This person was squinting his eyes at this time, looking at himself lightly, this person must be Yan Dongxing, the head of the Yan family. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info had heard that she was seriously ill and would most likely die soon, but now it seems to be true.

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

No one answered, and after a moment of silence, Yan Qinglan, who was sitting next to her, chuckled and said, "Since you don't say it, then let me tell you, if you want to become the elder of the Yan family, you must either be over fifty years old and have made outstanding contributions to the family." ”

"It's okay to be less than fifty years old, but you need the strength to reach the fourth floor of the Divine Gate Realm. ”

Chen Feng nodded slowly and said, "My master Yan Qingyu, what kind of cultivation he once had, you should all know. Later, his strength plummeted when he was attacked by someone, and he still had the strength of the fourth building of the Shenmen Realm. With his strength, it was more than enough to become an elder of the family. ”

He sneered: "Why doesn't there be a place for my master on this viewing platform?"

One of the elders couldn't help but shout angrily, "Your master is already dead. ”

Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "Although my master is dead, I am still here!"

He walked to the only vacant spot here, where the Fifth Elder had just been sitting while he was lying on the ground vomiting blood.

He walked there and took the spirit tablet from his bosom and placed it on the seat.

He faced everyone and whispered, "My master should be here, there is a place!"

Although his voice was soft, his attitude was extremely tough.

Tough and calm, there is a shocking power, looking at his awe-inspiring face, these elders were speechless for a while.

It took them a long time before they came to their senses, and they were all annoyed.

Just now, so many elders with noble status were so offended by an ordinary young man, they were all annoyed and angry, so they all accused Chen Feng one after another.

Chen Feng just stood there, looking at them lightly, but his gaze was extremely firm, and his body was straight, without the slightest humility or fear.

Everyone can see his determination, and it can be seen that this young man will not hesitate to fight bloodily for the title and position of his master!

At this time, Yan Dongxing suddenly spoke lazily, and said lightly: "Okay, don't fight, the fifth elder himself is not strong, he can't even deal with a young man, he vomited blood when he was beaten, and he didn't have the face to sit in this seat, since the position is vacant, let Yan Qingyu do it." ”

When he opened his mouth to speak, no one dared to refute it, so he had to acquiesce to this fact.

Chen Feng glanced at him, his face was expressionless, and he turned around and got off the viewing platform.

The elder of the Yan family, who presided over the competition, stood on another large high platform and shouted in a deep voice to everyone: "Sixteen disciples who participated in this competition, please go to the high platform to draw lots. ”

Chen Feng and the other sixteen people went to the high platform, and almost all of them's eyes were focused on him, while the eyes of the other fifteen disciples who participated in the big competition also fell on her.

In his eyes, there was jealousy, disdain, and resentment, and there was one person who looked at him with only disdain in his eyes.

This is a young man in his early twenties, tall and handsome, dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, and imposing. His face was full of arrogance, his eyes were above the top, and it seemed that everyone in the entire family was not taken seriously by him.

This person is Yan Zigui, the eldest son of the family elder Yan Beixing, who is extremely talented, and entered the Ziyang Sword Field at a young age.

He glanced at Chen Feng and said with a sneer, "What kind of powerful apprentice can Yan Qingyu teach that waste?"

Chen Feng stared at him, there seemed to be a flame flickering in his eyes, and said coldly: "You try it again!"

"Say it again, just say it again, is it possible that Lao Tzu is still afraid of you?" Yan Zigui accentuated his tone and said in a cold voice: "Your master is a waste, and you are also destined to be a waste, what I hope for most now is to meet you when I draw lots later!"

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

Chen Feng stared at him and didn't speak, but his eyes were as cold as a knife, extremely fierce, so that when Yanzi looked at it, he couldn't help but tremble lightly in his heart.

But Jean then laughed, "What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of this shit?"

He sneered disdainfully: "It's useless for you to see me, you see the real chapter under your hands, you look at me, and you can't kill items." I'll let you know later, it's definitely a mistake for you to come to the Yan family, and it's definitely a shame for yourself!"

He smiled at the Yan family disciples next to him, "What do you say?"

The other Yan family disciples echoed one after another, and everyone's ridicule came one after another, and they looked at Chen Feng with a disdainful smile on their faces.

Chen Feng's face became extremely calm at this time, he took a breath lightly, his face was joyless and carefree, and he closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk in a trance, and he couldn't see the ups and downs of his emotions at all.

The elder who presided over the big competition shouted in a deep voice: "The lottery has officially begun!"

Everyone stepped forward in turn and began to draw lots.

Soon, the draw match came out, and Chen Feng played against a descendant of the Yan family named Yan Zimu.

Eight groups of matches, the Nuoda competition platform, was divided into eight pieces, each piece is still large enough to accommodate two people to fight.