Chapter 337

Chapter 337 your master is a waste, so are you!

This person is squinting at this time, looking at himself faintly. This person must be Yan Dongxing, the master of the Yan family. I've heard that she is seriously ill and is likely to die soon. Now it seems to be true.

Facing the crowd, Chen Feng slowly asked, "I don't know, what kind of strength do you need to become an elder of the Yan family?"

No one answered. After a moment of silence, Yan Qinglan, sitting next to him, giggled and said, "since I don't say anything, let me say it. If you want to be an elder of the Yan family, you either have to be over 50 years old and have made outstanding contributions to the family."

"It's OK to be less than 50 years old, but you need strength to reach the fourth tower of Shenmen."

Chen Feng nodded slowly and said, "my master Yan Qingyu, you should all know what cultivation he used to be. Later, when he was attacked by others, his strength fell sharply, and he still has the strength of the fourth tower of Shenmen. With his strength, it is more than enough to become a family elder."

He sneered, "why is there no place for my master on this viewing platform?"

An elder couldn't help shouting angrily, "your master is dead."

Chen Feng said in a cold voice, "although my master is dead, I am still there!"

He walked to the only empty position here, which was the seat of the five elders who were lying on the ground spitting blood just now.

He went there, took out the spirit card from his arms and put it on the seat.

Facing the crowd, he whispered, "my master should be here and have a place!"

Although his voice is light, his attitude is extremely tough.

Tough and calm, there was a shocking force. Looking at his awe inspiring face, these elders were speechless for a moment.

After a long time, they came back to their senses, and immediately became angry.

Just now, so many elders with noble status were so offended by an ordinary boy. They were all angry, so now they blame Chen Feng one after another.

Chen Feng just stood there, looking at them faintly, but his eyes were very firm, his body was straight, without the slightest humility and fear.

Everyone can see his determination. We can see that this young man is willing to fight for his master's position and position!

At this time, Yan Dongxing suddenly opened his mouth lazily and said faintly, "all right, don't argue. The five elders are not strong enough to deal with a teenager. They were beaten and spit blood, and they have no face to sit in this seat. Since the position is empty, let Yan Qingyu do it."

No one dared to refute him when he opened his mouth, so he had to acquiesce in this fact.

Chen Feng glanced at him, expressionless, and turned to get off the auditorium.

The elder of Yan family, who presided over the big match, stood on another big platform, facing the crowd and shouted in a deep voice, "Sixteen disciples participating in the big match, please go to the platform and draw lots."

Chen Feng and other 16 people went to the high platform, and almost all of them focused on him, while the other 15 disciples who participated in the big match also focused on her.

There are jealousy, disdain and resentment in his eyes, and one of them, looking at him, is full of only disdain.

This is a young man in his early twenties. He is tall and handsome. His clothes are extremely luxurious and powerful. His face was full of pride, and his eyes were higher than his head. It seemed that he did not pay attention to everyone in the whole family.

This person is Yan Zigui, the eldest son of Yan Beixing, the family elder. He is extremely talented and entered Ziyang sword field at a young age.

He glanced at Chen Feng, sneered and said, "what kind of apprentice can yanqingyu teach?"

Chen Feng stared at him, his eyes seemed to flicker with flames, and said coldly, "try again!"

"Say it again, is it difficult for me to be afraid of you?" Swallow GUI accentuated his tone and said in a cold voice, "your master is a waste, and you are doomed to be a waste. What I hope most now is to meet you later in the lottery!"

"In this way, I can torture you to death! Don't worry, I won't let you die easily, I will let you suffer a lot."

Chen Feng stared at him without speaking, but his eyes were as cold as a knife. They were so fierce that the swallow looked back. They couldn't help but tremble slightly in his heart.

But then he smiled, "what am I afraid of? Am I afraid of this waste?"

He sneered with disdain, "it's useless for you to see me. I can't kill things. I'll let you know later that it's definitely a mistake for you to come to Yan's house. It's definitely self humiliating!"

He smiled at the Yan children nearby and said, "what do you say?"

Other Yan Family Children echoed, and everyone laughed one after another. They looked at Chen Feng with disdainful smiles on their faces.

Chen Feng's face became extremely calm at this time. He took a breath gently, his face was happy and carefree, and slightly closed his eyes, like an old monk in peace, and he could not see the ups and downs of his emotions.

The elder, who presided over the big match, shouted in a deep voice, "the lottery officially begins!"

The crowd came forward in turn and began to draw lots.

Soon, the draw came out. Chen Feng was a direct descendant of the Yan family called yanzimu.

Eight groups of matches, Nuo big Biwu platform, was divided into eight pieces, each piece is still large enough to accommodate two people to fight.