473: C473 The Change of Yuwen Bo

C473 The Change of Yuwen Bo

Treasure Pavilion!

Long Feifeng's calligraphy was written in large characters on a golden plaque.

Even those who didn't know calligraphy could tell that the person who wrote these three characters was a master teacher.

This Treasure Pavilion was clearly the highest grade antique shop on this antique street.

Even though Chen Feng was standing outside the door, he could feel the grandeur of the Treasure Pavilion.

He hoped that the Treasure Pavilion would have what he wanted. Chen Feng squinted his eyes and walked towards the Treasure Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

However, just as he reached the door, he was stopped by a large hand.

"Please stop."

A middle-aged man wearing a black tight-fitting suit with a straight body and a cold expression stood at the door like a sharp sword, looking at Chen Feng expressionlessly.

Chen Feng's brows twitched. On this middle-aged man … There was actually a martial artist's aura?

Furthermore... His cultivation level wasn't low.

"Why not?" Chen Feng's eyes narrowed. The middle-aged man in front of him was obviously not a person from the Treasure Pavilion. He seemed more like the personal bodyguard of a large clan.

"Because my Young Miss and Young Master are inside. If they come out, you can go in. " The middle-aged man's tone was calm, but within the calmness, there was an unquestionable domineering tone.

"And if I insist on going in?" Chen Feng said lightly.

The middle-aged man's expression turned cold. "You can try!"

"Heh heh."

Chen Feng chuckled and then acted as if he was going to step forward.

Seeing that Chen Feng actually dared to barge in, the middle-aged warrior's expression immediately turned cold. He coldly snorted and his big hand that was blocking Chen Feng's chest moved to the side and turned into a knife as it slashed towards Chen Feng's chest.

The middle-aged martial artist only used 10% of his strength in this knife strike.

However, although he only had less than a tenth of his strength, if he were to hit an ordinary person, he would at least be able to cause his chest to fracture.

The middle-aged martial artist sneered. If there was no surprise, Chen Feng would vomit blood and be blown away at the least with this chop of his.

Before he could finish his thought, his hand blade had already landed in front of Chen Feng's chest.

However, the scene where Chen Feng was sent flying backwards while spitting out blood did not appear. Instead, it was Chen Feng leisurely walking into the Treasure Pavilion like nothing had happened.

What was going on?

The sneer on the middle-aged martial artist's face completely froze, and an incredulous expression surfaced in his eyes.

He felt that when his knife landed on Chen Feng's body, it was like he was scratching an itch for Chen Feng, not causing any obstruction to Chen Feng.

This …

While the middle-aged martial artist was thinking about what had just happened, Chen Feng had already entered the Treasure Pavilion.

At this moment, there were only a few people inside the Treasure Pavilion. Besides a few shop assistants, there were no other customers.

Obviously, all of this was due to the middle-aged martial artist.

Several shop assistants looked at Chen Feng in surprise. They didn't know how Chen Feng broke through the defense line of a middle-aged warrior.

"Sir, what do you want to buy?"

A shop assistant came up to welcome him.

"I'll just take a casual look."

He still hadn't thought about what he would give to Lin Xiaoxian, so he decided to take a look first before making a decision.

"Alright."

The shop assistant slightly bowed, then withdrew.

As employees of the Treasure Pavilion, it was impossible for them to have the defect of judging a person's appearance by his appearance. Even if Chen Feng's clothes were ordinary, they would not look down on Chen Feng.

"Sis, do the elders of your Sword Sect know how to fly on the sword?"

Just as Chen Feng was concentrating on picking out the presents for Lin Xiaoxian, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

"Nope."

Following this familiar voice was another melodious voice that sounded like an oriole. The owner of this voice was obviously a young woman.

"No?"

"How could it not be? "Isn't this what it's all about in fairy tales? Sword in hand, flying thousands of miles away, picking the head of a person is like searching for an item in a bag …"

"Yuwen Bo, you said it yourself. It is a novel by the Immortal. How can the story of the Immortal be true? Besides, your sister and I cultivate martial arts, not Immortals! A martial artist cannot fly on a sword. " The oriole-like woman interrupted Yuwen Bo helplessly. Then, she was about to remind Yuwen Bo not to read too many fairy novels and do more serious work when she saw Yuwen Bo's gaze fall on a young man.

"Brother Feng!"

Yuwen Bo shouted in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Feng smiled faintly. The one who asked the woman that question just now was Yuwen Bo. He had just met him in the company this morning, but he didn't expect to meet him again at Treasure Pavilion.

"I'll accompany my sister to buy presents." Yuwen Bo said.

"That's right, Brother Feng, this is my sister, Yuwen Qian." As Yuwen Bo excitedly introduced them, Chen Feng slightly nodded his head and shifted his gaze to the young girl beside Yuwen Bo.

The young woman named Yuwen Qian was clad in a sky-blue dress. She was extremely tall and looked to be about 1.72 meters.

Her appearance was similar to Yuwen Bo, giving off the feeling of a next-door neighbor.

At first glance, it gave off a pure and flawless feeling.

However, Chen Feng's attention was not on Yuwen Qian's looks. What attracted Chen Feng's attention was the sword on Yuwen Qian's back. Even through the scabbard, Chen Feng could feel the unparalleled sword intent of the sword.

Obviously, what Yuwen Qian was carrying on her back wasn't a sword.

It was a divine sword that had truly killed people and seen blood!

Yuwen Bo didn't notice the strange expression in Chen Feng's eyes. He continued to introduce himself.

"Sis, this is Brother Feng. I told you about his situation …"

"Brother Feng?" Hearing these two words, Yuwen Qian was stunned for a moment before her expression turned cold. "You're the bastard who injured my younger brother?"

Yuwen Qian looked coldly at Chen Feng. If she remembered correctly, the one who injured Yuwen Bo was a guy called Brother Feng. This guy's full name was Chen Feng, and he was a disciple of Chen Family.

Seeing that Yuwen Qian was going to pick a fight with Chen Feng, Yuwen Bo panicked.1

He quickly explained, "Sis, the matter between Brother Feng and I has passed, we are now friends …"

"It's over?!" Yuwen Qian frowned as she looked at Yuwen Bo with disappointment: "He beat you up to such a state. You only need to say a sentence and you're done for?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly. He didn't expect Yuwen Qian to be so tactful and tactful, but her temper was so explosive that she would be mad at the slightest disagreement.

"Sis, Brother Feng and I did get to know each other before a fight. Besides, I deserved to be beaten. It was my fault first." Towards Chen Feng, he was now truly fearful from the bottom of his heart. Other than Chen Feng's identity as a Chen Family disciple of the Chen Family, he also had Chen Feng's unfathomable strength. The two guns in Chen Feng's hands had turned into iron lumps in less than a second.

"You …" Yuwen Qian's eyes were filled with disappointment. She had never thought that her brother, who was usually fearless, would be so obedient after being beaten. Even when she gave him a platform, he still didn't dare to step out.

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