Peerless Martial Soul

This person was squinting at this time, looking at himself faintly. This person must be Yan Dongxing, the head of the Yan family. I have long heard that she was seriously ill, and it is very likely that she will die soon, but now it seems to be true.

Facing the crowd, Chen Feng slowly asked, "I don't know, what kind of strength is needed to become an elder of Yan's family?"

No one answered. After a moment of silence, Yan Qinglan, who was sitting next to him, giggled and said, "Since I don’t say anything, let me talk about it. If you want to be the elder of Yan’s family, you must be over fifty and be a family member. Have made outstanding contributions."

"It's okay if you're under fifty, but you need the strength to reach the fourth floor of the gods."

Chen Feng slowly nodded and said, "My master, Yan Qingyu, you should all know what cultivation level used to be. Later, after being attacked by someone, the strength dropped sharply, and he still has the strength of the fourth floor of the gods. His strength is more than enough to become a family elder."

He sneered: "Why is there no place for my master on this viewing platform?"

An elder couldn't help shouting angrily: "Your master is dead."

Chen Feng said in a cold voice, "Although my master is dead, I am still there!"

He walked to the only vacant position here, which was the position where the fifth elder who was lying on the ground vomiting blood just sat.

He walked there, took the spirit token from his arms and placed it on the seat.

Facing the crowd, he whispered: "My master should be here and have a place!"

Although his voice is light, his attitude is extremely tough.

Tough and calm, with a shocking power, looking at his awe-inspiring face, these elders were speechless for a while.

It took a while before they came back to their senses, and suddenly became angry.

Just now so many distinguished elders were so offended by an ordinary young man, they were all irritated, so they now accused Chen Feng.

Chen Feng just stood there, looking at them lightly, but his eyes were very firm, his body was straight, without the slightest humility or fear.

Everyone can see his determination, and it can be seen that this young man is not hesitating to fight for his status and position as a master!

At this time, Yan Dongxing spoke lazily, and said lightly: "Okay, don't fight, the fifth elders are not good enough, even a teenager can't deal with it, he was vomiting blood, and he has no face to sit in this seat. Now that the position is free, let Yan Qingyu do it."

No one dared to refute his words, so he had to acquiesce in this fact.

Chen Feng glanced at him, expressionless, turned and got off the viewing platform.

The elder Yan, who was presiding over the competition, stood on another large platform and shouted to the crowd: "Sixteen disciples participating in the competition, please go to the high platform to draw lots."

Chen Feng and other sixteen people went to the high platform, almost everyone's eyes were on him, and the eyes of the other 15 disciples who participated in the Grand Competition also fell on her.

There was jealousy, disdain, and resentment in his eyes, and one of them, seeing his eyes, was full of disdain.

This is a young man in his early twenties. He is tall and handsome. He is very luxurious and powerful in his clothes. His face was full of arrogance, and his eyes were above the top. It seemed that no one in the whole family was in his eyes.

This person is the eldest son of Yanzigui, the family elder Yan Beixing. He is extremely talented and entered the Ziyang sword field at a young age.

He glanced at Chen Feng and said with a sneer: "What kind of apprentice can Yan Qingyu teach from that waste?"

Chen Feng stared at him, there seemed to be flames flickering in his eyes, and said coldly: "Try it again!"

"Say it once and then again. Is it possible that I am afraid of you?" Yan Zigui increased his tone and said in a cold voice: "Your master is a trash, and you are destined to be a trash. What I am looking forward to most now is the drawing of lots later. Time to meet you!"

"In this way, I can torture you to death! Don't worry, I won't let you die easily and comfortably, I will make you suffer all the pain."

Chen Feng stared at him without saying a word, but his eyes were as cold as a knife and fierce, making Swallow look back, and his heart trembled.

But let the next chuckling: "What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of this waste?"

He sneered disdainfully: "It's useless for you to see me. You can see the real chapter under your hand. You can't kill the item if you look at me. I will let you know later that you are definitely making a mistake when you come to Yan's house. Take the shame!"

He smiled at the Yan family children next to him: "What do you think?"

The other Yan family children agreed, and everyone laughed one after another. They looked at Chen Feng with disdainful smiles.

On the contrary, Chen Feng's expression became extremely calm at this time. He took a breath, his face was not happy or worried, his eyes closed slightly, like an old monk entering concentration, without any emotional ups and downs.

The elder who presided over the competition said in a deep voice, "The draw has officially begun!"

Everyone stepped forward in turn and began to draw lots.

Soon, the draw came out. Chen Feng played against a direct descendant of the Yan family named Yan Zimu.

With eight groups of matches, the Connaught University's competition platform is divided into eight pieces, each of which is still big enough to accommodate two players.