Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Zhao Dapeng's eyes grew stern and he continued to speak: "Ye Feng, is the sworn brother of this Manor Lord, the direct son of Ye Tian. Back then, Brother Ye cared and protected me, and all the villagers in this villa. Now that he does not know where he is, how can you all do something like bullying and humiliating his descendants?"

Today, this Manor Lord will reiterate that if anyone dares to offend Ye Feng again, it will be offending the person himself. Zhao Tianle, Zhao Huo and the others will be asking for it and deserve death.

The eyes the surrounding people looked at Ye Feng with, instantly became respectful and obedient.

They vaguely remembered that Manor Lord had said something similar back then. It was just that Zhao Dapeng had been busy cultivating in seclusion for the past few years in order to break through to the Innate realm. That was why everyone had thrown his warning out the window.

"Did you hear that clearly?" Zhao Dapeng shouted loudly.

"I, I heard you clearly …"

"Lun'er, did you hear that clearly? From today onwards, Ye Feng is your little brother and Hua Ling is your little sister. Now, you should apologize, and write off all the grudges from before. "

"What?" I still need to apologize? "

Zhao Lun's eyes widened in shock. His father actually said such a thing and asked him to apologize to Ye Feng?

In an instant, the resentment in his heart could no longer be suppressed and burst out in an instant.

"I, Zhao Lun, five Martial Vein, peerlessly talented, am destined to become a disciple of a sect in the future, and gain the prestige of the entire Bali City. This Ye Feng, a trash of Martial Vein, what right do you have to be on equal footing with me and become my brother?"

"Bastard, Ye Feng is your uncle Ye's only flesh and blood. Zhao Dapeng shouted as he raised his eyebrows.

"I, Zhao Lun, am too embarrassed to be his companion."

"Pa …"

Under the dumbfounded gaze of over a hundred clansmen of the surname Zhao, Zhao Dapeng actually slapped Zhao Lun, who had always been cherishing him like a precious treasure.

The slap was powerful and heavy. Immediately, Zhao Lun's face swelled up, and left five clear handprints on his face.

The surrounding people felt as if they had been slapped in the face, and their minds trembled.

"You, you actually dared to hit me for him? "Ever since I was young, you've never hit me …" Zhao Lun roared, rushing out of the crowd.

"Sigh, evil creature …"

"Ye Feng, it's all Uncle Zhao's fault for not being strict with his discipline, which was why this vile child was so fearless." Looking at Ye Feng, Zhao Dapeng laughed bitterly and revealed a trace of helplessness.

"All these years, Uncle Zhao has been busy with his training, and it has been hard for you and your brother to neglect him. I … I let Brother Ye down." His voice was filled with remorse, and his eyes turned red.

"Manor Lord Zhao …" Ye Feng wanted to say something but hesitated.

"You call me Manor Lord Zhao? From today onwards, you will live with Hua Ling in the big courtyard. I heard that you have already awakened the Martial Vein? Only one? "It doesn't matter. Uncle Zhao can teach you martial arts and martial arts. It will definitely make you feel proud. It will not disgrace you, Brother Ye."

"Let's go …" "Come with me."

Zhao Dapeng waved his hand, returning to his previous boldness.

Hua Ling gently pulled on Ye Feng's sleeves.

Honestly speaking, Hua Ling felt an intense sense of insecurity towards this Manor Lord Zhao, who normally would not even be able to see his shadow.

After all, the brothers and sisters were bullied badly by the people from Zhao Family Manor, Zhao Dapeng had always ignored them. Now that he suddenly came out, it looked like he was regretting his decision.

Ye Feng patted Hua Ling's shoulder to reassure her, and then turned and said to Zhao Dapeng: "Zhao … Uncle, Hua Ling and I appreciate your kindness, but we have already gotten used to suffering since we were young, so we might as well stay here. Un, but we do not wish to be disturbed. "

"Then, that's fine too." After pondering for a moment, Zhao Dapeng nodded his head, and then shouted at the spectators. "Did you all hear that? In the future, you are not allowed to disturb Ye Feng and Hua Ling.

"Yes, yes, yes …" I don't dare to do it again. " Zhao Qi and the rest answered submissively.

Zhao Dapeng stared at him: "Then why aren't you dispersing?"

The hundred plus people immediately scattered, especially the leading Zhao Qi who was being stared at by Zhao Dapeng, he really wanted to dig a hole and disappear immediately.

The situation wasn't easy.

Who would have thought that not only would the trash Ye Feng be fine after killing him, he would also be highly regarded by the Manor Lord.

Sigh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have stepped forward like this …

"Feng'er …"

After everyone had left, the smiling Zhao Dapeng changed his address to "Feng'er", and the two became much closer. After observing Ye Feng a few times, Zhao Dapeng revealed a pleased smile: "Come, go all out, and give Uncle Zhao a punch."

He patted his chest.

"This?" Ye Feng was startled at first, but quickly realized that Uncle Zhao wanted to test his strength.

When he first entered Blood Exchange Stage, his explosive power exceeded fifteen hundred kilograms. Especially after he killed Zhao Tianle, the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein in his body expanded yet again, as if his distance to developing a second sword was not too far.

However, this kind of strength was nothing in front of Zhao Dapeng, who was at the peak of the Seventh Stage of the Warrior Realm. Even if he punched Zhao Dapeng with all of his might, it would only tickle him.

"Pa …"

As expected, after punching Zhao Dapeng's chest with all his might, he did not move an inch. On the contrary, Ye Feng himself was pushed back by the immense recoil, and had to take a few steps back to regain his footing.

"Mn, not bad. This power is stronger than ordinary Blood Exchange Stage." Seeing Ye Feng's red face, Zhao Dapeng revealed a pondering look, and laughed: "Feng'er, looks like you had another fortuitous encounter. "Good, that's good then. With this strength, there's a bit of hope."

"What hope?" Suppressing his tumbling dantian, Ye Feng's face revealed a look of astonishment.

"Feng'er, haven't you heard of it? In another month or so, the Flying Cloud Sect of one of the three major sects of the county would be used to recruit five disciples. Once you have reached the Blood Exchange Stage, you can be considered to have the qualifications to participate in the assessment. Zhao Dapeng nodded.

"Join the Flying Cloud Sect? I, really can? " Ye Feng could not help but be secretly delighted.

To any Martial Cultivator, a sect was synonymous with power. Flying Cloud Sect was one of the three first-grade sects in a county. If he was able to successfully become one of them, then the benefits to him in the future could be imagined.

Come to the courtyard tomorrow morning to find Uncle Zhao. I believe that as long as you work diligently and tirelessly, you will be able to obtain a great harvest in a month. Uncle Zhao, go back and prepare first … "Ha, ha, ha."

Zhao Dapeng left while laughing loudly.