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After all, Chen Feng was young, and he didn't show any strong aura.

Yang Yuanzhou came to the center of the yard and smiled to everyone inside: "This is Feng Chen, Young Master Feng, who is powerful and new to us. Please familiarize yourself with it."

A man with a cold expression came out and came to Chen Feng with a smirk at the corner of his mouth: "Little bunny, I don't know how you got in, but here we are the king of fists, speaking of strength, your kid wants to come in. Here, to share the benefits from our hands, I have to go under my fist."

Chen Feng looked at Yang Yuan Yiyi's eyes, Yang Yuanzhou looked at him with a smile, and said with a smile: "Master Feng, this is Hou Jianzhong, a famous master in Baiyang Town, how about you two?"

He also wanted to weigh Chen Feng's strength, after all, he heard what happened to Chen Feng in the restaurant and didn't witness it with his own eyes.

When Chen Feng looked at Yang Yuanzhou, he wanted to ask how things were dealt with here, but Hou Jianzhong thought that Chen Feng was showing weakness and asked Yang Yuanzhou for help.

He became more and more disdainful and sneered: "Little bastard, no one can help you now."

Saying that he slammed a fist at Chen Feng, Chen Feng shook his head slightly, and sighed helplessly.

This Hou Jianzhong was just an acquired master of the nine levels. In his eyes, he looked like an ant, but in the end he took the initiative to provoke him.

He had the heart to stand up, and he didn't use the Purple Moon Knife, but greeted him with a fierce punch.

A huge momentum burst out, two fists intersected, Hou Jianzhong was directly beaten out, his body was still in the air, he had exploded into a cloud of blood, no bones!

Yang Yuanzhou's smile solidified on his face, while the faces of the martial artists who were onlookers showed disbelief. Although Hou Jianzhong is not the strongest among them, he is definitely not weak in his standing. There are very few people in the yard who can kill him like this.

In other words, this young man turned out to be a very tyrannical master of the gods!

Chen Feng glanced at the audience slowly, and said lightly: "Who wants to come up and try?"

No one dared to answer, everyone looked at him in awe and awe.

Yang Yuanzhou hurriedly finished the round and said with a smile: "The young man is really strong, so I admire him."

Chen Feng glanced at him lightly, without speaking.

This time, if it hadn't been for his tacit approval, nothing like this would have happened. In fact, Chen Feng was really unwilling to take action.

Yang Yuanzhou's heart stunned, and he hurriedly laughed and said a few good words, then offered a hundred middle-grade spirit stones to apologize, and then welcomed Chen Feng into a spacious separate pavilion and invited him to live in.

Other people live in a few people, such as Chen Feng, who occupy a pavilion by one person, very few.

Chen Feng discovered that the Yang family is worthy of being a member of the Baiyang Town family, and the guest room that he arranged for him also has a magic weapon that can increase the speed of cultivation, but it is far inferior to the Qian Yuanzong, which is about double the speed.

Chen Feng stayed here for three days.

In three days, some masters arrived one after another.

At noon on the third day, there was a loud noise in the courtyard, and there was an extremely loud noise.

Chen Feng frowned and pushed the door out. There were about a hundred people gathered in the yard. At a glance, the lowest strength is also the 7th and 8th masters of the day after tomorrow, and there are at least 10 masters in the gods.

Chen Feng looked at it and felt a little bitter in his heart. He didn't expect that in a short period of time, the Yang family had gathered so many masters.

He has been cultivating painstakingly these days, and the newcomers have heard people say that there is a strange-tempered and strong young master living in this pavilion, so they didn't bother him.

At this time, the gate of the yard opened and several people walked in. One of them, Chen Feng, recognized Yang Yuanzhou.

Five people walked behind him, one of them, about twenty years old, with a grim complexion, but his strength was only ninefold. The other four were three masters of the first floor of the gods and one master of the second floor of the gods.

But they surrounded the cold-looking youth in the middle, obviously it was him.

They walked in as a group, and the drum noise in the yard gradually stopped.

Yang Yuanzhou walked to the crowd, coughed slightly, and laughed: "Everyone, please be quiet, please be quiet."