Taoyuan Mountain Village: Beginning as a Grandpa

Bu Congfeng's face was gloomy and cold, he looked at Chen Yifan viciously, with the tendency to fight if he disagreed with him.

But Lei Jue, who knew Chen Yifan's strength well, could not allow him to act recklessly, so he quickly stopped his continued provocation, and clasped his fists at Chen Yifan.

"Mr. Chen, we in the Iron Fist Sect hide from the world, and that one named Bai Xiongli went out privately, which has nothing to do with us."

"However, after all, he came from my Iron Fist Sect. If Mr. Chen wants compensation, my Iron Fist Sect is willing to provide it."

In a word, it is justified and well-founded, which gives both sides a step up and a reason why they can't fight.

After hearing this, many elders couldn't help but secretly nodded, praising this wise man for his resourcefulness.

"Why, are you the one talking about Iron Fist Sect?" Chen Yifan asked lightly, raising his brows slightly.

Lei Jue was at a loss for words for a while, and the elders were even more silent. This question came to the fore, and even the face of the sect master, Bu Congfeng, became a little unnatural.

Taking a deep breath, Lei Jue hinted to Bu Congfeng not to be impulsive, and then continued.

"Mr. Chen was joking. Naturally, our Iron Fist Sect only has one sect master, but he is only in charge of foreign negotiations. As long as Mr. Chen's request is not excessive, our Iron Fist Sect will definitely try our best to meet it."

"Since you are so sincere, it's easy to handle. That attic should be the treasure house of your Iron Fist Sect. Now let me go in and choose whatever I want. If I'm happy with the choice, then this matter will be over." Chen Yifan He smiled playfully.

"Bastard!" Bu Congfeng couldn't bear it anymore and roared.

Even Lei Jue, the military adviser, had a gloomy expression on his face.

Many elders clenched their fists and seemed to be on the verge of eruption.

For Iron Fist Gate, the Treasure Pavilion is a place that must not be tampered with. Even if they are elders, if they want to enter the Treasure Pavilion, they have to go through strict control, let alone let an outsider in, just choose at will .

Seeing Chen Yifan's indifferent expression, they clearly didn't pay attention to the Iron Fist Gate, as if they took them as a joke.

"What, are you planning to go back on your word?" Chen Yifan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lei Jue's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

"Mr. Chen seems to have gone too far by doing this."

"Fart, what are you going back on? You are clearly teasing us on purpose!"

"You kid, we told you so much because we gave you face. Don't give face to shame."

"Because you are young and ignorant, you left quickly today. Let's just pretend that everything never happened, otherwise, we will bear the consequences."

All the elders were shouting excitedly, as if they wanted to swallow Chen Yifan alive.

But Chen Yifan stood there calmly, neither advancing nor retreating, not even the slightest change in expression.

Maybe it was because they were tired of shouting, or maybe it was because they found that shouting was meaningless, they finally calmed down.

"Mr. Chen, the sincerity of our Iron Fist Sect has already been shown, but your request is really too much. If you continue to stay here, even if I say more good things, I am afraid they will not be willing." Lei Jue It seems that it seems a little regretful.

"So, sir, please go down the mountain."

Lei Jue did have a natural talent for acting. At this moment, he looked as if he was really distressed, and there was a bit of regret mixed in, as if Chen Yifan felt very puzzled and sad by this behavior.

It seems that anyone who reads it will start to reflect on whether he really did something wrong.

"It doesn't matter." Even Chen Yifan shook his head slightly.

When the elders heard this, they couldn't help sneering, thinking that Chen Yifan was nothing more than that.

Indeed, he may be very powerful, but standing opposite him is the Iron Fist Sect of the Martial Arts Sect. As early as the late Qing Dynasty, the Iron Fist Sect was dominant here. They have seen a lot of demon kings and ruthless people.

"Well, I wanted to see your performance. At least you don't need to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so that those who are reasonable can leave safely, but now it seems that you elders don't seem to know what reason is."

Chen Yifan sighed slightly, his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Since this is the case, let's teach you a good lesson and let you understand how stupid it is to want to take advantage of me, Chen Yifan."

As soon as the words fell, streaks of blood-colored vigor flew out of him, flying towards the surroundings like a torrential rain.

Before everyone had time to react, they heard ear-piercing explosions from around them, followed by a burst of smoke and dust.

Only waiting for the smoke and dust to dissipate, they realized that the entire gate of the Iron Fist Gate had been completely shattered, leaving only a mess everywhere.

"Chen Yifan! You're courting death!" Bu Congfeng's breath rose instantly.

The rest of the people were also furious. They had established the Iron Fist Gate here for two or three hundred years. They didn't expect that today, even the signboard was smashed, as if they were trampled under their feet.

But the eyes of many elders were focused on Chen Yifan's palm, where a black stone the size of a fist was floating, which looked crystal clear, like a black crystal, emitting a faint black cold light.

While thinking about it, Chen Yifan put this thing in the blood prison.

Black iron spar, the ore for making weapons, just a little mixed with steel, can cut iron like mud, and even diamonds can be easily cut.

He had been staring at the direction of the Treasure Pavilion just now, and felt the existence of this spar.

"Chen Yifan, put the things down for me!"

Bu Congfeng didn't talk nonsense anymore, his figure suddenly jumped into the air, falling from the sky like a human-shaped cannonball, swinging his iron fist, hitting Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan didn't even look at him, but just waved his right hand lightly.

The blood energy collided with the iron fist, causing the ground to tremble and a roar erupted.

After the duel, there seemed to be some imperceptible cracks on the iron fist, and Bu Congfeng's figure retreated a hundred meters before stopping.

"Oh?" Chen Yifan frowned slightly, looking at Bu Congfeng with great interest.

Although his strength was just released casually, it was enough to kill an ordinary grandmaster, but he never expected that this step, from the looks of the wind, did not cause any damage at all.

Just from this collision, he can be sure that the person in front of him is only a few points worse than Ge Yun from Xingyimen.

With the iron fist in his hand to help, when it comes to close combat, maybe even Ge Yun would have a headache when facing the person in front of him.

"Chen Yifan, put down the black iron spar for me, otherwise, you will die without a place to die today!"

Bu Congfeng's expression was ferocious to the limit.