"Not dead?" When An Jinrong said this, he couldn't help laughing wildly.
"Yes, do you have evidence to prove that he is dead?" An Jun asked calmly.
An Jinrong smiled and said: "Yes, I have no evidence to prove that he is dead, but do you have evidence to prove that he is still alive?"
"Since everyone has no evidence, we can't jump to conclusions." An Jun said, "This is the basic quality that a leader should possess."
Qualities of a leader?
What does it mean that he is not eligible to inherit?
When An Jinrong heard this, he became even more furious. He still controlled his anger in front of the family's senior officials.
"The Qingluo Mountain area is guarded by ancestor-level masters, and every spiritual herb is protected by a formation."
"We are lucky to have these herbs."
"When we left, Zhenshan Ancestor was about to come back. Instead of leaving, that kid climbed towards Qingluo Mountain, hoping to pick up the fourth-level elixir. Do you think he still has a chance to survive?"
Every word is spoken with full momentum.
Looking around, everyone nodded.
"Yes, he must be dead. This is a matter of common sense." Lao Xin took the lead and said.
Especially the third-grade alchemist was extremely excited when he heard the news.
During the time that Ning Feiyang was in Anshu Star, he refined all the materials for the third-grade elixir, leaving them with no way out.
What if this guy comes back again?
They'll be doomed from now on.
The situation is different now. If this guy dies, An Shuxing will still rely on them in the future, and these worries will disappear.
"Shut up, everyone." An Jun said firmly, "I firmly believe that Brother Ning will not die, at least, not so easily."
"Isn't that still dead?" An Jinrong sneered.
Just when An Jun was about to speak, a voice sounded in his mind.
"Brother Anjun, you are fine."
The voice came from Ning Feiyang.
It's definitely not an illusion.
An Jun quickly released his breath and checked carefully. Sure enough, he sensed that this guy had arrived at the port of An Shuxing.
Ning Feiyang is not dead.
Already back.
"Great, Brother Ning, you are finally back." An Jun responded excitedly.
"So, does that guy An Jinrong expect me to die?" Ning Feiyang continued.
An Jun sighed and said, "Yes, we are having a family meeting, and he and I are having a debate."
The two people communicated mentally, and no one at the meeting noticed it at all.
Ning Feiyang opened his clairvoyance eyes and saw the scene inside. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he could roughly judge from their expressions that there must be many people who wanted him to die.
An Jinrong, in particular, acted condescending.
This guy has forgotten how he begged and begged when he was in Qingluo Mountain.
He must be taught a lesson.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t even know what my last name is.
"Brother Anjun, you make a bet with him and use Qingluo Mountain's harvest as a bet. Anyway, I'm back alive." Ning Feiyang said.
This is a good idea.
There was a big difference between An Jun and An Jinrong. At least in the eyes of outsiders, An Jun could not compete with An Jinrong in terms of qualifications to succeed the patriarch.
The appearance of Ning Feiyang was a huge change.
An Jun usually doesn't care about the core affairs of the family, but the blood of Patriarch An flows in his bones, and he also has great ambitions.
Now that we have the opportunity, we must make An Jinrong look bad and lower his score in the family.
"Why didn't you say anything? Now you know your ridiculous theory, right?" An Jinrong seemed to have won a battle, raising his head high and feeling very proud.
"There is no point in arguing. If you insist on entangled in this matter, you might as well make a bet."
"I bet Brother Ning is still alive and will definitely come back within ten days."
An Jun already knew the result and spoke quite firmly.
An Jinrong's pupils lit up, An Jun had gained a lot of benefits in Qingluo Mountain.
"Okay, if he doesn't come back after ten days, even if you lose, all the gains from Qingluo Mountain will belong to me." An Jinrong said.
"What if you lose?" An Jun asked calmly.
An Jinrong said cheerfully: "If I lose, all the proceeds from Qingluoshan will be given to you."
Two people made a bet and each took out a bet.
There are as many as a hundred third-grade elixirs, some of which are extremely rare and priceless.
Everyone looked at it with envy.
At this moment, a person ran in in a panic.
"What's going on?" An Jinrong scolded in a deep voice, "Can't you be slower?"
"Master Ning is here." The man replied.
Lord Ning?
When An Jinrong heard these three words, his heart skipped a beat, his brows furrowed and he said, "Which Master Ning?"
"It's that alchemy madman, that Master Ning who went to Tiancao and Qingluo Mountain to practice with Mr. An and Mr. An." The man replied.
"This is impossible, that guy is already dead." An Jinrong said harshly.
"It's just outside." The visitor said.
At this moment, Ning Feiyang is sitting outside, communicating with the system.
"I said to the system, your work efficiency is too low. I went to Qingluo Mountain and now I'm back. Why aren't you giving me a reward?" Ning Feiyang said angrily.
"Host, don't worry. When the people in Anjia know that you are not dead, the task will be completed and rewards will be issued." The system explained.
What a hassle!
Ning Ming reminded: "Master Ning, the people from the An family have come out."
Ning Feiyang looked up and saw a group of people approaching. The person running at the front was none other than An Jinrong.
Eyes facing each other.
An Jinrong was still shaking his head, his face changed drastically, and he muttered: "Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible."
"Young Master An, I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you so much." Ning Feiyang walked forward quickly.
Take the initiative to reach out your hand and want to shake the other person's hand.
It is indeed this guy.
Not wrong at all.
The bet was lost.
During the trip to Qingluo Mountain, all the treasures gained at the risk of life were lost.
The most important thing is that he lost all face in front of the senior family members and even his father.
The competition for the position of clan leader has become more variable.
An Jinrong's teeth chattered when he thought of this. He couldn't think of shaking hands.
Making international jokes.
Ning Feiyang put his hands away, sighed, and said in a regretful tone: "It's really disappointing. I heard that Young Master An is qualified to inherit the position of patriarch. I didn't expect that you are so petty. I shake hands with you. You
Indifferent."
"Could it be said that this is the way Anjia treats guests?"
"Besides, when you were in Tiancao, you insisted on going your own way and suffered severe injuries. Then you begged me to let me take you. Now you have turned your back on me and don't recognize anyone else?"