Peerless Martial Soul

This person was squinting his eyes and looking at him 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 wonder, what kind of strength is needed to become an elder of the Yan family?"

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. If you want to be the elder of the Yan family, you must be over fifty years old and be a member of the family." Made outstanding contributions.”

"You can do it if you are under fifty years old, but you need to be strong enough to reach the fourth level of Shenmen Realm or above."

Chen Feng nodded slowly and said: "You all should know what kind of cultivation my master Yan Qingyu was in the past. Later, his strength suddenly dropped due to a sneak attack, but he still has the strength of the fourth level of the Shenmen Realm. With him His strength is more than enough to become a family elder."

He sneered: "Why is there no place for my master on this viewing platform?"

One 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, which was exactly where the Fifth Elder, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, was sitting 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 voice was soft, his attitude was extremely tough.

He was tough yet calm, with a shocking power. Looking at his majestic face, these elders were speechless for a moment.

It took a while for them to come to their senses, and they all suddenly became angry with shame.

Just now, so many elders with high status were so offended by an ordinary boy. They were all angry, 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 not willing to fight bloody battles for his master's status and position!

At this time, Yan Dongxing 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, and he has no shame to sit in this seat." , since the position is vacant, let Yan Qingyu do it."

As soon as 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 was presiding over this competition stood on another large high platform and shouted in a deep voice to the crowd: "The sixteen disciples participating in this competition, please go up to the high platform and 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 eyes full of disdain.

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 person 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 sneered: "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, and said coldly: "Try saying it again!"

"I'll just say it again. Is it possible that I'm 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 a waste too. What I look forward to most now is the one who will be drawn by lot later." I’ll meet you when the time comes!”

"In this way, I can torture you to death! Don't worry, I won't let you die easily and comfortably. 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 couldn't help but tremble slightly in his heart when he looked at him.

But Jean then chuckled: "What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of this trash?"

He sneered disdainfully: "Look at me, it's useless. I can see the real seal under my hands. Look at me, I can't kill objects. I will let you know later that you coming to Yan's house is definitely a mistake. It's definitely a mistake." Take it for shame!"

He smiled at the Yan family disciples next to him and said, "What do you think?"

Other children of the Yan family echoed one after another, and everyone laughed and laughed. They looked at Chen Feng with disdainful smiles on their faces.

At this time, Chen Feng's face became extremely calm. He took a gentle breath, his face was neither happy nor worried, and he closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk in trance, and could not see any ups and downs of emotions.

The elder who presided over this competition shouted in a deep voice: "The drawing of lots has officially begun!"

Everyone stepped forward one after another 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, and Nuo Da's competition stage was divided into eight sections. Each section was still large enough to accommodate two people fighting.