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In the door, a purple light suddenly appeared, extending out like a carpet, extending to Chen Feng and the others.

It was about a few hundred meters long and five meters wide, and then four people stepped onto the purple light.

So, with a brush, the purple light collected, and the next moment, Chen Feng and others had already appeared in the hall.

This hall, completely cast from a special black metal, looks desolate, simple and atmospheric, without any luxury.

After arriving here, Chen Feng looked up and saw that there was no one on the first seat.

On both sides of the main hall, there were dozens of men and women standing, the oldest being no more than 40 years old, and generally around 30 years old. They were full of arrogance, looking at themselves and others with a point in their eyes Examine and disdain.

Feng Hongyun looked at Chen Feng and the others, and laughed: "I'm looking for my old friend to reminisce about the past. You stay here slowly, and I will come back to look for you later."

As he said, his figure flashed. He disappeared directly, leaving only a few of Chen Feng here.

As soon as he left, the dozens of inner court disciples in the main hall had a somewhat restrained look, but at this time they became completely unscrupulous.

They walked up slowly, looking down at Chen Feng and the others arrogantly, no, to be correct, it should be Chen Feng.

They targeted Chen Feng.

A young man in a green robe with an arrogant expression walked up to Chen Feng and looked at him up and down. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, his face full of disdain: "What is it? How come a waste with only a five-star Martial King level comes in? "

Many disciples in the inner courtyard murmured and shook their heads: "It's absurd that the five-star King Wu can enter the inner courtyard!"

The Qingpao youth said with a joking smile in his eyes: "Are you Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng nodded: "Yes, I am!"

"Hahahaha," the Qingpao youth suddenly raised the volume and laughed loudly: "Are you the famous waste Chen Feng in the outer courtyard?"

He looked at Chen Feng with disdain, and laughed loudly: "Are those people in the outer courtyard blind? You let you, a trash untouchable, into the inner courtyard?"

Chen Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said slowly, "I came up by myself!"

"Ha, I hit it by myself?" The Qingpao youth sneered, "What kind of junk are the disciples in the outer courtyard? You can't even beat you?"

He looked at Chen Feng, slurped twice, and his face showed a deep disdain: "You are already wasteful enough. I didn't expect them to be wasteful than you."

Among the many disciples in the inner courtyard behind him, someone laughed and said, "Junior Brother Yun, why did you say that? I just looked at it. Chen Feng is indeed a little weaker, but to say that he is a trash. Right?"

He seemed to be speaking for Chen Fengfeng when he said this, but when he said this, his face was full of playfulness.

Obviously, he cooperated with Junior Brother Yun to humiliate Chen Feng together.

Junior Brother Yun laughed, turning around, with a respectful expression: "Brother Zhuo, you don't know anything about that."

"This Chen Feng, when it comes to strength, it is extremely low-minded, and it is not a bad thing to say it is a waste."

"But, it would be a bit too much to say that he is a waste just because of his strength status. After all, some people are not strong now and can catch up in the future."

"Yes." The disciples in the inner courtyard nodded one after another.

"It's a pity!" Junior Brother Yun laughed and said, "The potential of Chen Feng is almost zero. The senior brothers, brothers, sisters, and sisters, do you know that Chen Feng's martial soul is a waste martial soul!"

"What? Abandoned Martial Spirit?" The many disciples in the inner courtyard really didn't know about this. When they heard it, they were shocked.

In the next moment, this shock turned into a deep disdain and ridicule.

They all looked at Chen Feng with contempt!

"It turned out to be a waste martial arts soul, that is really over. If the cultivation base is low now, there is still a possibility of catching up in the future, but the martial arts soul is a waste martial arts soul, which means that the potential is zero, and there is no hope in a lifetime. ."

Some people are full of dissatisfaction: "This kind of waste can even enter the inner courtyard, which is simply an insult to our inner courtyard!"

"Yes!" The people in the inner courtyard looked at Chen Feng with hostility and contempt.

At this time, Junior Brother Yun laughed and said: "Those people in the outer courtyard are blind, let him enter the inner courtyard, but we are not blind, let's teach him a lesson at that time."

"Helping this junior fellow to practice and improve his cultivation base, maybe his cultivation base can increase a lot! Do you think it is? Hahahaha."

After hearing this, the disciples in the inner courtyard were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into a burst of huge laughter.

"Yes," someone rubbed his hands and said with a look of anticipation: "Since I entered the inner courtyard, I haven't had much discussion with others!"

"This time it happens to be a good time to learn from this junior, I have increased, and his cultivation base has also increased."

They said it was a discussion, but in fact it was nothing more than an opportunity to teach Chen Feng, and it was a very vicious lesson.

Laughing, insulting, provoking, like a tide flooding crazily.

And Chen Feng, standing in the crowd like this, bowed his head and said nothing, just like an old monk entering concentration.

However, his trembling hands betrayed his mood at this time.

In Chen Feng's heart, the anger had already burned to the extreme.

He didn't expect that he hadn't stepped into the inner courtyard yet, and this was what greeted him.

In his eyes, anger slowly!

Brother Na Zhuo, with a long sword on his back, dressed in white, looked quite handsome.

The gaze that the girl disciple looked at him was also full of admiration.

He walked in front of Chen Feng with a haughty look, suddenly took off the long sword behind his back, attached it to the scabbard, and clicked it like Chen Feng.

Chen Feng did not evade, because he could see that there was no murder in this sword.

There is no murder, but there are thick contempt and humiliation.

The sheathed long sword was clicked on Chen Feng's chest, and then clicked three times.

Senior Brother Zhuo stared at Chen Feng and said coldly: "Chen Feng, I look at the look in your eyes just now, it seems that I am very dissatisfied!"

"I heard that you are very restless when the trash is in the outer courtyard and can cause trouble."

"I warn you, after you come to the inner courtyard, it's not your world. It's completely different from the outer courtyard. Perhaps your strength can make waves in the outer courtyard, but in the inner courtyard, whoever comes out can Crush you to death like an ant!"