575: C575 I Can't Teach My Son Well

C575 I Can't Teach My Son Well

The middle-aged man was also curious. Subconsciously, he looked at Second Young Master Yin's hand. It didn't matter to him, as he almost fell to his knees.1

Second Young Master Yin had a bracelet in his hand, but it was extremely black, like a hawk or wolf. This was the symbol of Second Young Master Yin in Beining, and there were few people who didn't know about it.

No one dared to copy it, and those young men who tried to copy it had a miserable end. Almost from that moment onwards, no one dared to use Second Young Master Yin's name anymore.

"You... Are you really Second Young Master Yin?" The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned extremely pale. Both of his legs felt weak. The Yin Family was a family with absolute authority in Beining. It was not a family that commoners like them could afford to offend!

"Haha!"

"Of course. You have nothing to do here. I will forgive you for your ignorance this time. If there is a next time, I think you should know the means of our Yin Family!" Second Young Master Yin shouted coldly.

The middle-aged man quickly thanked him and looked at Chu Feng with a pitying look. Only then did he slowly withdraw with sweat all over his forehead.

At the same time, the other people who didn't know what kind of existence the Yin Family was were also shocked by this scene. They all returned to their seats.

Second Young Master Yin walked up to Chu Feng and sneered. He said with a cold expression, "Brat, if you want to blame someone, blame your ignorance!"

As soon as he finished his words, he slightly flicked his finger. A green and grey light flashed in his hand, and he struck at Chu Feng's chest. It seemed like he wanted Chu Feng to stay in the hospital bed for a few months.

This punch carried the force of breaking through the sky, and its speed was like that of a ghost. In almost an instant, it approached Chu Feng's chest. At this moment, a trace of disdain flashed across Chu Feng's eyes. He shook his head slightly, and his expression was calm.

Just as the fist approached him, Chu Feng's right hand stretched out like a dragon, grabbing Second Young Master Yin's fist tightly. His fingers exerted a slight force, and there was a faint sound of bones cracking.

Second Young Master Yin's expression also became extremely ugly. The intense pain caused his face to become abnormally ferocious. His small face also looked at Chu Feng with endless shock.

Although he didn't use his full strength in this punch, * Hong Long...... *

What was even more bizarre was that he, a dignified cultivator of the Houtian realm, actually didn't see how Chu Feng attacked. It was as if the palm had suddenly appeared in front of him. All of this was too strange, and even he, Second Young Master Yin, couldn't react in time.

In a rush, he hurriedly withdrew his hand. However, it was as if his hands had been clamped by a tiger's pincer. There was no room for him to move his hands. Even though his face had turned red, the pain on his arms made him feel somewhat terrified.

"Lin Er?" When Old Master Yin saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly stood up and tried to separate the two of them.

However, he was helpless with his strength. This was also to let him see it again. When he looked at Chu Feng, he showed more respect and fear.

"Sir, my Yin Family's teachings are lacking. I hope that Sir won't blame me!" Old Master Yin said in fear. Even at this moment, his legs began to faintly tremble.

After saying this, Chu Feng slightly let go of his grip and turned his head to the side, ignoring the two people in front of him!

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