seeing the huge green dragon occupying the entire hall, everyone's hearts trembled, and they could not help but retreat.
"This is the power of a Connate Expert." Some people's faces were filled with fear, but their hearts were filled with envy.
In the face of this miraculous scene, even Yang Qingshu and Yang Qingshan had a worried look on their faces.
"Roar!"
The green dragon leaped into the air and pounced in front of Yang Xuan. It opened its huge mouth, revealing fangs, and bit down hard.
"Die!" Qi Feng shouted angrily, holding the dragon tail in his hand and sending it forward.
The green dragon roared again, wanting to swallow Yang Xuan into its stomach.
Qi Feng's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent.
Facing the huge green dragon, Yang Xuan's expression did not change at all. He only reached out his hand gently.
"Pop!"
There was a soft sound, like a kiss between lovers. The green dragon stopped in front of Yang Xuan, then suddenly turned into specks of green light and disappeared.
"How is this possible?" Qi Feng's eyes bulged, and his face was filled with disbelief.
This move was one of the killing moves of the Dragon Roar Whip Technique that his master had taught him. Once the green dragon appeared, it could drive the power of heaven and earth and steal one's mind.
However, when it came to Yang Xuan, he played it down and broke it with a raise of his hand. How could he not be shocked?
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