A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 1887: I will make you regret it!

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The first thousand eight hundred and eighty-seventh chapter I will make you regret it!

Yun Tianming laughed wildly: "Chen Fengfeng, your waste martial soul is also worthy of being called a martial soul? It's just a useless little snake. How about feeding my lion then?"

Speaking, a light flashed behind him, and the head of a lion looming, it was his flame giant lion spirit!

Chen Feng didn't hear the ridicule of these people. He just looked at one person, Yun Potian.

He wanted to see if Yun Potian wanted to destroy the last trace of his warmth.

At this time, Yun Potian slowly shook his head, looked at Chen Feng, with a deep look of disgust in his eyes, and said lightly: "What a waste!"

One sentence, five words, let Chen Feng's heart fall in an ice cellar!

Chen Feng's lips twitched a few times, and then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

He whispered to himself in his heart: "Chen Feng, Chen Feng, you are really naive, what hope do you have for him?"

"It's all right now, hope is dashed, isn't it?"

The next moment Chen Feng shook his head and smiled, his smile filled with unruly joy.

At this time, his mood was extremely relaxed, he completely looked away and became open-minded.

Then the smile on his face disappeared without a trace, and turned into an extreme cold. He looked at the people in the hall and said word by word: "You who mock me today, when the time comes, I will let you Kneel in front of me, begging in pain!"

The answer to him was a wild ridicule.

Yun Tianyi laughed and said: "Okay, you little bastard, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for this day!"

"Hurry up, I can't wait!"

Yun Potian waved his hand and said lightly: "It's all gone."

The crowd saluted respectfully and dispersed.

Yun Potian walked to Chen Feng and said in a commanding tone: "Let's go."

Speaking, go ahead now.

Soon, the two returned to Chen Feng's courtyard one after another.

Yun Potian suddenly turned around to look at Chen Feng, and said faintly: "You know, I went to Wudong Academy this afternoon and gave me a full five thousand catties of purple gold with cloud patterns."

"This is the price of bringing you back. I don't think you can be worth so much."

While speaking, turn around and leave.

Behind him, Chen Feng clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and traces of blood spilled out of his mouth.

His fingertips pierced his fist, and the blood tickled down.

However, Chen Feng seemed to be totally unaware. After a long time, a tragic smile appeared on his face: "It turns out that I can't even compare to five thousand catties of purple gold in your heart!"

Chen Feng suddenly looked at Yun Potian and said in a deep voice, "General Yun."

Yun Potian turned his head and looked at Chen Feng with a scrutinizing gaze, which made Chen Feng even more cool.

He is looking at a criminal.

Chen Feng said lightly: "I never thought about calling you father, you, General Yun, I can't afford it!"

Yun Potian looked at him, his expression did not fluctuate, he just shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice:

"It's really stubborn, look at your eyes, look at your way of talking, it's exactly the same as that **** back then!"

The words **** were spit out, and Chen Feng's heart was painful like a needle prick. He immediately realized who the **** was in Yun Potian's mouth.

He roared like an enraged lion, and even his eyes became blood red, and he roared: "You, do you dare to humiliate my mother?"

Yun Potian seemed to be taken aback by his manner, and then he curled his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile: "What happened to me insulting your mother? You are all mine!"

Speaking, he turned his head, seeming to be impatient to talk to Chen Feng anymore, and turned away.

A roar came from behind him: "Yun Potian, I will make you regret the two words today!"

Chen Feng looked at him with a sorrowful smile on his face, as if his heart was dripping blood.

"What father is this? Where is such a father?"

He is more cruel and harsh to himself than to anyone.

A voice in Chen Feng's heart was roaring crazily. At this time, he was not only disappointed with Yun Potian, nor indifferent, but turned into a trace of hatred!

From beginning to end, Chen Feng never said the word father at all, and he didn't plan to mention it again in the future.

Chen Feng's heart is cold, and there is no more enthusiasm, he is already heartbroken!

At this time, Chen Feng has countless questions in his mind:

"Who is the mother?"

"Why does Yun Potian feel so indifferent to me and even hate me?"

"Where did my mother go? Why am I named Chen Feng? Why am I called Chen Feng? How did I go to Qian Yuanzong?"

Wait, countless countless!

In Chen Feng's heart, already struggling from the joy of father and son recognizing each other, a sneer of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The sneer was toward myself: "Chen Feng, you are really naive, so what else is there to say? Just assume that there is no such father!"

"What you have to do now is very simple, that is, improve your strength and find new techniques!"

Chen Feng's goal gradually became clear, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He clenched his fists, and his mental state was adjusted to his best.

At least it seems that there is no problem. It seems that Yun Potian has not caused him any concern, but in fact, will it be the case?

Who knows besides him?

Some pain can only be buried in the bottom of my heart, so that everyone will not know!

For the next ten days, Chen Feng stayed here every day. He stayed at home for the past ten days, and people would deliver food every day.

It seems to have been advised by Yun Potian. Although the food is still extremely simple, but somehow I still saw some meat, and I can probably get enough.

Chen Feng practiced every day, but for ten days, he did not make any progress.

He found that here, the power of the black yellow in the void is stronger, but it is also more viscous.

Every time Chen Feng runs the nine-yin and nine-yang divine art practice ~ IndoMTL.com~, it is as if he is facing a sun, not the current sun, but a scorching hot sun that is close to his eyes.

Each time, Chen Feng was in pain.

Even if Chen Feng forcibly endured the pain and converged, the effect was extremely poor!

Chen Feng was in a very depressed mood, but fortunately, he was accompanied by handwritten Buddhist scriptures left by his mother.

At this time, Chen Feng went to read his mother's hand-copied Buddhist scriptures, and under the blue lamp ancient Buddha, chanting the Buddhist scriptures softly, his mood immediately calmed down and he was no longer impetuous.

In these ten days, Chen Feng's mood has been tempered!

It was early in the morning when Chen Feng opened the gate of the courtyard and walked out slowly.

At this time, the big sun is rising, and there is a cliff next to the small courtyard.

Above the cliff, Chen Feng faced the big day, constantly vomiting, breathing the cold and refreshing air, calm and indifferent.