In this way, the secret guards quickly dispatched, following Chen Feng's clues to Yanmen, and all the way to Zhenyuan City. And that Liu Tianyi was also knocked on the door by the secret guards.

Finally, the secret guard who obtained in-depth information went to Chen Feng's home, Black Rock City.

After various intelligence surveys, Chen Feng's identity was finally determined. So, after the secret guard reported the information, Yan Chongyang ordered Black Rock City on the small town subsidy.

Therefore, without Chen Feng's knowledge, Black Rock City suddenly became the most top-notch level among small towns. With the aid of the Yan Dynasty, Black Rock City's strength also continued to rise.

The smile on the face of Chen Feng's father, Chen Yan, was filling up little by little. It seemed that a manly aura called success was slowly emerging on him.

Chen Feng, who was far away in Yanmen, was waiting for the start of the Yanyuan Party.

Sun Xiaoke, who was wearing a small floral skirt, and Zhu Yan, who was wearing a purple armor. They were in the small courtyard that Chen Feng had finally conquered, gesticulating moves.

The old qi-training man hired from Chen Feng's cheap father also gave Sun Xiaoke the skills he passed down.

That mysterious woman indeed had good vision. Even with such inferior skills, she managed to reach the first level of Qi training after practicing for a day.

"I'm going to the Yanyuan Club. You can have fun as you like, as long as you don't leave too far from here." Chen Feng said.

At this time, Chen Feng also got rid of the beggar outfit he wore a few days ago. Instead, he put on a green shirt, like a frail scholar. But the fiery red phoenix embroidered on the clothes gave him a hint of domineering out of thin air.

And in that small courtyard, a secret guard dressed as a civilian entrusted a hot-lacquered envelope into Chen Feng's hands. From this moment on, Chen Feng had the ticket to the Yanyuan Party.

At this time, the system announced the completion of Chen Feng's mission.

"Ding - Congratulations to the host for completing the mission and receiving 50 spirit stones and 50 yuan of strength."

The mission rewards are still so shabby. But Chen Feng has more or less figured out some patterns from these missions. From hatching Zhu Yan at the beginning, to now making good friends with the current saint.

Among them, they all seem to be constantly getting stronger for themselves.

But what people don't understand is how to strengthen their strength by establishing a good relationship with a mortal emperor. In other words, just for the iron-lacquered envelope in his hand.

If there is a way to increase one's cultivation level in the Yanyuan Club, then I really have to go there seriously. Maybe, the system will also give me some tasks for myself to complete.

After walking out of this small courtyard, he followed the address on the envelope and headed non-stop to Yanyuan, where the Yanyuan Fair was held.

Yanyuan is a grand view garden with excellent Feng Shui in the center of Yanmen. There are flowers all year round, and there are countless servants and maids who clean and care for the flowers.

The stone pillars inside and the patterns carved on the walls are clearly made by masters. The unique rhythm inside makes the stone pillars much taller.

What's more, there is an ordinary white wall inside. Whether it is the white snow in the spring or the words of the Lower Riba people on the wall, they all reveal the aura of a practitioner.

To put it bluntly, this Yanyuanhui was established by the emperor of the Yan Dynasty, Yan Chongyang, in order to make friends with talents from all over the world. The minimum cultivation level for those who can enter it is to form pills. Moreover, each of them is good at art.

There is quite a bit of architectural skill on it.

Therefore, when Chen Feng walked in enthusiastically, he saw a group of monks whose sleeves were still stained with blood. They had dark circles under their eyes from who knew who had punched them. They pointed in front of them with gauze-wrapped fingers and questioned his poem.

The monks who were not good at writing just cursed fiercely.

There is also a Nascent Soul Stage monk who is drawing on the ground with an ink pen.

Chen Feng looked at his white and clean clothes and realized that he was a real alien here.

After the guard responsible for the reception arrived too late, Chen Feng was introduced to a quite normal-looking open-air tea table.

The people who had already sat down at the tea table looked at Chen Feng curiously, because they had never seen him before, so they were curious.

Following the guard's instructions, Chen Feng sat at the end of the tea table, said hello to the monks who looked to be in their prime, and stopped talking.

Chen Feng was holding the tea cup in his hand. He was waiting for the real owner of this tea party to come over. After all, it was his first time to attend here, so he didn't know the details.

Therefore, it is convenient to wait until the person in charge announces the specific rules.

If you just sing a song, write a poem or something, that's okay. But if there's any competition, it's hard to say. After all, the people at the table are all above me in terms of strength.

Not to mention the first few seats that haven't been occupied yet. Chen Feng speculated that the Nascent Soul stage would be coming by then, and he didn't know what interesting things would happen.

When the tea in his hand was almost half drunk, Wang Gang entered here with the two Nascent Soul Stages who had just met not long ago.

The person in charge here is Yan Chunfeng, the second child of the current emperor, the second prince known as the Poetry Prince.

After Yan Chunfeng entered the tea party, everyone at the tea party gradually gathered. And Chen Feng was naturally squeezed into a corner.

After Yan Chunfeng circled around, he spoke:

"Everyone can come to this tea party and give me this face. I am here to express my gratitude. And the rules are the same as before. Whoever can say a verse that beats the four can copy the unknown technique in my hand."

These few words immediately made the crowd excited, and Wang Gang also had a faint smile on his face. One of his purposes in entering Yanmen this time was to see this unknown technique.

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It is said that every monk who has seen this technique will actively form a semi-remnant technique in his mind. As the cultivation level deepens, the technique will gradually solidify.

In the world of cultivation, Kung Fu is also divided into two types. One is the ordinary level. Those who can practice to the half-step Nascent Soul stage are all called ordinary level.

Those who can continue to practice and even become immortals after old age and death can be called immortals.

As for the unknown martial art book in the hands of the second prince, Yan Chunfeng, some people suspected that it was an immortal product of excellent quality. Therefore, the Yanyuan Vegetable Fair was held once a year.

Wang Gang was naturally attracted. After all, no one would dislike the large number of high-quality exercises he had.

Chen Feng, who was squeezed into the corner, accepted a small task assigned by the system.

"Ding - Congratulations to the host for getting the mission and defeating all the heroes."

"Please use the poems of the ancestors in the host's mind to completely shock this world!"
Chapter completed!