A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 337: Your master is a waste, so are you!

Chapter Three Hundred and Seventh Your Master is a trash, and so are you!

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

Chen Feng faced the crowd and asked slowly: "I don't know, what kind of strength do I need 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, then let me say. If you want to be the elder of Yan’s family, you must be over fifty. And made outstanding contributions to the family."

"It's okay if you are under fifty years old, but you need the strength to reach the fourth floor of the Divine Gate Realm or above."

Chen Feng slowly nodded and said, "My master, Yan Qingyu, you should all know what cultivation level used to be. Later, after being attacked, his strength dropped sharply, and he still has the strength of the fourth floor of the Divine Gate Realm. . With his strength, it 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 spot here, the spot 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.

He faced the crowd and said softly: "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 unable to speak 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 so embarrassed and angry, so now they are accusing Chen Feng.

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

Everyone can see his determination. It can be seen that this young man is fighting blood 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 didn't have the face to sit here. The seat is up. Now that the seat is vacant, 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 went down to the viewing platform.

The elder Yan, who presided over the competition, stood on another large platform and shouted to the crowd: "Sixteen disciples who participated 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 fifteen disciples who participated in the Grand Competition also fell on her.

There was jealousy, disdain, and resentment in his eyes, and one of them, looking at 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 majestic in his clothes. His face was full of arrogant colors, 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 elder of the family, Yanbeihang. 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!"

"Just say it once, can I still be 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 later. I met you during the draw!"

"In this way, I can torture you to death! Don't worry, I will not 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, so fierce, making Swallow look back, and his heart trembled.

But let me chuck out: "What am I afraid of? Am I afraid of this waste?"

He sneered disdainfully and said, "It's useless to see me~ IndoMTL.com~ 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 come to Yan's house. It's definitely a mistake, it's definitely self-inflicted!"

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

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

Chen Feng's face became extremely calm at this time. He took a breath, his face was not happy or worried, he closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk entering concentration, and he couldn't see 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 one by one, and the lottery began.

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

Eight groups play against each other. The Connaught University's competition platform is divided into eight pieces, and each piece is still big enough to hold the two to play against each other.