After Chen Fan returned to the inn, he never went out again, but just pulled Zhao De to ask about some things in the family. Now, he is also a member of the Zhao family, and he still has a certain understanding of the situation of the Zhao family. Of course, Zhao Kuo knew everything about Chen Fan, a few people talked and laughed, and before they knew it, night had fallen, and the dinner was about to start.

The dinner was held in the family residence, and there were many people who participated in the banquet, in addition to Chen Fan and others, there were also those martial artists who had passed today's assessment and had officially become the peripheral personnel of the Zhao family, adding up to dozens of people.

There are about twenty martial artists who have passed the assessment today, all of whom are over twenty years old, and among these people, the lowest cultivation is also in the innate realm.

At the banquet, Zhao Kuo solemnly introduced Chen Fan to everyone and called him a rare genius. In the process of introduction, Chen Fan looked like a thousand miles of horses, he was Bole, and he said that he was a wise man who was wise and talented, and the smug and happy expression on his face was fully revealed.

For Zhao Kuo's praise, Chen Fan could only smile bitterly, he understood, 'The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it', at this stage, it is the best choice to hide his strength secretly, he doesn't want to attract too many people's attention. But Zhao Kuo's approach pushed him to the forefront, forcing him to face more pressure and more challenges.

Seeing the jealousy and resentment revealed by those warriors who were ignored at the banquet next to him, Chen Fan knew that he was in trouble, but after thinking about it, since it was a foregone conclusion, then don't worry about it anymore, if there is trouble, just solve it, and he also has this ability.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan's mood was much calmer, and he indifferently faced the family members that Zhao Kuo introduced to him, as well as those martial artists with outstanding martial arts.

Among the martial artists recruited this time, there were actually two masters who had cultivated to reach the Earth Hell Realm, which made Chen Fan feel very surprised, he couldn't understand, he didn't know why they would rather come to the Zhao family than go to the Wang family, which was better treated?

The banquet ended in an atmosphere of disgruntle, and after that, Chen Fan, Yue Wuya and Luo Qingyun returned to the inn to rest.

The next morning, Luo Qingyun got up early and went out to help Chen Fan and Yue Wuya go to breakfast. This is almost a habit, usually, this kind of work is in charge of Fang Han, but now that Fang Han and the others have not returned, this kind of work of preparing breakfast can only be done by Luo Qingyun.

It didn't take long for Chen Fan to get up, he was practicing martial arts in the house, and suddenly, a noise came from outside.

Chen Fan frowned, because he had already heard Luo Qingyun's voice from the noise that came, and it seemed that he was arguing with some people.

This inn is also engaged in wine and food, and the hall is where guests order and pick up meals, where guests can order meals, and then ask the innkeeper to send them to the guest room to eat, and at this time in the hall, there are two groups of people arguing there, to be precise, one person and a group of people arguing.

That person was Luo Qingyun, and the other group of people were the martial artists who appeared at the dinner yesterday and were recruited by the Zhao family.

As soon as he saw this situation, Chen Fan knew that his premonition had finally happened: trouble was coming!

"What's going on?" Chen Fan came to Luo Qingyun's side and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah, Chen Fan, you're here. Luo Qingyun noticed that Chen Fan had come to his side, and complained to him with a look of grievance: "Chen Fan, you came just in time, a few of them bullied me! Originally, I ordered it early and asked the guy to send it to our room, but they stopped them, and they had to let them eat first, saying that the strong are respected, and they should be enjoyed first." ”

Hearing this, Chen Fan has completely understood, this is completely a "dismount", they are secretly angry because of Zhao Kuo's admiration for themselves last night, and today they have to give themselves a little color to see, so that they can understand that they are the strongest.

With a faint smile, Chen Fan turned around and faced the warriors: "You are right, the strong are respected! The strong should have the right of priority." ”

When the warriors on the opposite side heard this, they were secretly happy in their hearts, hehe, bow your head, let your kid be arrogant, and dare to show off in front of our predecessors with a little achievement, and now see our strength and know how powerful we are.

Among the warriors, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi walked out, and he was one of the two who had reached the Earth Evil Realm.

"Your junior is not bad, you know how to respect your seniors, you must continue to maintain this attitude in the future, and I won't care about you today's affairs. He pretended to be solemn and showed a smug look on his face that could not be concealed, and he waved his hand generously to let Chen Fan and the others leave.

All of a sudden, all the warriors smiled triumphantly.

Chen Fan smiled slightly at everyone, suddenly his face changed, and he said coldly to the middle-aged man: "It's good to respect the strong, but unfortunately, you are not strong and not worthy of our respect." ”

"You-" The smile on the face of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi froze, and his face suddenly turned cold, not only him, but also the faces of everyone behind him were gloomy.

Chen Fan didn't care about their reactions at all, he just said to himself: "There are only two kinds of people who deserve my respect, one is high martial arts, and the other is good morality. Your martial arts skills are not good, and judging from what happened just now, your moral character is also poor, what do you have that deserves my respect? Don't you feel ashamed that you are still boasting about yourself here?"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was half angry by Chen Fan's words, and said angrily: "Is it? Isn't our martial arts good? That means your martial arts are very powerful? Come, then let me see your 'peerless' martial arts." While speaking, the middle-aged man deliberately accentuated the pronunciation of the word "peerless", which was to satirize Chen Fan's immeasurability.

"Not just any cat or dog can challenge me, wait until you beat my subordinates. Saying that, Chen Fan turned to Yue Wuya on the side and said, "Wuya, you come and let them see what the strength of the strong is." ”

Yue Wuya came to the man in Tsing Yi with an expressionless face, glanced at the latter coldly, and said, "Go to the courtyard, you can't do it here." ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi didn't say a word, and walked in the direction of the middle compound of the inn. At this moment, his heart was already furious, and he vowed to teach Chen Fan a profound lesson.

The man in Tsing Yi silently calculated in his heart that the fight for a while must be fast, ruthless, and accurate, giving a heavy blow to the person in front of him, and also letting Chen Fan take a good look at his strength, he wanted Chen Fan to understand that seniors should be respected, don't think that if you learn a little bit of martial arts, you can show off your martial arts in front of your seniors.

Everyone came to the compound and divided into two groups, left and right, and confronted each other.

On the left are Chen Fan and Luo Qingyun, on the right are the rest of the martial artists, in front of the two groups of people, there is the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and Yue Wuya, and some of the guys in the inn, and even the shopkeeper have put down their work and secretly stood by to watch the fight.

"Let's get started. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, and stood there waiting for Yue Wuyi's move.

"It's better for you to make a move first, after all, you are older, even if you respect the elderly, you should be allowed to make a move first, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to make a move, your martial arts are really bad." ”

Yue Wuya's words were like pouring a bucket of oil on the anger in the heart of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and under the anger, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi couldn't care about the demeanor of his predecessors anymore, and he shouted angrily, and his figure had already flown up in the air, and he pounced towards Yue Wuya.

In mid-air, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi lifted his palms up, and the endless energy was entwined and dancing outside his palms, and the momentum was amazing.

With a loud shout, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi fell sharply, and went straight to the moon, and at the same time pushed forward, and the whistling energy roared violently, with an amazing momentum.

"Smack!"

When the palm of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was still half a foot away from Yue Wuya's body, a wall of lilac qi suddenly appeared, blocking the palm of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and the two touched, making a soft sound.

The strong palm force rippled around the surface of the qi wall, and then completely dissipated, and there was no trace of it.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was secretly surprised, this palm couldn't break through this thin wall of qi?

"Boom!"

Then, there was a loud bang, and where the palm of the hand came into contact with the qi wall, a force shook out, rushing straight into the palm of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, accompanied by a violent cyclone.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was shocked, and he was shocked by the force of the shock, and flew back eight feet away. After landing, he was still shocked, he couldn't imagine that the other party didn't even move his hand, so he defused his offensive and repelled himself, what kind of martial arts is this, so powerful?

Yue Wuya still had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't know what had just happened.

The martial artists who were watching were also shocked, and they couldn't imagine that with such an amazing palm of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, they couldn't break through the big man's body protection true qi, but were shocked back, this kind of strength was simply terrifying.

Yue I want him to look coldly at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and arrive: "It's too late to admit defeat now!"

"Hmph!" the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, although he didn't have as much confidence as he did at the beginning, he wouldn't admit defeat with one blow. The figure flickered, and the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi rushed forward again, blasting out one palm after another, vowing to defeat Yue Wuya.

But it's a pity that every palm is under the qi wall in front of Yue Wuya, and he can't cross the thunder pool by half a step. With each palm, there were ripples, and the shield seemed to be about to shatter, but after a few more palms, the situation was still the same, and no progress could be made.

Yue Wuya still stood in place, allowing the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi to attack, and did not fight back.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi couldn't break through the shield even after attacking dozens of palms, and he was a little discouraged, but for the sake of face, he had to continue to attack.

Chen Fan looked at the scene on the field impatiently, and said loudly to Yue Wuya: "Wuya, if you have played enough, hurry up and deal with him." ”

Yue Wuya received the order, his right hand suddenly flipped over, and a qi wave jumped in the palm of his hand, and the palm of his hand swung forward, and the air wave above the palm of his hand had already shot towards the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

Before the air wave arrived, the powerful energy was already coming, and the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi knew that this blow was not trivial, so he hurriedly raised the strength of his whole body, gathered it in his palms, and shot it out.

"Boom!"

The energy is scattered, and the hot wind blows on the face. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled out, until he was blocked by the steps, he stopped, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out again.