Chapter 337: Your master is a waste, and so are you
This person is squinting his eyes and looking at himself indifferently. This person must be Yan Dongxing, the head of the Yan family. . I had long heard that she was seriously ill and was very likely to die soon, and now it seemed that it was indeed true.
Chen Feng faced everyone and asked slowly, "I don't know, what kind of strength is needed to become an elder of the Yan family?"
No one answered. After a moment of silence, someone sat next to him. Yan Qinglan chuckled and said, "Since I don't want to say anything, let me tell you that if you want to be the elder of the Yan family, you must be over fifty years old and have made outstanding contributions to the family."
"You can do it if you are under fifty years old, but you need to have the strength to reach the fourth level of Shenmen Realm or above."
Chen Feng nodded slowly and said, "My master Yan Qingyu, what kind of cultivation level he used to have , You all should know that his strength dropped sharply after being attacked by someone, but he still has the strength of the fourth level of the Shenmen Realm, which is more than enough to become a family elder."
He sneered. Why is there no place for my master on this viewing platform?"
An elder couldn't help shouting angrily, "Your master is already dead."
Chen Feng said coldly, "I am." Although the master is dead, I am still here."
He walked to the only vacant seat here, which was exactly where the Fifth Elder, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, sat just now.
He walked there, took out the spiritual tablet from his arms and placed it on the seat.
He faced everyone and said softly, "My master should have a place here."
Although his words were soft, his attitude was extremely tough.
Tough and calm, there is a kind of shocking power. Looking at his majestic face, these elders were speechless for a moment.
It took a while for them to come back to their senses, and they suddenly became angry with shame.
Just now, so many elders with high status were so offended by an ordinary young man. They were all furious, so they are now blaming Chen Feng.
Chen Feng just stood there, looking at them indifferently, but his eyes were extremely firm, and his body was straight, without any humility or fear.
Everyone can see his determination, and it can be seen that this young man is willing to fight bloody battles for his master’s status and position
At this time, Yan Dong Xing suddenly spoke lazily and said calmly, "Okay, don't fight anymore. The fifth elder is not strong enough. He can't even deal with a young man. He was beaten until he vomited blood. He has no shame to sit in this seat. Since the seat is vacant, , let Yan Qingyu do it."
When he spoke, no one dared to refute, so they had to acquiesce to this fact.
Chen Feng glanced at him, expressionless, turned around and left the viewing platform.
The elder of the Yan family who presided over this competition stood on another large high platform and shouted in a deep voice to the crowd, "Sixteen disciples participating in this competition, please go up to the high platform to draw lots." ”
Chen Feng and other sixteen people went up to the high platform. Almost everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the eyes of the other fifteen disciples participating in the competition also fell on her.
There was jealousy, disdain, and resentment in his eyes, and there was one person who looked at him with only disdain in his eyes.
This is a young man in his early twenties, tall, handsome, dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, and powerful. His face was full of arrogance, and his eyes were high. It seemed that no one in the entire family was taken seriously by him.
This man is Yan Zigui, the eldest son of the family elder Yan Beixing. He is extremely talented and entered the Ziyang Sword Field at a young age.
He glanced at Chen Feng and said with a sneer, "What kind of powerful disciple can that loser Yan Qingyu teach?"
Chen Feng stared at him, as if there were flames flickering in his eyes, He said coldly, "Try saying it again."
"Say it once, just say it again. Is it possible that I am still afraid of you?" Yan Zigui emphasized his tone and said in a cold voice, "Your master is a waste, and you are destined to be one too." "Trash, what I look forward to most now is to meet you when I draw lots later."
"In this way, I can kill you to death. Don't worry, I won't let you relax easily." You will die in comfort, I will make you suffer a lot of pain."
Chen Feng stared at him without saying a word, but his eyes were as cold as a knife and so sharp that Yan Zigui looked at him. They couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in their hearts.
But Rang then chuckled, "What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of this trash?"
He sneered disdainfully, "You see, I'm useless. I can see the real chapter under my hands. Look at me, I can’t kill things either. I’m going to let you know later that it’s definitely a mistake for you to come to the Yan family and you’re definitely bringing shame on yourself.”
He smiled at the Yan family children next to him. "What do you think?"
Other Yan family members echoed, and everyone laughed and laughed. They looked at Chen Feng with disdainful smiles on their faces.
Chen Feng's face became extremely calm at this time. He took a gentle breath, his face showed no joy or worry, and he closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk in meditation, unable to see any ups and downs of emotions. arrive.
The elder who presided over the competition shouted in a deep voice, "The drawing of lots has officially begun."
Everyone stepped forward in turn and began to draw lots.
Soon, the draw came out. Chen Feng faced a direct descendant of the Yan family named Yan Zimu.
Eight groups competed. Nuo Da’s competition stage was divided into eight blocks. Each block was still large enough to accommodate two people fighting.
Chapter 337: Your master is a waste, and so are you
This person is squinting his eyes and looking at himself indifferently. This person must be the head of the Yan family. Yandong is on his way. I had long heard that she was seriously ill and was very likely to die soon, and now it seemed that it was indeed true.
Chen Feng faced everyone and asked slowly, "I don't know, what do you need to become an elder of the Yan family?"Such strength"
No one answered. After a moment of silence, Yan Qinglan, who was sitting next to him, chuckled and said, "Since you don't want to say anything, let me tell you. I want to be the elder of the Yan family. Either he must be over fifty years old and have made outstanding contributions to the family. ”
“You can also be under fifty years old, but you need to have the strength to reach the fourth level of Shenmen Realm or above.
Chen Feng nodded slowly and said, "You all should know what my master, Yan Qingyu, was like in the past." Later, his strength dropped sharply due to a sneak attack, but he still had the strength of the fourth level of the Shenmen Realm. With his strength, he is more than enough to become a family elder. "
He sneered and said, "Why is there no place for my master on this viewing platform?"
An elder couldn't help but shouted angrily, "Your master is already dead." "
Chen Feng said in a cold voice, "Although my master is dead, I am still here."
He walked to the only vacant seat here, where he was lying on the ground vomiting blood. The fifth elder was sitting there just now.
He walked there, took out the spiritual tablet from his arms and placed it on the seat.
He faced everyone and said softly, "My master should be here. There is a place for you."
Although his words are soft, his attitude is extremely tough.
Tough and calm, there is a kind of shocking power. Looking at his majestic face, these The elders were speechless for a while.
After a while, they came back to their senses.
There were so many elders with high status. , to be so offended by an ordinary boy, they were all furious, so they all blamed Chen Feng.
Chen Feng just stood there, looking at them indifferently, but his eyes were firm and his body was straight. Straight and straight, without any humility or fear.
Everyone can see his determination. It can be seen that this young man is not willing to fight bloody battles for his master's status and position.
At this time, Yan Dongxing suddenly spoke lazily and said lightly, "Okay, don't fight anymore. The fifth elder himself is not strong enough. He can't even deal with a young man. He was beaten until he vomited blood, and he has no shame to sit here." The seat is up. Now that the seat is vacant, let Yan Qingyu take it. "
When he spoke, no one dared to refute, so they had no choice but to acquiesce to this fact.
Chen Feng glanced at him, expressionless, turned around and left the viewing platform.
The elder of the Yan family who presided over this competition stood on another large high platform and shouted in a deep voice to the crowd, "Sixteen disciples participating in this competition, please go up to the high platform to draw lots." . ”
Chen Feng and other sixteen people went up to the high platform. Almost everyone’s eyes were focused on him, and the eyes of the other fifteen disciples participating in the competition also fell on her.
There was jealousy, disdain, and resentment in his eyes, and there was one person who looked at him with only disdain in his eyes.
This was a man of about twenty. ageThe young man in his early years is tall, handsome, dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, and has a strong momentum. His face was full of arrogance, and his eyes were high. It seemed that no one in the entire family was taken seriously by him.
This man is Yan Zigui, the eldest son of the family elder Yan Beixing. He is extremely talented and entered the Ziyang Sword Field at a young age.
He glanced at Chen Feng and said with a sneer, "What kind of powerful disciple can that loser Yan Qingyu teach?"
Chen Feng stared at him, as if there were flames flickering in his eyes, He said coldly, "Try saying it again."
"Say it once, just say it again. Is it possible that I am still afraid of you?" Yan Zigui emphasized his tone and said in a cold voice, "Your master is a waste, and you are destined to be one too." "Trash, what I look forward to most now is to meet you when I draw lots later."
"In this way, I can kill you to death. Don't worry, I won't let you relax easily." You will die in comfort, I will make you suffer a lot of pain."
Chen Feng stared at him without saying a word, but his eyes were as cold as a knife and so sharp that Yan Zigui looked at him. They couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in their hearts.
But Rang then chuckled, "What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of this trash?"
He sneered disdainfully, "You see, I'm useless. I can see the real chapter under my hands. Look at me, I can’t kill things either. I’m going to let you know later that it’s definitely a mistake for you to come to the Yan family and you’re definitely bringing shame on yourself.”
He smiled at the Yan family children next to him. "What do you think?"
Other Yan family members echoed, and everyone laughed and laughed. They looked at Chen Feng with disdainful smiles on their faces.
Chen Feng's face became extremely calm at this time. He took a gentle breath, his face showed no joy or worry, and he closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk in meditation, unable to see any ups and downs of emotions. arrive.
The elder who presided over the competition shouted in a deep voice, "The drawing of lots has officially begun."
Everyone stepped forward in turn and began to draw lots.
Soon, the draw came out. Chen Feng faced a direct descendant of the Yan family named Yan Zimu.
Eight groups competed. Nuo Da’s competition stage was divided into eight blocks. Each block was still large enough to accommodate two people fighting.