Chapter 2: The Yellow House

Barren mountains at that time.

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, since there is no way to avoid it, let's solve it all at once!" Under the ancient tree, Yang Zhi took a long breath, without any hesitation in his heart, his eyes showed a resolute look, and he went straight towards the huge Dragon City Gate in the distance.

In the Martial God Continent, martial arts are respected, the strong are high above, looking down on all beings, and the weak are prostrate on the ground and living in the world!

The harsh law of the martial arts jungle has created a unique personality of everyone who is martial.

However, martial arts are difficult, and even if there is indomitable determination and perseverance, how can everyone follow.

Martial Spirit, the people of the Martial God Continent are innate, and it is a unique and unique talent, only those who awaken the Martial Spirit can step into the martial arts and pursue the source of eternal power.

Martial Spirit is the stepping stone for hundreds of millions of living beings in the Martial God Continent to attack the martial arts world!

But there are no absolutes, no one knows, on the vast continent, there is a person who is considered by everyone to be born a waste of firewood, and he does not even have the worst waste martial spirit in his body, let alone awakening and development.

But this person's strength is extremely strong now, even if it is comparable to a level 20 martial artist.

Of course, this person is Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhiyuan was a qi practitioner in another world, because of a failure during a crossing, he was hit by five thunders, and his soul was scattered.

I thought that this was the end of my life, but I didn't want to wake up and came here inexplicably, and I was even more depressed that I was possessed by a baby boy named Yang Zhi.

He didn't belong to this world, and it was natural that he couldn't detect the martial spirit in his body.

Yang Zhi in this life was born in Longcheng, Xia Kingdom, and his father Yang Youwei was in the position of the city lord, holding the power of soldiers and horses in a city, which can be described as a prominent background.

It's just that this illustrious family background did not bring him any convenience, but endless troubles.

In his memory, since he found out that he did not have the potential to be a martial artist, his father has never appeared in front of his eyes, and even his mother, who gave birth to him, has also been left out in the cold, and the mother and son enjoy the treatment that is not as good as that of their subordinates.

But he didn't give up!

You can't practice martial arts, but you can practice the way of qi!

Even if this piece of heaven is not the most suitable soil for qi practitioners, even if qi practitioners are not necessarily stronger than martial artists in the early stage.

But he didn't have a choice!

Even if it's not for the future, just because the mother and son spend their daily lives, it is absolutely impossible to earn money without working hard to cultivate their long-term skills.

It's just that all of this is done in secret.

Because he couldn't explain how a person who hadn't awakened a martial spirit could cultivate a power comparable to that of a martial artist.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, Yang Zhi has always been an ordinary person, if it weren't for the relationship between the city lord's father, such as a civilian like him who does not practice martial arts, I am afraid that he would have been driven out of Dragon City long ago.

"Here, it should be the Huang family, right?

Outside a manor with a towering red wall, Yang Zhi stood quietly at the door, with a small sigh in his heart.

Of course, it is only a "little" emotion, no matter how big the Huang family is, compared with the City Lord's Mansion of his Yang family, it is only good.

"What are you looking at?"

A cold female voice sounded in his ears, Yang Zhi turned his head, and saw a fiery red figure appear in front of him, with a graceful posture and beautiful and strange facial features, which are not absolutely beautiful, but there is also a bit of unique charm contained in it.

The woman was not alone, and there were more than a dozen young entourages behind her, especially the sword-eyed man standing side by side with her, with a strong breath and blazing eyes, and he was a master at a glance.

"I'm asking you, can't you hear me?" Seeing that Yang Zhi didn't answer, the woman's eyebrows frowned slightly, but her tone became colder and colder.

Yang Zhi reacted, and said with a slight smile: "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I saw the majesty of the Huang Mansion, and I just came to pay my respects, by the way, it seems that Miss and her party are also going to the Huang Mansion, I don't know if you can know the daughter of the Huang Mansion?"

"Are you looking for Huang Yan?"

The fiery red woman was about to take someone into the mansion, but when she heard this, she suddenly stopped, looked at Yang Zhi with interest, showed a strange smile between her eyebrows, and said, "What are you looking for her? Do you know her?"

Yang Zhi said with a smile: "I naturally know Miss Huang Yan, but I only know her name, but I don't know her person, as for what to do with her...... Well, I haven't asked Miss Fang's name yet, is it from Huangfuzhong, if it's convenient, can you help pass it on on your behalf, just say that Yang Zhi wants to see ......"

"You are Yang Zhi?"

The fiery red woman's face changed, she reacted suddenly, and turned her head away as if she had nothing to do, but a pair of beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at Yang Zhi curiously.

But seeing Yang Zhi standing in his hands, dressed in white, with an extraordinary bearing, he went to that station at will, which also gave people a sense of chic and elegant.

If you don't know his true identity, this skin alone is really likely to attract the admiration of countless women.

It's a pity that this is the world of martial arts, vases are not popular, and he Yang Zhi can't become a martial artist's waste wood.

Mo said that now Huang Yan already has Yi Feng, a wishful man, even if there is no Yi Feng, it is impossible to love such gold and jade and lose the waste in it.

"Hey, you know me?" Yang Zhi moved.

Although the surprise in the other party's eyes was only fleeting, Yang Zhi still accurately captured it.

"I've heard of your name, the Ninth Young Master of the Famous City Lord's Mansion in Dragon City, it should be Your Excellency......, right?"

Huang Yan looked at Yang Zhi playfully, and deliberately bit the words "famous" very hard, and the irony was self-evident.

"Okay, don't you have something to find Huang Yan, wait here, I'll tell you for you, as for whether she sees you or not, it's none of my business!"

After that, she turned around indifferently and said softly to Yi Feng next to her, "Brother Yi, let's go in." ”

"Good. Yi Feng nodded, and followed Huang Yan towards the gate of the Huang Mansion, never looking at Yang Zhi with a straight face, but there was a faint flash of anger in his calm eyes.

"Murderous?" Yang Zhi's eyes condensed slightly, glanced at Yi Feng's back, and quickly fell on the fiery red woman again, and after a while, the corners of his mouth raised a faint arc: "It's a little interesting!"

In the Huangfu mansion, Huang Yanping stepped down and personally led Yi Feng through the courtyards and pavilions to the main courtyard of the family's most magnificent front hall.

There, the head of the family, Huang Dongxi, led a group of clansmen to wait respectfully, and when he saw his baby daughter returning safely, especially Yi Feng Yi, who followed his daughter, he couldn't help but greet him warmly.

After a brief chat, Huang Yan stood up from her position, came to Huang Dongxie with dissatisfaction and whispered: "Dad, what is going on? Why did you agree to marry me to that waste?"

"Yan'er, this ......" Huang Dongxie showed a bitter face, glanced at Yi Feng, and saw that the other party did not show half displeasure, so he smiled bitterly: "Yan'er, it's hard to say, you don't know, in the past half a year since you left, our Huang family has suffered several batches of goods from unknown forces, and that's not all, even the pharmacy belonging to our Huang family in Dragon City has been destroyed one after another, so my father ......"

"So Dad, you don't care about your daughter's happiness?" Huang Yanxiu frowned, becoming more and more unhappy, and continued: "Dad, because your daughter usually respects you so much, that's how you do it?

"My baby daughter, my father didn't let you marry him, that's not called marrying!" Huang Dongxie couldn't help but glance at Yi Feng again.

"Dad has already talked to their Yang family, let that waste into our family, you don't have to marry at all, it's just to show an attitude to the outside world, think about it, with the strength of that waste, come to our house, what can he do to you?" he added.

"That's not going to work either!"

Huang Yan was so angry that she stomped her foot fiercely, to tell the truth, if there was no Yi Feng's appearance, for the benefit of the family, her father would not be able to accept it.

But now, she is already Yi Feng's person, and she has already made a private decision for life, can she agree to such a thing that damages her daughter's family name? If she agrees, then what kind of face does Yi Feng have?

"Grandma, do you really treat your father as an old fool? Now that Yi Xian's nephew has come to our house, of course my father will not agree to this matter anymore. When Huang Dongxie said this, he looked at Yi Feng with a flattering smile and said, "Nephew Yi Xian, don't worry, I'll order someone to drive that waste away now......

"No need!"

Yi Feng smiled faintly and stood up from the chair, "Anyone who dares to fight the idea of a concubine, I am very interested in meeting him for a while." ”

"Virtuous nephew, what are you ......" Huang Dongxie was anxious when he heard this, and sweat was faintly soaked in his head.

If he wanted to choose one of Yi Feng and that waste as a good match for his daughter, of course he would choose the former without hesitation.