He knew that his cultivation had been abolished.

At this time, a gray-robed figure rushed towards this side, almost reaching the extreme, like a gray lightning bolt.

Soon, he came to Yang Ba, bent down, lowered his head, and looked at Yang Ba's injuries with anxiety on his face.

Chen Feng saw that this was an old man in his fifties, who was not tall, had a good appearance, and was thin and thin.

This man was wearing a wide gray robe, his head was grayish-white, his eyebrows and beard were grayish-white, and even his skin and eyes were grayish-white, looking like a marble stone sculpture.

The whole person looks lifeless!

And the most important thing is that when Chen Feng saw him, he felt that he looked very similar to Yang Ba, and the two were like carved from the same mold.

Obviously, this person is the uncle Yang Ba mentioned.

At this time, Yang Ba fell to the ground, his breath was weak and he was dying.

He looked at the old man in gray robe and shouted with a resentful look on his face: "Uncle, you must make the decision for me!"

"I wasted my cultivation by this waste and I will never be able to practice again. The three most geniuses in my generation in our Yang family were all destroyed by this little bastard..."

Looking at Yang Ba's situation, then look at Yang Chun and Yang Hu who were as miserable as they were beside him. The old man in gray robe had anger and his face turned gloomy.

He first stuffed some pills into Yang Ba, Yang Hu and Yang Chun's mouths to stop their injuries, and then applied some external medicines outside their wounds, and then said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, you three will be fine, and your three will not be destroyed. As your uncle, I will never watch you become like this, and I will all relax!"

Then he turned around, looked at Chen Feng, and said in a cold voice: "Little bastard, you are so brave. Before you enter Ziyang Sword Field, you dare to come to another courtyard to cause trouble! And you have also injured several people, which is simply bold!"

"A person like you, entering Ziyang Sword Field, will only be a disaster!"

Chen Feng looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? You don't even know who I am, but you dare to come to the Yang family courtyard to make trouble? It's ridiculous!"

The old man in gray robe looked at Chen Feng and shouted disdainfully, "Little bastard, listen well, I am one of the nine main peaks of Ziyang Sword Field, Yang Jingzhuo, the elder of the Outer Sect of Qingzhu Peak!"

After he finished speaking, the people around him suddenly whispered.

"Ah, it turns out that this old man in gray robe like a stone man is Yang Jingzhuo, the backer behind the Yang family courtyard!"

"He is not just the backer behind the Yang family's villa. He is the backer behind the entire Yang family, okay?"

"Since he entered Ziyang Sword Field thirty years ago, the Yang family has almost every few years a group of disciples have been able to enter Ziyang Sword Field."

"Although most of these disciples will be persuaded to withdraw within a few years due to their limited talent and return to their homes, in the past few years in Ziyang Sword Field, they can learn many powerful martial arts and skills, and after returning to the city where their family is located, they are far superior to their peers."

"So, since he entered Ziyang Sword Field thirty years ago, the Yang family has jumped from an unknown small family in the city to the current big clan of Xueyan City, and can almost crush the city lord's mansion!"

"That's right, you see, this time, the major families of other sects can only recruit three or five people, and there are only more than ten people. There are actually dozens of people in the Yang family! They are all this Yang surnamed making trouble behind the scenes!"

"It turns out that there is such a dirty and unfair way in Ziyang Sword Field, which makes people angry!"

Yang Jingzhuo looked at Chen Fengfeng and said in a cold voice: "My Ziyang Sword Field not only focuses on talent, but also on the mind. People like you who have a mind like you entered Ziyang Sword Field and learned powerful martial arts. I am afraid they will do more evil!"

"Today, I am here to clean up the portal for the sect!"

He looked at Chen Feng, his face was covered in ferociousness, and said in a cold voice: "Little bastard, you must die today!"

Chen Feng felt that what he said was ridiculous. Yang Jingzhuo was really shameless. He was obviously unfair in his actions, but he was still shouting to catch the thief here. It was so despicable!

Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "Whoever accuses me of being bad-hearted? But he doesn't look at what the Yang family you are asking for!"

"They are all arrogant, narrow-minded, and bully others with power! If I have a bad mind, they are afraid they will be extremely vicious!"

"That's right!" Chen Feng chuckled, looked at Yang Jingzhuo, and said, "Without their character with an uncle like you?"

"You are a person who will be vengeful and narrow-minded, bullying the weak, and you will randomly put a charge when you come up with an intention to kill me. It seems that your Yang family has such a virtue, and they are just learning from you!"

After hearing Chen Feng say this, Yang Jingzhuo's face became extremely gloomy. Looking at Chen Feng, his face full of murderous aura!

Chen Feng's words hit his sore spot and made him even more angry!

He said coldly: "Little bastard, I think you still have some talent. It would be a pity to die like this. As long as you swear to poison now, swear allegiance to our Yang family, and be slaves in my Yang family for generations, I can spare your life."
Chapter completed!