At this time, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction from which the sound came. When they saw the person who came clearly, everyone in the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall bowed their heads and remained silent, like a mouse seeing a cat, obediently parting ways and standing on both sides in a regular manner.

Under Tang Feifei's reminder, the cold ice sheathed the steel sword. At this time, Yang Feilong was nervous, with a worried and panicked look on his face.

Among the few people who walked over, the lean and sturdy middle-aged man at the front had a serious expression, and his eyes kept scanning everyone present.

Next to him, a little woman in a tender yellow shirt had skin as white as snow, a melon seed face, and a cold and arrogant look in her eyes under the willow eyebrows. In every move of this woman, she exuded an indescribably powerful aura.

The middle-aged man was followed by a grandmaster and an innate martial artist, both of whom were the deputy chief instructors of the Yang family's martial arts hall.

The Yang Family Martial Arts Hall in Miancheng is different from the Lei Ba Martial Arts Hall in Guocheng, the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall is a martial arts hall that combines the family and the martial arts hall, and it is similar to the families in other small and medium-sized cities in the Yan Kingdom.

The management of the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall is the director, deputy director, chief teacher, deputy chief teacher, assistant boxer and captain, with no family honor, guardian and other positions. The deputy curator is also the chief housekeeper of the Yang family, and the captain is equivalent to the guardian of other big families.

In the Yang Family Martial Arts Pavilion, the number of deputy chief teachers is relatively large, and they take care of the responsibilities similar to those of other family masters.

The Yang family in Miancheng used to be a quasi-first-class big family in Yanguo, but it suffered a catastrophe many years ago, the strong members of the family were killed and injured, and the weak clansmen were also scattered all over the country. In that incident, the Yang family's inheritance was almost interrupted, and only a few were lucky to remain.

Decades ago, the Yang family finally withered in the spring, regained some strength, and also founded this martial arts hall. In Miancheng, the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall is only at the second-rate level, and its comprehensive strength ranks outside the top ten.

This capable and sturdy middle-aged man is Yang Xiaoyi, the deputy director of the Yang Family Martial Arts Pavilion, a martial artist in the middle realm of the first level of the Grandmaster. Of course, in the cognition of martial artists in this world, he is the martial artist in the early stage of the grandmaster.

"Are you all right? What are you doing here? Yang Xiaoyi's face was grim and he asked sharply.

Chen Dajun pointed at Tang Hanbing and said viciously: "Deputy Curator, this kid is lawless and has come to our martial arts hall to make trouble. ”

Yang Feilong looked at Deputy Curator Yang timidly, and never dared to make a noise.

Yang Xiaoyi turned a blind eye to him, only looked at Han Bing, his face lost his previous indifference, and asked in a calm tone, "What's your name?" Why come to the kick gym? ”

Coming to the martial arts hall to make trouble is like kicking the hall, and Yang Xiaoyi is also in line with common sense when he says this. Han Bing raised his eyes and replied with two words as if nothing had happened: "Find someone." ”

Chen Dajun was unwilling to see the deputy curator's gentle attitude, but at this time, he seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and reprimanded loudly: "Little garbage, you dare to be rampant in front of the deputy curator, there is no one in your eyes!" ”

He is now a captain and the nephew of Chen Guangsheng, the deputy head coach of the martial arts hall, so he has the confidence to speak.

Chen Dajun's qualifications are mediocre and he has no skills, but he is not small, and he can often do things that fan the wind and ignite ghosts, and it also makes it perfect and not easy for people to notice.

Tang Feifei couldn't hold his breath, his face turned red, and he said angrily: "We are here to join the martial arts hall, you have nothing to do, why ......?"

"Boom!" With a bang, Han Bing pulled out the steel sword violently, staring at Chen Dajun with his eyes like sharp blades, and two words popped out of his mouth coldly: "Trash? ”。 As he spoke, his whole body burst out with evil energy, and he wanted to stab straight with his sword.

Yang Xiaoyi's eyes froze, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible coercion shrouded him, making it difficult for Han Bing to move. At the same time, he looked at the kid in surprise, his eyes staring at the cold aura emanating from Han Bing's body. The breath was faint, but breathtaking.

Is this evil spirit? Is there such a miraculous thing in the human body? This is not the ferocious momentum exaggerated in martial arts novels, but a real breath visible to the naked eye! Could it be that he has the Evil Physique recorded in the Ancestral Cheats?!

The evil body is a legendary physique within a very small range of the Water Blue Star, and it is also recorded in the secret books of the ancestors of the Yang family. Those who knew a little about the Evil Body only knew that this kind of constitution was very powerful, but they knew very little about the rest of the Evil Body.

At this time, Han Bing felt the strong strength of the deputy curator, but felt that he had no ill will towards him, so he put his sword into the sheath, and had no intention of attacking again.

Yang Xiaoyi smiled slightly, and said gently: "Young man, you come with me." ”

Then, he turned his head to look at the two Feilong Extraordinary Others, and said to Yang Zheng, who was standing not far away, "Come over and take them to the welcome living room to rest." In the end, he didn't even glance at Chen Dajun, turned around and walked towards the main hall.

Everyone in the martial arts hall saw the deputy director's commotion, and their jaws dropped directly.

Yang Xiaoyi, who has always been cold and strictly managed, actually faced this arrogant kid with a smile on his face, and also arranged Yang Feilong, who had been expelled from the martial arts hall before, to rest in the living room, which shocked everyone and felt incredible.

Moreover, the deputy curator rarely ignored Chen Dajun, as if he was the one who made trouble, which made the eyes of many martial artists who followed Captain Chen in the hall fall to the ground.

The cold and arrogant girl beside Yang Xiaoyi was also confused, did the second uncle need to be polite to this wanton and reckless boy?

She hates this kid even more, thinking that he is just playing a cool game, although he looks good in the fight, he is not as good as the genius in the capital, and it is difficult to have a better development.

At this time, the two Feilong Extraordinary followed Yang Zheng and walked proudly towards the living room.

After a while, Extraordinary calmed down and asked worriedly, "Wyvern, is the ice okay?" He was afraid that the powerful deputy hall master would be unfavorable to Han Bing.

Yang Feilong pretended to be scared and pretended to say: "Mr. has caused trouble, and it may be more than lucky." He had completely surrendered to the cold ice, and the title of "sir" blurted out.

"What can I do? Wyvern, get your brother for help. Hearing him say this, his heart was beating "thump".

Yang Zheng turned his head and smiled at Feilong: "You are still the same, don't entertain people." ”

"Huh? Wyvern, don't be kidding, what the hell is going on? Extraordinary followed closely and asked anxiously.

Yang Zheng saw that Feilong was still looking like a hanger, and reminded Feifei: "You were courteously treated by the deputy curator and arranged to enter the living room. Think about it, is it your own credit? ”

Extraordinary suddenly realized, and smiled stupidly: "Oh, it's all the credit of cold ice." But I don't see any credit for him. Wyvern, you know what? ”

Feilong was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "This ...... I don't know. Alas, what do you care so much for? Anyway, the deputy curator has taken a fancy to him. ”

In the main hall of the martial arts hall, there was a middle-aged man with a face similar to Yang Xiaoyi sitting on the main seat of the huge conference hall. He has a relatively low figure, and he looks like he has gone through vicissitudes.

He is the founder of the Yang Family Martial Arts Pavilion, and the current owner of the Martial Arts Pavilion, Yang Xiaolin, a martial artist at the peak realm of the second layer of the Grandmaster.

"Big brother, Feilong has made a meritorious contribution this time. Look, how is this teenager? Yang Xiaoyi walked into the hall with cold ice and said happily.

The girl and the other two deputy chief teachers did not come in with them, and were all sent back by Deputy Director Yang. Because, he thinks that Han Bing has a big secret, which can't be widely announced.

Yang Xiaolin stood up, slowly walked down the steps, glanced at his brother suspiciously, and looked at the cold ice again.

"Young man, take a look at your luck." Yang Xiaoyi smiled.

Although Han Bing was puzzled for a while, he had a good impression of the deputy curator, so he followed his words and started the exercises. With the snap of his fingers, strands of fighting energy overflowed from his body.

"Hmmm! Why is it gone? Yang Xiaoyi was shocked, as if he had lost his soul, and he panicked in his heart.