These two subordinates were rude and domineering, and they didn't take Feng Ziyue, Young Master Sun, in their eyes at all, they raised the rope in their hands, and their noses were cold, and their faces were full of arrogance.

"Humph!"

Feng Ziyue snorted coldly and slowly stood up.

The three of them have an embarrassing status in the Feng family, and the subordinates have always had no good looks for them, and they lack the time to use every day without the slightest respect.

Xue'er was frightened by the two vicious subordinates, and she cowered and hid behind Feng Ziyue.

"What to see...... Come with us!"

The two of them originally planned to tie up Feng Ziyue and shake his majesty, but when they saw the cold look on his face, they couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly remembered that this cowardly Young Master Sun on weekdays is a murderous god who kills people today, but I am afraid that my mind will not be able to turn a corner at this time, in case of an outbreak, don't be tired of my own life.

As soon as he thought of this, his tone immediately softened a lot, and he didn't dare to scold loudly.

Feng Ziyue picked up Xue'er with one arm and glanced at them coldly, causing the two of them to take another step back.

"Let's go!"

Feng Ziyue dusted off the ashes on his body, and Shi Shiran walked out of the door, calmly, not at all afraid of the prestige of the Feng Family Torture Hall. The two families were stunned for a long time before they hurried to follow.

At this time, there was already a lot of noise in the Feng family's torture hall, and the mother of the two auspicious brothers completely made a shrew form, sat down on the ground and rolled around, crying and asking Feng Ziyue to pay for his two precious sons.

Feng Buping frowned, and tapped his fingers on the table irritably, naturally he didn't mind punishing this nephew in his heart, but he was pinched by the side branch, and he lost his face as the acting head of the family, and he was unhappy in his heart.

Feng Ziyue hugged Xue'er and slowly stepped into the lobby of the Feng family. I saw Feng Buping sitting on the left side of the center, and there was a Taishi chair vacant in the middle, which was a vacant position reserved for the old man of the family to show respect. There is a central axis hanging on the wall, the painting is an old man with a white beard and white eyebrows, it is said that he is the ancestor of the Feng family, there is an incense case in front of the painting, and the three pillars of incense in the copper incense burner exude curling green smoke.

Feng Buxue and his wife stood on one side, behind them were a group of side disciples shouting and cheering, and on the other side, Feng Ziyue's mother, Chu Hongyu, stood alone with a sad face.

As soon as she saw Feng Ziyue coming in, Chu Hongyu's face was full of sorrow, and she couldn't help but want to catch up, but she was stopped by Shengsheng.

That Feng Buxue's face became even more angry, and he shouted and cursed.

Feng Buping frowned, "If you don't learn, above the torture hall, you can't make noise!" Feng Buxue stopped his mouth and glared at Feng Ziyue viciously, as if he was going to eat him before he was willing.

Feng Ziyue glanced at him coldly, and slowly put her sister down, Xue'er was scared in her heart, seeing her mother's look of hope and worry, she threw herself into her mother's arms. Chu Hongyu hugged her daughter tightly, and tears couldn't help but flow.

"Feng Ziyue, the current clansmen are the first to sue you, saying that you slaughtered your brother for no reason, and violated the third family rule of my Feng family, which is a big crime of blood relatives, can you admit your guilt?" Feng Buping cleared his throat and suddenly asked sharply.

"Don't admit it!"

Feng Ziyue bowed slightly, but his eyes kept looking at his mother's side, and he didn't glance at his second uncle at all.

"They kidnapped my sister into the woods, and they were murderous, and they were rude in their words, and they offended my mother and sister, so I beheaded her. The Feng family's family rules, the side branch plotted to kill the descendants, and killed them on the spot!"

Today's Feng Ziyue is not a fourteen-year-old boy who can be slaughtered. His more than 30 years of experience is not only in martial arts, these people are sophisticated, and they are also very old-fashioned.

"Fart!"

Feng Buping was furious and jumped out, "What kind of descendant are you, a wild seed? My Ji'er and Xiang'er are full of food and come to murder you......?"

"Smack!"

Feng Buping's voice did not fall, only to feel that he had eaten a spicy slap on his face, this slap was extremely powerful, he only felt that half of his head was buzzing, his eyes were full of gold stars, he wailed, and spit out half of his molars.

He took a few steps back, looking at Feng Ziyue who appeared in front of him in disbelief, only to see him slowly wiping his palms, with a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This slap is to teach you a rule, if you dare to be disrespectful to my mother again, you will go down to accompany your two precious sons!"

Feng Ziyue's hand was swift and incoherent, Feng Buxue didn't even have time to react, and he immediately suffered a loss.

With the uneven cultivation of the acting family master, he could see it clearly, but when the incident happened suddenly, he couldn't help but think about whether he could avoid this slap if he was in a different place, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

What a hell of a thing.

This nephew is clearly only a basic Xuan Qi cultivator, and he can't be regarded as a real martial artist, where did he get such a fast skill and such a strange move?

Could it be ......

Feng Buping looked at the vacant position in the middle, and his heart was cold.

In the Feng family, only the old man's martial arts cultivation can teach such a hand, could it be said that the old man in retreat suddenly opened his mind, and he actually wanted to recognize this eldest grandson?

He, the acting head of the family, had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he was stunned on the spot for a while.

Seeing that the man had suffered a loss, the lady of the Luan family who was splashing and rolling on the ground was even more angry, she screamed, jumped up, stretched out her sharp fingers, and grabbed the face of Chu Hongyu's mother and daughter.

She knows how to find a soft pinch of persimmons, Feng Ziyue She can't figure out the depth, and she doesn't dare to provoke, but grabbing Chu Hongyu's mother and daughter is offending Feng Ziyue's scales.

"Bang!"

I saw Feng Ziyue's body swaying, and he was already in front of the lady of the Luan family, her left leg was slightly raised, raising a phantom, and with a bang, she saw that the lady of the Luan family was hit by a leg in the chest.

"Anemo flicks!"

The wind was uneven and changed color, and his heart was even more uncertain.

This leg comes first, relying on the knee to exert force, and the calf pops up quickly and incoherently, which is the mastery of the Fengshen leg method evolved by the Feng family's wind determination method!

This kid has not entered the realm of martial artists, so naturally he has no chance to contact Yin Feng Du, the only person in the world who can teach him is the old man Feng Tianhe, the head of the Feng family!

If the old man really began to teach this grandson martial arts who he didn't recognize, does that mean that the day has come for this child to officially recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors?

Feng Ziyue is the eldest brother's parent, if he recognizes the genealogy, he is the eldest son and grandson, that is, the heir of the Feng family!

Feng Buping clenched his fists.

Above the torture hall, the scene was very strange, the two bitter masters were beaten to the ground, looking frightened, and for a while they actually stopped breathing, and the two corpses under the hall, covered with white cloth, lay down quietly.

And the person who presided over the torture hall, the acting head of the family, was uneven, but his face was cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

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