He walked back out the door again, but Yan Pingle didn't stop him or say anything, he just followed him back in silence.
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 lowly bastard with unknown origins. Being able to participate in the family competition is already a blessing earned in eight lifetimes. How dare you act so arrogantly in the Yan family?"
"I'm telling you, you have to behave honestly and with your tail between your legs. The Yan family is not like your country place. 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 heavily with a palm.
With a bang, his head exploded like a trampled 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 did not expect that Chen Feng was so arrogant and at the same time so powerful!
Chen Feng looked at Yan Pingle and said calmly: "Since I can participate in the Yan family 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 group of 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 period of time. During that time, he lived here. Since you are his disciple, you should live here.
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Chen Feng nodded: "Okay."
The yard is not big, with only one pavilion and two or three wing rooms.
Yan Pingle brought Chen Feng here and then left.
Chen Feng walked around the courtyard.
In the bedroom, all the bedding is available, and in the living room, the tea cup has just been closed. Chen Feng sat gently on the bed, stroking the bedding with his hands. He seemed to feel a trace of warmth on his hands, as if his master Yan Qingyu was still here.
I just woke 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 while, 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 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 famous and 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 and Qianyuan Sect were not at the same level of sects at all. The former was infinitely 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 his awakened martial soul is also quite powerful."
