Rise Of Evil Sword God Chapter 8 - Back Home

Chapter 8 - Back Home

"I'm going back home..."

Feng Yun's heart suddenly burst into a strong determination, and he could not wait to see Feng Luzong and share his success and joy with his father.

Father should have returned to the Feng Family now!

Feng Yun ran and leaped in the direction of Grey Cloud Town.

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Four days later, Feng Yun finally returned to Grey Cloud Town.

At this time, the atmosphere of the New Year is already very obvious. Every family has a lot of lights, and from time to time, children who wear new clothes are running around the streets and singing cheerful songs.

Feng Yun couldn't help but smile. For him, because the strength a.s.sessment is at the end of the year, this is his most fearful day. Since the age of eight, he has been spending his time with his father in their yard on every New Year's Eve.

This time, he can finally be dignified and appear in front of everyone, let his father be proud of him!

At the door of the Feng Family Mansion, there were eight guards who were standing on the guard post. The only difference is that several lanterns are hung at the door, showing a cheerful festive color.

Feng Yun took a deep breath and strode forward.

"Stand up! h.e.l.lo, Young Master Yun!" When the eight guards saw Feng Yun, they were all startled, but after a shock, their face was floating with a weird expression.

When Feng Yun's eyes swept over, it was a little strange. He was a cripple in the eyes of the Feng Family, but he always stood in the name of the Young Master. Moreover, his father is the family's Elder, and can any one of them not be disrespectful to him?

But The expressions of these eight people are actually revealing the expression of taking pleasure in other people's misfortune!

'What's the matter with them?'

Feng Yun didn't want to bother with them and just said: "did my father came back?"

"Answering to Young Master Yun, the Sixth Elder came back three days ago!" one guard replied, he was looking towards Feng Yun with a bit of doubt when the cripple Young Master had such terrifying pressure, It seems like a peerless sword that has been drawn out from the sheath.

Feng Yun suddenly rejoiced, and He didn't look at these eight people's weird expressions and ran straight to their house.

When Feng Yun pa.s.sed by the training ground of the family, a few youngsters stopped their cultivation and looked at Feng Yun.

Their eyes were filled with disdain.

"Haaa, Feng Gong, what's so good about this trash? Hurry up and cultivate." A youngster with a flat head impatiently said.

"This brat's lucky days are over. A few days later, there will be a family compet.i.tion, according to family rules. If one has not reached the 4th layer of Body Refining before the age of 18, then he has to be removed from the family resources and go out to earn money." Feng Gong said.

"Look, that cripple is Feng Yun, the trash of the family." For a time, whispers filled the entire Martial Art practice field.

Although their voices were soft, as cultivators, their senses were extremely sharp. When Feng Yun heard the taunts, he was angered for a moment, but in the end, he thought about family compet.i.tion and immediately left.

"In the compet.i.tion, I will teach them a good lesson." Feng Yun thought.

However, when Feng Yun took two steps forward, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes became cold, a vicious flash appeared in his eyes.

"Feng Yun, you're such a good for nothing. Why didn't this cripple doesn't commit suicide yet? what's the point of living?" A teenager appeared in front of Feng Yun. He is Feng Bing, son of the second elder. Feng Bing's elder brother is a genius of the family and already is in the 8th-layer of the Body Refining at the age of 21-years-old.

Feng Bing has a mediocre talent, but he has already reached the fourth-layer of Body Refining. He liked to bully the weak youngsters from the family. In the past ten years, he beat Feng Yun many times.

Feng Yun could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and stared angrily at Feng Bing.

"When you say that others are useless, look in the mirror and see what kind of virtue you have." Feng Yun said coldly.

"Feng Yun, you dare speak to me like that!?" After hearing Feng Yun's words, Feng Bing was also stunned for a moment, before he immediately said angrily.

Usually, Feng Yun, the publicly recognized trash, would not dare to treat him like this. But right now, Feng Yun actually dared to scold Feng Bing in front of so many people.

"Why do I not dare?" Feng Yun said fiercely.

"Feng Yun, you are courting death! As trash, what qualifications do you have to scold me?" Feng Bing said coldly.

The numerous youngsters in the training grounds were all whispering to each other, This made Feng Bing even more furious, and now he wanted to make this trash, Feng Yun, to die.

Feng Yun looked at Feng Bing, his eyes cold, the corner of his mouth raised, his face full of disdain.

"I think you are just a fool who likes to bully people with the support of your brother and father. Without them, you are nothing but a clown." Feng Yun said while smirking.

The current Feng Yun had the strength of the 9th-layer of Body Refining. Even if he faced Feng Bing's elder brother, he would be able to defeat him.

Sure enough, after hearing what Feng Yun said, Feng Bing became angry.

"Good, good, good!!! Feng Yun, I want to let others know how this fool defeated you." As soon as Feng Bing finished speaking, he suddenly punched out.

The fourth stage of the Body Refining was instantly unleashed, and a wave of tyrannical power directly gathered onto Feng Bing's Fist from within his body.

Boom!!!