Zhao Dapeng's eyes slashed and continued, "Ye Feng, the son of the sworn brother Ye Tian, ​​the owner of the manor, was the legitimate son of the sworn brother of the manor. Back then, Brother Ye cared for me and the people of the manor of the manor. Now he doesn't know whereabouts. How can you do something to bully and insult his descendants?"

"Although Brother Ye Tian is gone, his son is my Zhao Dapeng's son. Today, the owner of the manor reiterates that if anyone dares to offend and collide with Ye Feng, it will be a man who will collide with him. Zhao Tianle, Zhao Huo and others will be responsible for his own fault. Even if Ye Feng doesn't take action, the owner of the manor will never save their lives."

The eyes of the people around him looking at Ye Feng instantly became respectful.

They vaguely remember that the owner of the manor did say similar things back then, but Zhao Dapeng has been busy in seclusion in recent years in order to attack the innate realm, which has caused everyone to throw their previous warnings out of the sky.

"Did you hear it clearly?" Zhao Dapeng shouted coldly.

"Listen, hear clearly..."

"Lun'er, have you heard it clearly? From now on, Ye Feng will be your younger brother and Hua Ling will be your younger sister. You must care and love like a family. Now you apologize, and the previous grudges will be eliminated."

"What? I want to apologize?"

Zhao Lun's eyes were wide open in surprise. His father actually said such words and made him apologize to Ye Feng?

In an instant, the resentment in his heart could no longer be suppressed and burst out in an instant.

"I, Zhao Lun, have five martial veins, and are extremely talented. In the future, I am destined to become a sect's son and to be a child of the entire Bali City. Why is this Ye Feng, a waste of martial veins, on the same level as me and becoming my brother?"

"Bastard, Ye Feng is your uncle Ye's only nonsense, don't talk nonsense." Zhao Dapeng raised his eyebrows and shouted.

"I, Zhao Lun, are ashamed to be with him."

Bang...

A crisp sound rang out. As hundreds of Zhao clan members were stunned and staring, Zhao Dapeng actually slapped Zhao Lun, who had always cared for him as a treasure.

The slap was heavy and powerful, and immediately made Zhao Lun's face swollen, leaving five clear handprints.

The people around him were also shocked as if they were slapped hard at the same time.

"You, you actually hit me for him? You have never hit me since you were a child..." Zhao Lun yelled, knocked away the crowd and ran out frantically.

"Oh, evil..."

"Ye Feng, it's all because Uncle Zhao is not strict in discipline, which makes this evil son unscrupulous." Looking at Ye Feng in front of him, Zhao Dapeng showed a hint of helplessness in his wry smile.

"Uncle Zhao has been busy practicing over the years, neglecting you and making you miserable. I, I am sorry to Brother Ye." There was a strong self-blame in his voice, and the pair of tiger eyes also turned red.

"Master Zhao..." Ye Feng stopped talking.

"You still call me Master Zhao? Well, don't mention the past. From today on, you and Hualing will move to the courtyard to live. I heard that you have awakened your martial arts? There is only one? It doesn't matter. Uncle Zhao's teachings of your martial arts and martial arts will definitely make you proud and not insult Brother Ye's style back then."

"Let's go... go back with me."

Zhao Dapeng waved his hand and restored his previous heroism.

Hua Ling gently pulled Ye Feng's sleeve.

To be honest, Hua Ling has a strong sense of insecurity towards this Zhuang Zhuang who is unable to see anyone at all.

After all, the brother and sister were bullied by people from Zhaojiazhuang before. Zhao Dapeng has always ignored him. Now he suddenly ran out and seems to be quite repentant, but suddenly he wanted to live in the Zhaojia compound. The gap is not too big, and it still makes Hua Ling feel uneasy.

Ye Feng patted Hua Ling on the shoulder and signaled her to reassure her. Then he turned around and said to Zhao Dapeng: "Uncle Zhao..., Hua Ling and I have received your kindness, but we have been used to suffering since we were a child, so we still live here. Well, we just don't want to be disturbed."

"Then, that's fine." After pondering for a while, Zhao Dapeng nodded and shouted at the onlookers, "Did you hear it? You must not disturb Ye Feng and Hua Ling casually in the future. Whoever doesn't listen to the orders of the owner of this manor will directly drive out of the manor."

"Yes, yes... I will never dare again." Zhao Qi and others answered timidly.

Zhao Dapeng stared at him: "Will you leave?"

Hundreds of people quickly dispersed, especially Zhao Qi, the leader, was so glaring at Zhao Dapeng that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and disappear immediately.

The situation is unbearable.

Who would have thought that Ye Feng, a waste, not only killed the deacon Zhao Tianle, was fine, but was also valued so much by the owner of the manor.

Alas, if I had known this, I wouldn't have been this pioneer...

"Feng'er..."

When everyone left, Zhao Dapeng, who was smiling, took advantage of the situation to change the name to "Feng'er". The two suddenly became much closer. After observing Ye Feng for a few glances, Zhao Dapeng smiled with relief: "Come on, do your best and punch Uncle Zhao."

He patted his chest.

"This?" Ye Feng was stunned at first, and then quickly realized that Uncle Zhao wanted to try his strength.

When he first entered the blood exchange realm, he had an explosive power of more than 1,500 kilograms. Especially after killing Zhao Tianle, the evergreen vein in his body protruded out again, as if a second line was derived, which was not far away.

However, such strength is nothing in front of Zhao Dapeng, who is in the seventh level of the Warrior Realm. I am afraid that if he hit Zhao Dapeng with all his might, he would just scratch him.

Bang...

Sure enough, he hit Zhao Dapeng in the chest with a strong punch, but he didn't move at all. Instead, Ye Feng himself was knocked back by the huge recoil force, and he took a few steps back before he could barely gain a foothold.

"Well, it's right, this power is stronger than the ordinary blood exchange realm." Looking at Ye Feng with a red face, Zhao Dapeng showed a hint of deep thought and said with a smile, "Feng'er, it seems that you have another adventure. OK, this is better. With this strength, there is a little hope."

"What hope?" Ye Feng's face looked shocked.

"Hasn't you heard about Feng'er? In about a month, Feiyun Sect, one of the three major sects of the county and state, will recruit five disciples in Bali City. When you reach the Blood Transformation Realm, you are qualified to participate in the shortlisted assessment. With such great power, Uncle Zhao feels that you have some hope." Zhao Dapeng nodded.

"Join Feiyun Sect? I can really do it?" Ye Feng couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

For any warrior, the sect is synonymous with strength. As one of the three first-class sects of the county and state, Feiyun Sect is powerful and powerful. He has no way to be promoted. If he can successfully become one of them, the benefits to his future are imagined.

"Yes, of course, you can. You have a good rest today and make some adjustments. Come to the courtyard to find Uncle Zhao early tomorrow morning. I believe that as long as you work hard and tirelessly, you will definitely gain a lot in one month. Uncle Zhao will go back first to prepare...hahaha."

Zhao Dapeng left with a big laugh...
Chapter completed!