This person is Yan Zigui, the eldest son of the elder Yan, who traveled north by his family, was extremely talented and entered the Ziyang Sword Field at a young age.

He glanced at Chen Feng and sneered, "What kind of powerful apprentices can that waste Yan Qingyu teach?"

Chen Feng stared at him, with flames flashing in his eyes, and said coldly: "You can try saying it again!"

"Say it once and say it once. Could it be that I am still afraid of you?" Yan Zigui's tone increased and said in a cold voice: "Your master is a waste, and you are also destined to be a waste. What I hope most now is to meet you when you draw lots later!"

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

Chen Feng stared at him without saying anything, but his eyes were as cold as a knife, extremely sharp. When Yan Zi looked at him, his heart could not help but tremble.

But then he laughed: "What am I afraid of? Are I afraid of this waste?"

He sneered disdainfully: "It's useless to see that I'm not going to be able to kill items, look at me, I can't kill items. I'll let you know later that it's definitely a mistake for you to come to Yan's house, and it's definitely a humiliation!"

He smiled at the Yan family children beside him and said, "What do you think?"

Other children of the Yan family agreed, and everyone laughed at each other 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 light breath, his face was free from joy and worry, and he closed his eyes slightly, as if an old monk had entered into meditation, and he could not see any emotional ups and downs.

The elder who presided over the competition shouted in a deep voice: "The lottery officially begins!"

Everyone stepped forward one by one and started drawing lots.

Soon, the lottery matchup came out. Chen Feng was a direct descendant of the Yan family named Yan Zimu.
Chapter completed!