Peerless Martial Soul

He walked back out the door again, but Yan Pingle didn't stop him or say anything, he just followed him back silently.

Chen Feng walked up to the guards and said calmly: "If I heard you right, you were talking about me just now. And you called me a little bastard, and said that my master Yan Qingyu is a loser."

Several guards looked at each other and laughed, their laughter full of ridicule and disdain.

The young guard who had ridiculed Chen Feng the most just now looked at Chen Feng from the corner of his eye and said disdainfully: "We were just talking about you, so what? What can you do to us?"

His attitude was extremely arrogant and arrogant, and he obviously didn't think that Chen Feng would dare to do anything to them.

The guard then sneered: "Chen Feng, you are such a humble bastard with unknown origins. Being able to participate in the family competition is already a blessing earned in eight lifetimes. How dare you act arrogantly in the Yan family?"

"I'm telling you, keep your tail between your legs and behave honestly. The Yan family is not one of those rural places like yours. You have to know some rules!"

He sneered: "Otherwise, you would die without knowing how."

Chen Feng said lightly: "Really? I really don't know how I died, but I know how you died!"

Speaking of this, Chen Feng's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, and he punched hard with such force that everyone was shocked.

The guard hurriedly resisted, but how could he be Chen Feng's opponent?

His arms were shattered together. From bones to flesh and blood, nothing remained. Everything was shattered into powder. The shoulders below became hollow, and his arms disappeared.

He let out a shrill scream and fell backwards.

But when Chen Feng made a mistake, everyone felt like there was a flower in front of them, and a string of phantoms flashed by.

Then Chen Feng struck his head hard with a palm.

With a bang, his head exploded like a stepped tomato, and the guard's headless body fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked. No one thought that Chen Feng could be so cruel and would directly kill people.

The guards were so frightened that no one dared to speak. They all looked at Chen Feng in shock and fear. They didn't expect that Chen Feng would be so arrogant and powerful at the same time!

Chen Feng looked at Yan Pingle and said calmly: "Since I can participate in the Yan family's competition and inherit the position of my master Yan Qingyu, I can't be regarded as the young master of the Yan family, at least I can be regarded as a guest of the Yan family. The servants of the Yan family are so rude to guests, should they be killed?"

Yan Pingle nodded: "He deserves to be killed!"

Chen Feng asked again: "Then what I did was right?"

Yan Pingle continued to nod: "That's right!"

Chen Feng laughed: "Isn't that enough?"

After shocking the guards, Chen Feng followed Yan Pingle to a courtyard deep in the Yan family mansion.

The yard is very quaint and inconspicuous, but at least it is kept clean.

Yan Pingle pointed to the courtyard and said: "Your master left home when he was a child, and later returned to the family to live for a short time. During that time, he lived here. Since you are his disciple, you should live here. !”

Chen Feng nodded: "Okay."

The courtyard is not big, with only one pavilion and two or three wing rooms.

Yan Pingle led Chen Feng here and then left.

Chen Feng walked around the courtyard.

In the bedroom, bedding is all available, and in the living room, the tea cup has just been closed. Chen Feng sat gently on the bed, stroking the quilt with his hands. He seemed to feel a touch of warmth on his hands, as if his master Yan Qingyu had just gotten up, made a cup of morning tea, and then went out temporarily because of something else.

At this moment, Chen Feng was in a daze, as if the master would come back after a while.

After a moment, he sighed softly, stood up slowly, and walked to the middle of the yard, looking a little lonely and sad.

He knew that the master would never come back.

Chen Feng took out a jade tablet from his arms. This was the tablet of his master Yan Qingyu. Since his master left, Chen Feng had carved this tablet and carried it with him all the time.

Chen Feng placed the memorial tablet on the table in the main room, lit the incense, knelt in front of it, and kowtowed three times.

He said in a deep voice: "Master, the Yan family made you suffer so much humiliation. Today, I will get it back for you."

In the evening, Yan Qinglan came to class again and talked with Chen Feng for a long time before leaving.

Yan Qinglan left, but the words he just said still seemed to echo in Chen Feng's ears.

"Among all the disciples of the Yan family, the most outstanding one is named Yan Zigui. He is extremely talented. But when he was fifteen years old, he was spotted by a senior at the Ziyang Sword Field and was admitted to the Ziyang Sword Field. You should also know Ziyang Sword Field is the most powerful sect in Danyang County, and all disciples who can enter Ziyang Sword Field are extremely talented."

"Moreover, the martial arts and martial arts they came into contact with inside, to put it bluntly, are far incomparable to forces like the Qianyuan Sect and the Yan Family."

Chen Feng fully agreed with what Yan Qinglan said. Ziyang Sword Field was not at the same level as Qianyuan Sect, and the former was much better than the latter.

"Yan Zigui is not only extremely talented, but also works very hard. He is only twenty-two years old this year, and he is already at the peak of the third level of the Shenmen realm, and the martial soul he awakened is also quite powerful."