The young man is now eager to kill all the onlookers present, but this is still the territory of the Martial Arts Palace, if he dares to make a move, it is estimated that the next person to be killed will be himself.

"Guo Shao's errand really hurt me......" He was almost remorseful to death at this time, knowing that even if he killed him, he would not accept Guo Yang's errand, but he tested this young man named Zhou Feng.

He had no doubt at all that the martial arts hall master inside the gate of this mansion would really kill him, if he ordered his subordinates to do it!

"Martial Arts Hall!"

As soon as he thought of this name and the humiliation it brought him, the young man's eyes became even more gloomy and terrifying, especially looking at Zhou Feng, who was slowly walking into the door of the mansion, and it flashed with jealousy, hatred, and hatred.

I have to say that this time the Martial Arts Hall is really different.

The guard commander fought with Zhou Feng, but only the guard commander was executed, Zhou Feng was not only fine, but it seemed that he had become a guest of honor invited by the Martial Arts Palace, which was really a bit of a big difference.

As for the two deputy commanders who were severely injured by Zhou Feng's eyes, it was as if they had been directly ignored, the Martial Arts Hall did not pursue it, and the young man did not dare to act rashly, until he confirmed that he was fine, and only after confirming that he was okay did he arrange for the two of them to go to the medical hall for treatment.

And the young man, accompanied by the old man, led the people into the door of the mansion, but the expression on his face had already changed from a smile at the beginning to a gloomy face that was about to ooze black water.

The onlookers were all excited because they had witnessed the terrifying strength of the three innate masters, but the main master was gone, and they had no need to stay, so they dispersed one after another, and each gathered his best friends to tell about the "Great War of the World" just now.

"What shall we do?"

Prince Zixu and Zhou Zhengxiang glanced at each other and asked a little confused.

"Get in!" But the fat man, who has always been very arrogant, said such a sentence very simply.

"Enter!" Prince Zixu and the others looked at each other, and then said in unison.

This mansion gate is not a Longtan tiger's den, and the gate is not guarded, that is, those ordinary warriors can enter and exit this mansion gate freely, and the degree of openness can be seen.

"But, where did Zhou Feng's kid go?"

It's just that the four of them walked into the door of the mansion, and what appeared in front of them was a courtyard with a considerable area, and all the passages led in all directions.

Zhou Zhengxiang and the others couldn't find their way, but Zhou Feng could sense the existence of the martial arts hall master very clearly, and even the other party deliberately attracted him to walk over.

Zhou Feng's heart was not sad or happy, nor did he act excessively, his breath towards An was very peaceful, and he did not show the slightest malice towards him, and even faintly had a little affection.

After passing through several courtyards and corridors in a row, Zhou Feng finally found his destination.

This is a small pavilion on the edge of a lotus pond, the pavilion is ventilated on all sides, but you can also enjoy the beautiful spring color of the lotus pond, but there is also a little chic.

By the lotus pond and in the pavilion, an estimated figure sat on a wooden wheelchair, with his back to Zhou Feng, as if he felt Zhou Feng's arrival, and then the person turned the wooden wheelchair and turned his face towards Zhou Feng, just a very ordinary face, about thirty-seven or eighty years old, but this person's cultivation is very high, definitely more than thirty or forty years old.

"You may be seated!"

The man pointed to the bench next to the gazebo and said very politely: "I am not physically convenient, I can't greet you in person, sorry!" ”

"Nothing!" Zhou Feng smiled slightly, and didn't care too much, but his eyes were always looking at this man, especially his crippled legs.

"In the early years, I was too impulsive, and when I was fighting with someone, I was hit by the other party's vicious palm, and for more than ten years, I was looking for medical advice everywhere, but I couldn't get his treatment, and this leg was delayed, and it was completely crippled after a long time!" Although what he said was uncomfortable, this person seemed quite open-minded, at least Zhou Feng asked himself that he was far from being able to compare.

"Hehe, look at me, it's like this every time, and when I talk about this, it's always endless!" The man said self-deprecatingly, and then he hugged his fists and introduced himself, "Under Qi Feiyun, the second-class deacon of the Martial Arts Hall and the steward of the outer hall!" ”

"In the next Zhou Feng, leave the Zhou family of Chu State!"

Since the other party had no malicious intent, and he was also a disciple of the Martial Arts Palace, Zhou Feng had no intention of hiding his identity, so there was no need to be too tense.

Especially this Qi Feiyun is still a second-class deacon and the steward of the outer hall, which shows that his status in the Martial Arts Hall is still quite high, and this Martial Arts Palace, although it is supporting Daewoo Kingdom, is also independent of Daewoo Kingdom, after all, as far as Zhou Feng is concerned, Daewoo has supported no less than three countries.

The hierarchy within the Martial Arts Hall is also very clear, with the elders as the respect, and the lower ones are the first, second, and third class deacons, in charge of all aspects of the affairs of the Martial Arts Palace, it can be said that the status of these deacons is quite prominent, if the Martial Arts Hall is compared to a big empire, then these deacons are the thorns of the state capitals, and the princes of a feudal town.

Under the deacons are ordinary disciples, and when they generally need to go out on a mission, the deacons of the three levels will select disciples with different cultivation levels according to the requirements of the task.

Completing a task will reward you with a certain number of points. After accumulating points to a certain extent, you can exchange them for spirit stones, elixirs, blades, strange things, and so on.

"Oh? Leaving the Zhou family of Chu State, it seems that you are here to participate in this martial arts, Zhou family...... I don't know what Zhou Xiaotian's predecessor is ......," Qi Feiyun suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"Oh, Zhou Xiaotian...... It's my father......" Zhou Feng slowed down, and then said indifferently.

"Oh, Your Excellency turned out to be the son of Zhou Xiaotian's predecessor, no wonder he has such strength!" Qi Feiyun said as it should be.

"Well, you've seen my father?" Zhou Feng asked softly.

"Yes, I had the pleasure of meeting them once a few years ago!" Qi Feiyun said with a smile. "Then we're already brothers! Martial arts is based on strength, my Guan Zhou brother is not very old, but his cultivation is almost not inferior to me, and this kind of talent is definitely one of the best in our martial arts hall! His future is limitless! ”

"Brother Qi praised it, praised it!" Zhou Feng did look very modest and waved his hand vigorously.

"Whether it's a false praise or not, it's not up to me to have the final say! Since the establishment of the Martial Arts Palace, there are still very few disciples who have stepped into the innate realm before the age of twenty, and it can be said that there may not be one in a thousand years! Now there is only Guo Yang! Moreover, he only stepped into the innate realm when he was twenty years old, but my brother, I should not be twenty years old yet! Qi Feiyun was joking with Zhou Feng vigorously, and the laughter was quite loud, and even echoed in this courtyard.

Of course, Qi Feiyun is also very exaggerated, that is, Zhou Feng's strength is almost equal to him, which is really too fake.

Judging from the commander of the guards who attacked and killed Zhao Muzhi by Qi Feiyun, his cultivation was at least at the peak of the Sky Gathering Realm, and he had even stepped into a new level!

Actually, Qi Feiyun didn't say anything about this, and Zhou Feng was not easy to explore, but Qi Feiyun's cultivation was really more than twice as strong as Zhou Feng's, and I am afraid that he was no less than a master of the Sky Shooting Realm!

The only regret is that his legs that have been completely crippled make it difficult for him to get out of this wheelchair, which has slightly reduced his strength, otherwise God knows how high his cultivation will be, triple heaven, quadruple heaven, or fifth heaven, this is difficult to say.

It seems that because of the relationship between finding a common topic, Zhou Feng and Qi Feiyun are talking more and more smoothly, and at the same time, the content of idle talk has become varied, some say what kind of exercises are suitable for the cultivation of martial artists of what age, and say that there is a peerless divine weapon in the martial arts hall, or who has just obtained any valuable pills from the alchemy room. Although it is all rumored through the grapevine, but this empty learning does not come to the wind, if there is no such thing, who likes to carry a big black cauldron.

Although Qi Feiyun is several rounds older than Zhou Feng, his personality is quite bold, and after chatting for a while, both parties have a great impression.

"By the way, Senior Brother Qi, I also have a few brothers who have come over together, and I have been delayed here for a lot of time, so I guess they should be in a hurry!"

This chat time passed quickly, and when Zhou Feng came back to his senses, he had been in for a long time, fatty, Zhou Zhengxiang, and they were estimated to be in a hurry, so they said to Qi Feiyun very apologetically.

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This is today's thirteenth shift, Xiao Poison is really on the verge of collapse, his shoulders, and cervical spine are very painful, just to complete the goal of 150,000 words per month!! Keep fighting!!

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