He Song glanced at Yan Gaoyang with interest, but suddenly said to Chen Feng: "Are you that little bastard named Chen Feng? Come up, they are all here, if you don't come up and sit down, it's not my fault.
Home hospitality.”
It turns out that this garden belongs to the He family.
Chen Feng said calmly: "You want me to go up?"
He Feng nodded slightly, with a playful smile on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse: "Yes, I asked you to come up."
Lu Yan and Huangfu Ao on the side had their arms folded, looking like they were watching a good show.
Yan Gaoyang shouted sharply: "You little bastard, get out of here!"
Chen Feng raised his head and said calmly: "Who do you think you are? You dare to point fingers at me? You want me to get out?"
Chen Feng slowly climbed up to the second-story pavilion. There were only four chairs on the pavilion.
After he came up, the four people were sitting there, and no one got up.
Chen Feng looked at He Song and said softly: "There is no seat for me here."
As soon as these words were said, there was a moment of silence on the second floor of the pavilion. Then the four people looked at each other and burst into laughter.
He Song laughed so hard that tears came out: "Haha, what did I hear? This little bastard actually said he wanted a seat here?"
He suddenly glared at Chen Feng and shouted sternly: "You don't take a pee and take a look at yourself. Who are you? You're just a little bastard. How dare you ask for a seat in front of us?"
Several people also snorted with disdain, thinking that Chen Feng had simply lost his mind and gone crazy.
The reason why he was able to participate in the family competition was not because other aristocratic families supported him behind the scenes. To put it bluntly, in their eyes, Chen Feng was just a dog they used to deal with the Yan family.
When did dogs have a place to sit in front of their owners?
Yan Gaoyang shouted sternly: "You little bastard, go back quickly, don't embarrass my Yan family here."
Chen Feng ignored him and just said to He Song: "There is no seat for me here."
At this time, Yan Qinglan said to the maid who was following behind: "Quick, go bring a chair."
Chen Feng waved his hand to stop the maid, then he walked to He Song and said calmly: "As you just said, let me come upstairs. There is no seat for me here now."
"So what if I don't have your seat?" He Song was completely impatient, looked at him with disdain and sneered: "Yan Gaoyang is right, you are indeed a little bastard taught by a waste, and you don't even have any education.
Get out of here! There is no place for you to stay here!"
Chen Feng said lightly: "What if I don't get out?"
He Song said with a smile: "Then I'll send you away!"
As he said that, he punched with such force that a burst of explosive sound seemed to be heard in the air.
This punch has the strength of the second level of Shenmen Realm. He Songnai is a strong person in the second level of Shenmen Realm. This is one of the reasons why he looks down on Chen Feng.
Everyone else in the pavilion looked like they were watching a good show. They thought He Song could directly kill Chen Feng with this punch.
Yan Gaoyang felt a little regretful and sighed in his heart: "It's a pity that we can't kill this little bastard at the family meeting. It's an advantage for He Song."
But naturally they wouldn't know that Chen Feng deliberately lowered his strength.
Chen Feng sneered. He didn't use any martial arts at all, he just punched them together without any fancy.
He Song screamed, and the bones of his right arm were broken, and he hung down softly.
He screamed like a slaughtered pig, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face turned pale, and he fell heavily to the ground.
His face was full of horror, and he looked at Chen Feng in disbelief: "You, why are you so powerful?"
Everyone was in disbelief. They didn't expect that Chen Feng was so powerful and injured He Song, who was on the second floor of the Shenmen Realm, with one punch.
Chen Feng looked at Yan Gaoyang and said calmly: "If I heard correctly just now, you called me a little bastard and told me to get out."
Yan Gaoyang was already extremely afraid and jealous of him, but he still managed to say: "So what if I scold you, you little bastard, you are a bastard to begin with!"
Chen Feng sneered: "You calling me a bastard is equivalent to calling my master a bastard. The most unbearable thing in my life is for others to insult my master. Since you are mean-mouthed, you should be slapped!"
As he spoke, Chen Feng slapped Yan Gaoyang hard on the left side of his face.
Yan Gaoyang instinctively wanted to dodge, but he was shocked to find that under the wind of Chen Feng's palm, he had no way to dodge or escape.
This palm seemed slow, but in fact, it slapped him directly in the face before he had time to resist.
There was a crisp sound, and a clear palm print suddenly appeared on the left side of Yan Gaoyang's face. Half of his face was swollen, and blood flew out mixed with a few broken teeth.
He was furious and glared at Chen Feng fiercely: "I..."
"What am I?" Chen Feng said coldly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will destroy you today!"
Seeing Chen Feng's cold gaze, Yan Gaoyang felt his heart tremble, his whole body was cold, and he didn't dare to say a word.
Chen Feng looked at Lu Yan again.
Lu Yan was the weakest and most courageous among them. When he was kicked by Chen Feng, he was so frightened that he even lost the courage to speak. He waved his hands repeatedly and turned pale.
Seeing his cowardly look, Chen Feng snorted coldly.
