These two servants were rude and domineering, and did not take Feng Ziyue, Master Sun, seriously at all. They held up the ropes in their hands, with cold air coming out of their noses, and a look of arrogance on their faces.
"snort!"
Feng Ziyue snorted coldly and stood up slowly.
The three of them, mother and son, were in an awkward position in the Feng family, and the servants had never looked down upon them well. They were lacking in daily necessities every month and showed no respect at all.
Xue'er was so frightened by the two vicious servants that her face turned pale, she shrank and hid behind Feng Ziyue.
"What are you looking at... come with us!"
The two of them originally planned to tie up Feng Ziyue to show off his authority, but when they saw the cold look on his face, they couldn't help but shuddered, and suddenly they remembered that this usually cowardly Young Master Sun had killed someone today.
I'm afraid that my mind can't turn around at this moment. If it breaks out, don't risk your own life.
As soon as I thought about this, my tone immediately softened a lot, and I didn't dare to yell loudly.
Feng Ziyue picked up Xue'er with one arm and glanced at them coldly, making the two of them take another step back in fright.
"Let's go!"
Feng Ziyue dusted off the dust on his body, and Shi Shiran walked out the door, calmly and seemingly not at all afraid of the reputation of the Feng Family Punishment Hall. The two family members were stunned for a long time, and then hurriedly
Keep up.
At this time, there was already a huge quarrel in the Feng family execution hall. The mother of the second Jixiang brother completely transformed into a shrew, sat down on the ground and rolled around, crying and asking Feng Ziyue to pay for the lives of his two precious sons.
Feng Buping frowned and tapped his fingers on the table irritably. Naturally, he didn't mind punishing his nephew. However, he was pinched by the side branch and lost his face as the acting head of the family. He felt unhappy.
Feng Ziyue held Xue'er in his arms and slowly stepped into the lobby of the Feng family. Feng Buping was sitting on the left side of the center, with an imperial chair vacant in the middle. It was a vacant seat reserved for the old man of the family as a sign of respect. There was a hanging on the wall.
On a central axis, there is a painting of an old man with white beard and white eyebrows, who is said to be the founder of the Feng family. There is an incense table in front of the painting, and the three pillars of the copper incense burner emit curls of green smoke.
Feng Buxue and his wife stood on one side, with a group of sideline disciples cheering and cheering behind them. On the other side, Feng Ziyue's mother, Chu Hongyu, stood alone with a sad look on her face.
As soon as she saw Feng Ziyue coming in, Chu Hongyu's face was filled with grief. She couldn't help but wanted to come up to him, but was stopped by Shengsheng.
Feng Buxue's face became even more angry, and he yelled and cursed loudly.
Feng Buping frowned and said, "If you don't learn, no noise is allowed in the execution hall!" Feng Buping then stopped angrily and stared at Feng Ziyue fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him before he would be willing to accept it.
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Feng Ziyue glanced at him coldly and slowly put his sister down. Xueer was scared in her heart. Seeing her mother's face full of hope and worry, she quickly threw herself into her arms. Chu Hongyu hugged her daughter tightly, tears streaming down her face.
And down.
"Feng Ziyue, the clan leader is now complaining that you killed your brothers for no reason and violated the third rule of our Feng family. It is a serious crime against blood relations. Can you plead guilty?" Feng Buping cleared his throat and suddenly shouted sharply.
Drink and ask.
"deny!"
Feng Ziyue bowed slightly, but kept looking towards his mother, not even glancing at his second uncle.
"The two of them abducted my sister into the forest. They had the intention of murder, and their rude words offended my mother and sister, so I killed them. It is the rule of the Feng family that if a branch plots to kill a direct descendant, he will be killed on the spot!"
Today's Feng Ziyue is not a fourteen-year-old boy who is at the mercy of others. His more than thirty years of experience goes beyond martial arts. He is also very sophisticated in people's ways.
"fart!"
Feng Buping was furious and jumped out, "Who do you think you are, you bastard? My Ji'er and Xiang'er are so full that they came to murder you again? Stop fucking..."
"Snapped!"
Before Feng Buping could finish his words, he felt a hot slap on his face. This slap was so powerful that half of his head felt buzzing, stars were shining in his eyes, he wailed, and spit out half of his molars.
He Tengteng took several steps back, looking in disbelief at Feng Ziyue who had appeared in front of him at some point. He wiped his palms slowly with a proud smile on his lips.
"This slap is to teach you a lesson. If you dare to disrespect my mother again, you can go down and accompany your two precious sons!"
Feng Ziyue's move was so swift that Feng Buxue didn't even have time to react, and he suffered a heavy loss immediately.
With the cultivation level of the acting head of the family, Feng Buping, he could see it clearly, but when the incident happened suddenly, he couldn't help but wonder if he could avoid this slap if he moved to another place, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
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What a hell.
This nephew is clearly only a basic practitioner of Xuan Qi and cannot be considered a true warrior. How did he get such fast skills and such weird moves?
Could it be...
Feng Buping looked at the empty space in the middle and felt cold in his heart.
Among the Feng family, only the old man's martial arts cultivation can teach him such a skill. Could it be that the old man in seclusion suddenly enlightened and wanted to recognize his eldest grandson?
He, the acting head of the family, had so many thoughts in his mind that he was stunned for a moment.
Seeing that the man had suffered a loss, the Luan family's wife, who was rolling on the ground, became even more angry. She screamed, jumped up, stretched out her pointed fingers, and clawed at the faces of Chu Hongyu and her daughter.
She knew how to pinch the weakest persimmon, but Feng Ziyue couldn't figure out the depth and didn't dare to provoke him, but when she grabbed Chu Hongyu and her daughter, she offended Feng Ziyue's reverse scale.
"Bang!"
I saw Feng Ziyue's body swaying, and he was already blocking the way of the Luan family's wife. He raised his left leg slightly, raising a shadow, and with a bang, the Luan family's wife was kicked on the chest. With an ouch, her body flew backwards.
When she got out, she hit the neutral pillar, dust flew down, and she slipped softly. She choked in her chest and couldn't scream.
"Wind God springs his legs!"
Feng Buping suddenly changed his color, and his heart became even more suspicious.
This leg comes from behind and comes first. It relies entirely on the strength of the knee, and the calf pops out with unparalleled speed. It is the unique skill of the Feng Shen Kick Technique evolved from the Feng Family Yin Feng Determination Technique!
This kid has not yet entered the realm of warriors, so naturally he has no chance to come into contact with the Wind Yin Jue. The only person in the world who can teach him is the old man Feng Tianhe, the head of the Feng family!
If the old man really starts to teach martial arts to this grandson who he didn't recognize at first, does that mean that the day has come for this child to officially recognize his ancestor and return to the clan?
Feng Ziyue is the eldest brother's biological son. If the family tree is recognized, he will be the eldest son and grandson, and the rightful heir of the Feng family!
Feng Buping clenched his fists.
Above the torture hall, the scene was very strange. Both torturers were beaten to the ground, looking horrified, and even stopped making noises for a moment. Under the hall, two corpses, covered with white cloth, lay quietly.
The person in charge of the execution hall, the acting head of the family, Feng Buping, had a gloomy expression and did not say a word for a long time.