Feng Yi and Feng Su stood facing each other, and the people in the alchemy room seemed to slowly split into two groups. Some people stood behind Feng Yi, and some stood behind Feng Su. The smell of gunpowder was very strong.

Feng Yi was really excited to see such a lively scene right after arriving! His hands were also itching, wondering if it would be his turn to bully these people this time.

Anyway, Ye Ming said it’s okay, and I totally believe him!

Looking at Feng Su in front of him, Feng Yi suddenly smiled and said, "I just returned home. I never thought that so many people dislike me. I also understand some of your thoughts. As for my strength, some brothers were absent from the alchemy conference that day, so I will refine another furnace today!"

After saying this, Feng Yi turned around, the hem of his clothes fluttered slightly, and his whole body revealed a strong sense of self-confidence. This is also what Feng Yi lacks most in modern times, which is why he is so timid and dares not resist when being bullied.

Coming to an alchemy platform, Feng Yi casually threw out some spiritual plants, lit the alchemy fire, and still put the spiritual plants in step by step. What was different from the past was that Feng Yi's speed was very fast this time, because he was refining the most common Wen Ling Dan.

This time Feng Yi was going all out. It was the first time since Huajian City that he was concentrating on refining pills. The speed at which the spiritual plants were put in and the speed at which they merged surprised everyone present. He could actually do it so quickly. This speed should be faster than Feng Su, right?

Some of the Feng family members fixed their gazes on Feng Su. Wang Han, who was standing next to him, muttered quietly, "What's so great about being fast? The quality of the pills isn't necessarily good."

After saying this, Wang Heng glanced at Feng Yi. If there was any mistake in his alchemy at this time, he would no longer be able to compete with Feng Su. However, he had a way to do it without anyone noticing.

Wang Heng's mind became active, but he didn't know when it started, but he always felt a chill on his back, as if there was a poisonous snake staring at him in the dark, making him dare not act rashly.

Indeed, in the crowd, there was a little girl dressed in black with two small pigtails who was eating cakes and talking at the same time: "Clown snake, that shifty guy over there wants to harm Feng Yi, do you want to bite him to death later?"

The person who was speaking was Xiao Huan, who had gone somewhere wild. There was a small snake standing on her shoulder. Unless showing it in front of others, Xiao Mo still liked to maintain the snake body state, which was more comfortable.

Xiao Mo poked his head out, took a bite of the cake that Xiao Huan handed over, and then said, "No, this is the Feng family. Although that person is annoying, he might be a member of Feng Yi's clan. Let's not cause trouble for Feng Yi."

"But he is not only ugly, but also looks at Feng Yi with ill intentions! Are you really not going to kill him?" Xiao Huan said, tilting his little head and blinking his big eyes.

These innocent words infuriated Xiao Mo so much that she almost choked to death. She quickly spat out the cake in her mouth, then used the snake head to bump her cheeks twice, leaving two small red marks on her chubby little face. Then she said, "Even if I want to kill him, I have to do it secretly, secretly, do you understand? Now just keep an eye on him, he can't escape from my grasp!"

"Okay, then wait a moment, we'll kill him secretly!" Xiao Huan answered happily. As for the red marks on her face, she had no sense of pain and didn't care at all.

Xiao Mo was almost pissed off and swallowed all of the Gaodai Ni in Xiao Huan's hand in one gulp. This made Xiao Huan so angry that he screamed and cried. Only then did he feel better. He always said that he had lived for thousands of years, but why didn't I believe it!

Xiao Mo and Xiao Huan have been relying on Xiao Huan's bloodline talent to hide among the crowd, and no one has heard their conversation. After all, even the peak Spiritual Master couldn't discover them, let alone these younger generations present?

Not long after, Feng Yi started to refine the pills. Ten round pills floated in the air. Everyone could see the perfect patterns on the pills and were amazed that such perfect Wen Ling Pills could be refined in such a short time.

With such strength, he is probably far superior to Feng Su. He is worthy of being the child of Miss Feng Shuang and has perfectly inherited her talent for alchemy.

Feng Yi put away the pill in his hand and said loudly: "This is the pill that has been refined countless times."

This sentence made everyone laugh, except Wang Heng, whose face turned deep red. He was unable to refute. In the end, he did not dare to do anything, because that cold feeling followed him like a shadow. If he did it himself, he might die!

What he didn't realize was that Ye Ming, who had been guarding Feng Yi, also noticed him, but his gaze was more reserved than that of Xiao Huan and Xiao Mo who were hiding.

That's why Wang Heng didn't realize that he was already on the blacklist of three of the four people in his family!

Feng Ling, who had been watching the fun, also burst into laughter. She didn't expect that this younger brother was so good at teasing people!

However, Feng Su, the leader, did not change his expression at all. Instead, he said in a resounding voice, "Brother Yi is indeed formidable, but I will not give up the position of Young Patriarch. I will compete with you fairly."

These words made everyone present look at Feng Su with a higher regard. They thought that Feng Su was a gentleman with a graceful demeanor.

But Feng Ling curled her lips. He thought that this was a mean-spirited act. When he returned to his house, he would probably smash a lot of things. He was petty, selfish, and had a bad temper!

Feng Su left after he finished speaking. Feng Ling brought the familiar Feng family disciples to talk to Feng Yi.

"Brother, with your strength, the position of young master of the family belongs to you!" Feng Ling said with a smile.

Feng Yue on the side also said: "That's right, Feng Yi, you are much better than Feng Su, that dead face!"

"Yes, Feng Yi, you must win!"

"We all support you! Take the position of Young Patriarch!"

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Feng Yi, who had just returned to the Feng family, could get their support because, firstly, he was the nephew of Feng Xue and Feng Yu, secondly, he was the son of Miss Feng Shuang, and thirdly, of course, he was strong enough.

People are born to admire the strong. If you are only a little bit better than others, they will be jealous. If you are much better than others, they can only admire you. Feng Yi has achieved this, which is why everyone present supports him.

After chatting for a few more words, Feng Yi and Ye Ming left. As they left, Feng Yi was still wondering where Xiao Huan and Xiao Mo had gone to. Aren't they usually the ones who love to watch the fun? Why didn't they come here?

What he didn't know was that a figure was stealthily following Feng Su and the others away.