Taoyuan Mountain Village: Beginning as a Grandpa

When Chen Yifan's name spread throughout the entire mountain gate, it seemed that even the air stopped flowing, and everyone's eyes widened, making it difficult to speak.

Nowadays, the word Chen Yifan represents an absolute taboo in the martial arts world. It seems that whoever is related to this name will be unlucky.

Many disciples of the Iron Fist Sect will never forget how this ruthless man walked all the way, the strong men who fell in front of him, and the destroyed sects all talked about how this ruthless man walked forward. brutality.

"What... what to do, that lunatic is here, is our sect going to be slaughtered too?" I don't know who it was, and suddenly yelled tremblingly, and in an instant, the audience was in an uproar.

"It's over, it's over, we are being targeted by that demon king, and no one can escape."

"Why did this ruthless person come to us? By the way, it must be because of that idiot Bai Xiongli, who is self-righteous on weekdays, and will provoke this ruthless person after he goes out."

"I want to live a few more years!"

Most of the disciples just condensed their internal strength, their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling non-stop.

The gatekeeper disciples who were originally full of arrogance and wanted to prevent Chen Yifan from entering were now pale, their mouths were a little blue, and they looked at Chen Yifan in a state of bewilderment, and their breathing became a little chaotic.

After four or five breaths, they seemed to have recovered from their astonishment. With a strange cry, they turned around and ran towards the mountain gate. Several people shouted strangely all the way, as if they had gone crazy.

They had all heard about how Chen Yifan slaughtered the entire Black Witch Sect, and there were even rumors that Chen Yifan liked to kill their disciples who were guarding the sect the most, to give the big shots in the sect a blow.

At this time, in the meeting room of Iron Fist Gate, the atmosphere became somewhat depressing and delicate.

Just now, Bu Congfeng seemed to be full of confidence, as if he had already asserted that Chen Yifan would never appear in front of them, and he was so cruel to Chen Yifan that he never took it to heart.

Unexpectedly, just after the words were spoken, the protagonist they were talking about had already arrived outside the mountain gate.

This kind of feeling like being slapped in the face gave way from the wind to He Bingchi, and a surge of anger condensed in his chest, ready to erupt at any time.

"What should we do now?" an elder asked cautiously.

"Hmph, mere child, wait for me to kill him!"

Bu Congfeng let out a cold snort, and immediately stood up from the main seat, a pair of black iron gloves were attracted by his vigor and covered his hands.

The whistling vigor made the whole hall tremble slightly.

"Sect Master, absolutely not, the reason for this person's visit is unclear, we don't want to start such unnecessary conflicts." Some elders were taken aback, and hurried forward to dissuade them.

"Sect Master, why don't you let the deputy sect master think of a way, maybe there is still room for maneuver in this matter." Dang even an elder suggested.

Lei Jue, the deputy head of the sect, was already frowning at this moment. Even if he was Zhi Duoxing of the Iron Fist Sect, he couldn't have calculated that Chen Yifan would come so suddenly.

Recalling the first time I saw Chen Yifan, the scene where he fought against that zombie, I couldn't help feeling my scalp tingle.

He only knew that Chen Yifan was very powerful, but he couldn't be sure what level Chen Yifan had reached.

As long as Chen Yifan hasn't stepped into the real spiritual realm, he can still think of ways, but Chen Yifan, is he really just a master?

Seeing that Lei Jue hadn't heard from him for a long time, Bu Congfeng scolded with a gloomy expression.

"What are you guys afraid of? This guy named Chen Yifan, is he just killing people more ruthlessly than others? Could it be that all these years, you've been used to living a life of peace of mind and forgotten the taste of blood back then?"

"Our Iron Fist Sect is not a martial art school of other brands. With grandmasters like us here, we can't allow him to be presumptuous."

After hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked at Lei Jue.

Lei Jue's gaze was uncertain, and finally he gritted his teeth.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. Since this guy has already come, why don't we hide? Let's go out now and take a good look at this Chen Yifan. If he really wants to die, let me iron fist." In the battle formation, send him a ride."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Without further words, many elders walked towards the gate together.

A mighty group of them, fully armed and fully alert, walked to the door and stopped a hundred meters in front of Chen Yifan.

"Huh? Are you Chen Yifan?"

After stopping, Bu Congfeng asked strangely.

To be honest, this was the first time he had seen a young and handsome man. There was no flaw in the streamlined figure. Everything was so perfect that one couldn't help feeling jealous.

The rest of the disciples are also a little confused at the moment. Such a young man with thin skin and tender flesh doesn't look like a ruthless person from the slaughtering sect who kills the strong like a dog.

"Oh? Who are you?"

Chen Yifan frowned slightly, with some playfulness mixed in, and looked at the group of people who were fully on guard in front of him.

"I am the master of the Iron Fist Gate, follow the wind."

Bu Congfeng clasped his hands at Chen Yifan according to the rules of the world.

After all, Chen Yifan was known by everyone as the pinnacle of martial arts in China, the number one martial arts master, and he still had to give him this face.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yifan didn't seem to hear him, he didn't say a word to him, his eyes bypassed the bodies of the people, and looked into the distance.

Almost, Bu Congfeng felt that he was about to go mad with anger. Since he became a martial arts master, has he ever been so ignored by others?

Even after answering the other party's question, there was no response at all.

"Chen Yifan, why are you here at my Iron Fist Gate?"

Bu Congfeng finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and asked, although he tried his best to tolerate it, everyone could hear the anger in his tone.

"Oh, I'll come to your Iron Fist Gate and collect some interest."

Chen Yifan looked away from a small attic in the distance, and replied casually.

"Hmph, this is just a joke, what do you think we are here, a bank?" Bu Congfeng scolded loudly.

"This is Iron Fist Gate, not a place for you to ask for interest!"

"Oh? Are you sure?" Chen Yifan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

"Why, is it because I didn't say it clearly enough? Let me say it again, here is the Iron Fist Gate!"

Bu Congfeng looked extremely domineering, and he punched the ground, causing a tremor, causing cracks like spider silk to spread out on the rocky ground.

If this punch hit the flesh, it might turn people into meat paste.

It was a provocation and a demonstration, but in Chen Yifan's eyes, it was like a kid playing house.