Although the Feng family has always had a unique clan leader selection competition, over the years, the Feng family’s clan leader has never fallen into the hands of outsiders. When he was a child, Feng Yang simply thought that it was because the Feng family members were all extremely powerful.

Stronger than others.【】

But five years ago, when he impulsively participated in the clan leader's successor selection, he finally understood why the Feng family's clan leader had always been taken over by someone from his own clan. But he seemed to understand it too late, which ultimately led to a big, irreversible mistake.

Part of the reason why Feng Yang will participate in the patriarchal succession contest is because he was shocked and stimulated by Feng Ting's sudden change, which made him realize the importance of strength and status, so he simply wanted to take this opportunity to stand out and impress everyone.

Look, but now I realize that I was really too naive at the time.

"Feng has joined Feiyun Sect, then..." Feng Yang seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly put the giant sword into the space jade, and then asked Feng Ting to wait outside, and put on an ordinary white suit.

Changsha, then walked out.

Looking at Feng Muyi who had changed his clothes, Feng Ting showed a look of confusion on her face, thinking that this Feng Muyi was really weird, why should he change his clothes? Could it be that the personalities of big shots are different from ordinary people?

With a slight smile, Feng Ting led the way.

"I am no longer the silly boy I used to be, but you are still the snobbish girl." Walking behind Feng Ting, looking at the slim and graceful back, Feng Yang drew a sinister arc at the corner of his mouth.

Walk through several corridors and enter a garden.

"You brat, if you dare to steal today's dinner, do you know who it's for? You're simply looking for death."

"I'm really hungry. I've been working all day and haven't eaten anything yet. Please do me a favor and don't eat too."

"If you dare to talk back, I'm looking for a beating."

A few voices came through, and Feng Yang followed them, and saw several young men in servant clothes punching and kicking a fifteen or nineteen-year-old boy. The little boy tried hard to resist, but could only sink like mud.

On the ground, he subconsciously held his head with his hands and let out bursts of miserable screams.

"Please stop fighting, I don't dare to fight anymore." The little boy begged for mercy in a hoarse voice.

One of the young men who beat him the hardest shouted fiercely: "You little bitch, I won't beat you to death today." As he said that, he kicked the little boy on the head so hard that the little boy's head hit the ground hard.

I suddenly felt dizzy and my head was bleeding.

The ferocious young man showed no mercy at all. He still smiled ferociously and kicked the little boy hard. He kicked the little boy in the stomach, causing his face to turn red. He couldn't even scream, and his voice was stuck in his throat.

There was a whimper.

In an instant, time seemed to turn back five years, returning to the scene when I was still in the Feng family. In a small family with clear and strict status and identity, it seemed that there were always so many people who bullied others and treated vulnerable groups like dogs.

At that time, Feng Yang was also beaten and kicked like this. He had no father and was pointed at his head and scolded as a little bitch.

A burst of anger surged within his body instantly, and Feng Yang's figure swayed, appearing next to the ferocious young man like a ghost.

The young man raised his foot and kicked the little boy, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and his body suddenly lost balance.

Seeing that the ferocious young man lost his balance, Feng Yang kicked out his right leg again like lightning, directly sending the young man's body flying up. Then he suddenly raised his right leg, and his right leg was almost in line with his left leg.

, and hit the young man's waist hard as he was thrown to Feng Yang's shoulder level.

The young man's body, which had not yet risen to the highest point, was attacked again by a powerful force. The rising body strangely fell to the ground with a loud bang, and his body actually hit the ground with several cracks.

, the entire body's bones were shattered instantly, killing him immediately.

Feng Yang didn't stop, he bent his body and swept his right leg. The legs of the two young men were swept away, and their bodies were shaken and lost balance. They flew in the air. Feng Yang moved his legs at an extremely fast speed, and the two young people's bodies had just begun to fall.

The trend has already reached two legs.

The bodies of the two young men flying in the air were suddenly thrown backward at the same time, and they hit the rockery five feet away. With a 'bang' sound, the rockery exploded after being hit.

The remaining young man finally realized that a person suddenly appeared next to him. When his three companions were all killed, he fell into shock again.

With a gentle wave of his right arm, Feng Yang easily grabbed the young man's throat and lifted him up easily.

"Sir, please forgive me." The remaining young man's neck was strangled, his legs were off the ground, his face was red from holding back, and he begged for mercy in a hoarse voice.

"Lord Mu Yi, please show mercy." At this time, Feng Ting had just recovered from her shock. She didn't expect that this weird guy in front of her was not only a talisman technician, but also had such amazing combat power. Although these people

He was a young man who didn't have much strength, but he was still strong, but he was shot to death by Feng Yang like a doll, and he was not aware of his speed.

Feng Ting came back to her senses and hurriedly walked to Feng Yang and said: "Master Mu Yi, he is just a servant, why should he be so angry?" Although Feng Yang blatantly killed three servants of the Feng family, but

Feng Ting did not dare to say a word.

"Servants are human beings too." Feng Yang, who was holding a young man in his arms, turned to Feng Ting, his eyes bursting with murderous intent like a wild beast.

Feng Ting was startled. Facing Feng Yang's cold eyes, Feng Ting's heart felt as if it was instantly frozen, and she couldn't help but feel waves of coldness in her body.

But she frowned, feeling that this sentence was so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere, and it impressed her deeply, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"This is an orphan adopted by our Feng family." Feng Ting seemed to want to reveal to Feng Yang that this orphan would have starved to death on the streets if it weren't for the Feng family.

"He is also a servant, so can I treat him like a dog?" Feng Yang glanced at the young man who was lifted up by him, and looked at Feng Ting sideways. As he said this, he pressed his fingers hard and crushed them easily with two fingers.

Two streaks of blood splattered from the young man's throat.

The decisiveness of the attack and the ruthlessness of the methods frightened Feng Ting, as if Feng Yang had invited an evil star back.

Feng Yang walked up and helped the little boy up. The little boy had a bruised head and a bloody face, and Feng Yang asked, "What's your name?"

"Chen Bin." The little boy said timidly, not daring to speak loudly. Although he was gasping in pain, he was too strong to cry. Perhaps a dependent orphan like him has long been accustomed to a life of being bullied.

, the tears have long since dried up, only by being strong can we survive.

Feng Yang turned back to Feng Ting and said, "He will be my apprentice from now on."

Chen Bin didn't seem to expect that he could be accepted as a disciple by a big man who was respected as a guest by the head of the Feng family. He was stunned and speechless, but the other person was also smarter. When he came to his senses, he immediately knelt on the ground and gave him

Feng Yang kowtowed: "Thank you so much, Master."

"Find someone to treat him." Feng Yang said to Feng Ting indifferently.

Although Feng Ting felt uncomfortable with Feng Yang's arrogant and indifferent attitude, in order to leave a good image in Feng Yang's heart, she immediately took a look at the dirty Chen Bin, suppressed her nausea, and used healing martial arts to help Chen Bin heal his injuries.

But Feng Ting was very confused. A person who could kill four people in an instant without even blinking must have a decisive and decisive character. How could such a person be so kind to a child?

She couldn't figure it out, and Feng Ting could only explain it by saying that big shots always have weird personalities.

When Feng Yang took Chen Bin to the Feng family hall, Feng had already arrived at the hall in advance.

As expected by Feng Yang, a young man standing next to Feng with a arrogant and condescending expression, with the symbol of Feiyun Sect on his chest, was clearly a mentor of Feiyun Sect. Feng Yang's soul power quietly detected

In the past, I found that this instructor's strength level was not weak, and he actually reached the ninth rank Martial Emperor.

When Feng Tianhe saw Feng Yang, he immediately introduced him with a smile: "This is Quan Zifeng. I will rely on Mr. Mu Yi to give me guidance in the future. This master is Cang Tianhe, Quan Zi's mentor at Feiyun Gate. This time he comes down the mountain.

If I have a mission, I will come back with Quanzi."

"Your Excellency, you are so powerful that you actually let so many people wait for you alone." Cang Tianhe, the instructor of Feiyun Sect, crossed his arms over his chest and glanced condescendingly at Feng Yang, but there was no clue.

"Feiyun Sect, sooner or later I will come to settle the score with you." Feng Yang will never forget the scene more than a year ago when many senior officials of Feiyun Sect gave him to the Snake King, and he will never forget that girl who risked her life to stand in front of him.

The scene of being stabbed by the elder deacon with a sword.

Although there was nothing strange on Cang Tianhe's face, he was already exuding the aura of a ninth-grade Martial Emperor. The aura was as vigorous as a tide and stirred up in the hall. Although the aura was locked on Feng Yang, the people around him were also attracted by it.

My chest felt tight due to depression, and my face turned blue and white.

However, Feng Yang stood calmly in the hall. Facing Cangtian Crane's violent and frightening momentum, there was no difference at all. Feng Yang's momentum was as ethereal as the wind and clouds. Facing Cangtian Crane's momentum, Feng Yang

Just like a storm rolling around a towering ancient pine, this ancient pine remains tall despite the storm.

Feng Yang used his soul power to control the aura of his third-grade Martial Emperor, exuding only the aura of a martial artist. Under the aura of Cangtian Crane, this weak aura was like a small boat on the sea, swaying with the wind and waves.

Cang Tianhe felt that Feng Yang's weak aura was at the level of a martial artist at most, but he was able to withstand the pressure of his own aura. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him might have other ways to resist the pressure of the aura, so he withdrew his aura and lifted the pressure in the room.

The embarrassment of everyone except Feng Yang.

"What is this little bastard doing here? Get out of here." The great elder Feng Qing came to Chen Bin behind Feng Yang and shouted loudly.

When the voice fell, two guards rushed in, intending to drive Chen Bin out.

"This is my apprentice."

Feng Yang turned around and stared at Feng Qing coldly.

The Great Elder Feng Qing suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly said with a smile: "It turns out that I am your disciple. I have offended you so much just now. Please forgive me."

"If you accept a disciple at a young age, you must have extraordinary strength." Cang Tianhe said this, but his heart was sneering. Even a mere martial artist dares to accept a disciple, and he is not afraid of making mistakes.

He turned his head towards Feng and said with a smile: "Feng, why don't you go up and ask for advice on a few tricks so that you can learn a few tricks."

"Okay." Feng nodded calmly, and immediately turned to Feng Yang and said, "Please enlighten me."

Feng Tianhe, Feng Qing and others quite agree with Cang Tianhe's proposal. First, Feng can join the progress of Feiyun Sect, and later, they can observe the strength of Feng Muyi. They have always only known that he can engrave Xuan Xuan.

He is a talisman technician with advanced martial arts skills, but he still has no idea what his strength is.

"Then let's play with Master Feng." Feng Yang said.

Feng is known as the proud son of heaven in the Feng family. He has been cultivated with a sense of arrogance since he was a child. Although his face has always been very calm, the arrogance in his heart is no different from that of an ordinary family prince. Being looked down upon by Feng Yang made him angry.

, no longer talking nonsense, he flew forward and whipped Feng Yang hard on the side of his head.

The wind element's wind kick was so fast that it actually left an afterimage in the sky.

Feng Yang stood motionless on the spot. When the shadow of his leg touched the side of his head a foot away, he suddenly took action and accurately grabbed the right leg that Feng whipped towards him.

Feng's right leg was grabbed by Feng Yang, and his body suddenly flew into the air. However, Feng's fighting ability has been trained well after more than a year of hard training in Feiyun Sect, and his strength level has reached the realm of ninth-grade Martial Lord. Lingkong's body remains unchanged.

He kicked Feng Yang's chest hard with his left leg.
To be continued...