Wang San looked at Ye Feng with a stunned expression. Where did this waste come from to dare to talk to himself like this? Do you really think that he is still the eldest young master of the Ye family who had a backer a year ago?

"Ye Feng, I'll let you come over and take my broom and sweep the ground around it!" Wang San emphasized again.

"What if I don't sweep?" Ye Feng sneered, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Don't sweep?"

Wang San thought he had heard it wrong at first, but after reacting in the middle of the sound, his face was gloomy like water, and he rushed towards Ye Feng in three or two steps, "If you don't sweep, then I'll let you lie on the bed for a few days!"

Wang San, who came to Ye Feng's side, was facing his chest, raised his hand and punched it.

Wang San's eyes turned red because of his violent aura, as if he had foreseen the scene of Ye Feng being blown out by himself.

In the face of Wang Sanshi's powerful punch, Ye Feng did not avoid it, he just raised his hand at will, and caught the opponent's fist steadily with a "snap".

The fist smashed by a person who hadn't even stepped into the first level of quenching fell into his hand, and to him, it was no different from tickling.

Now he is a beginner-level martial artist with two or three hundred catties of strength!

"You...... No...... This is impossible!How is it possible?!" After Ye Feng received a punch, Wang San was suddenly stunned, his eyes showing panic and disbelief.

A few days ago, this waste was bullied by himself and had no power to fight back, how could he suddenly have such a strong strength? Could it be, could it be that he ...... Wang San didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"What's impossible!" Ye Feng sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Cheap slave, keep your dog eyes open and watch carefully...... Young Master Ben has broken through to the initial stage of body quenching and has become a martial artist!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Feng's hand holding Wang San's fist suddenly exerted force.

Click......

Wang San couldn't help but scream, and the bones of his hands shattered.

"You make a little more noise, and it will make me noise...... Believe it or not, I'll send you to the Western Heaven Elysium right now?" Ye Feng's face turned cold, and he threatened in a low voice.

His threat was like a thunderbolt from the sky, instantly making Wang San honestly shut his mouth.

But the pain in his hand still made his body tremble in pain, and he was in a cold sweat, looking at Ye Feng's gaze as if he had seen a ghost in the day.

He couldn't believe it at all. But the facts are right in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

Click! Click!

Ye Feng's hand continued to exert force. His eyes were full of blood.

Thinking of the humiliation that Wang San brought him, he was reluctant to let go.

And Wang San was already in pain and was about to faint, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only hold on.

Finally, Wang San exhausted the last trace of spiritual power, and the double blow of severe pain and humiliation from his palm made him cry and beg for mercy with a sad face: "Young Master Feng, I was wrong, I was wrong! You have a lot, spare me, spare my dog's life!"

Wang San's bitter begging for mercy woke Ye Feng up in an instant. Just now, he was almost demonic.

"Get out!" Ye Feng saw Wang San's cowardice, let go, kicked out, and kicked him out, "In the future, don't appear in front of me again!"

"Yes, yes. Wang San fell to the ground in embarrassment, ignoring the pain, and hurriedly crawled away, disappearing from Ye Feng's sight in a blink of an eye.

"It's a feeling...... Seem...... It's very cool!" Ye Feng looked at the feeling of grabbing Wang San's fist just now, and controlling other people's lives in his own hands turned out to be so cool.

"In the past, when my grandfather was still around, they respected me and respected me. As soon as my grandfather left, they changed their faces, humiliated me, and trampled on my dignity. ”

"Only when they have the power to make people feared can they really respect me from the bottom of their hearts, and they will not change because of anyone's departure. It doesn't matter if they only cater to me on the face, I want to make those people fear from the bottom of their hearts, no one!"

"People are truly strong only when they become stronger...... Relying on others can't last long after all. ”

Ye Feng's mentality is undergoing great changes. The heart of the strong begins to be conceived.

......

The Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion is divided into two floors, which is the important land of the Ye family. Usually, there are two elders who are jointly guarded.

An elder guarded the gate of the Tibetan Martial Pavilion, and an elder guarded the second floor of the Zangwu Pavilion.

On the first floor, there are many low-level martial arts.

On the second floor, there are a small number of intermediate martial arts.

The children of the beginner level of the Quenching Body Realm can enter the first floor of the Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion and select low-level martial arts. And if you want to enter the second floor of the Tibetan Martial Pavilion, you must have the strength of the quenching body and above.

In the Ye family, only martial artists above the high level of quenching are qualified to cultivate intermediate martial arts.

"Ye Feng?"

At the gate of the Zangwu Pavilion, the white-haired old man looked at him and frowned, "Although you are the grandson of the old master...... But when the old family master is alive, according to the family rules, you can't enter the Tibetan Martial Pavilion. Now ......"

Ye Feng did not respond to the old man, but stepped aside.

On the side of the gate of the Zangwu Pavilion, there is a cultivation stone pillar, on which there are many fist prints left over time.

These fist prints were all left by the children of the family who entered the Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion to borrow martial arts.

Under the stunned gaze of the old man, Ye Feng made a move.

Bang!

A punch was thrown out casually and landed on the cultivation stone pillar, leaving a clear fist mark.

"Fifth Elder, can I go in now?" Ye Feng looked at the old man and asked lightly.

The old man nodded in amazement, and it wasn't until Ye Feng entered the Hidden Martial Pavilion that he reacted, with a shocked expression, "This little guy, when did you break through to the initial level of body quenching?"

It is not surprising that a fifteen-year-old boy has broken through to the initial stage of body quenching. But this young man is Ye Feng, but it is enough to surprise people.

Ye Feng walked into the Hidden Martial Pavilion and began to rummage around.

On the first floor of the Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion, rows of bookshelves are lined with many low-level martial arts.

In front of each row of bookshelves, there is a label indicating the name of the martial arts, as well as the types of martial arts.

As for the specific description of martial arts, you need to look through the books to see it.

"Let's find a body martial arts first...... Martial arts in the world, only fast and unbreakable! This simple eight-character wise saying expounds the highest truth of martial arts. Ye Feng's heart moved, and he began to come to the bookshelf where the body martial arts were stored.

"Treading on the snow without a trace, low-level martial arts, after cultivation, can skim over the snow, like a frightening wave, leaving no trace. ”

"Phantom Step, a low-level martial artist, moves like a phantom, which can interfere with the opponent's vision. ”

"Water floating, low-level martial arts, can use the buoyancy of water to walk on water without falling into the water. ”

......

A section of body law and martial arts was displayed in front of Ye Feng.

"Which one is better?" Ye Feng smiled bitterly.

There are so many body martial arts, each with its own benefits, which dazzles him for a while, and he doesn't know how to choose.

"Huh. At some point, Ye Feng looked down, and on the bottom side of the bookshelf, he found a martial arts book with a thick layer of dust.

"This is ......" Curious, Ye Feng squatted down, pulled out this classic, and swept away the dust on it.

Four big characters in seal style appeared in front of Ye Feng's eyes.

Shapeshift!