The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

It's July, and Beihai City, which is near the sea, seems to be steamed by a huge stove. The scorching sun makes countless people in the streets and alleys sweat profusely.

However, in the park of Linjiang Pavilion, it is like an extremely cold area isolated from the world.

This kind of scene was very strange. Although the head was under the scorching sun, but the body couldn't feel any warmth. Under Ye Feng's murderous intent, everyone present could only feel the endless coldness.

"A man who can stand at the top of the Western world is indeed not easy. If there is more help from Mr. Ye on the battlefield in Africa, all problems will be solved easily."

Although he was convinced that he lost the bet with Xu Yao, there was a hint of excitement on Bei Xian's face.

"It's a pity that I'm not sure whether Mr. Ye will agree to help in the African battlefield." Xu Yao sighed.

"Let me try to persuade you with good words. I think Mr. Ye, as a Chinese person, will definitely not refuse such a thing." Bei Xian squinted his eyes halfway, stared at the room for a while, and suddenly turned his head and asked: "Old Xu, what do you want?" With a camera or something?"

"what?"

"I want to use a video camera to record the battle scene and go back and watch it frame by frame. They moved so fast that I almost couldn't see where they were..."

Ye Feng and Long Yuetian's moves were so fast that ordinary people could only see afterimages.

As a rare master, even a master who entered the Tao, the battle between the two did not have any gorgeous moves, and all the attacks were just the pursuit of the simplest and most effective lethality.

Under the huge destruction of the two, the green plants, floors, and infrastructure outside the Linjiang Pavilion were completely destroyed, and the scars were everywhere, which looked shocking.

"You... are strong!"

When the two separated for the second time, a large mouthful of blood spewed out from Long Yuetian's mouth, and his voice began to be intermittent.

Obviously, he has reached the point where his fuel is exhausted.

On the other hand, Ye Feng still looked leisurely. The fight that was too fast to be seen was to him like a warm-up exercise.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Long Yuetian was just silent. Ever since he found out that Ye Feng was a Taoist master, he didn't want to fight anymore. However, there were so many onlookers, and the burden of China's No. 1 made him unable to let go of his dignity.

However, during this short battle, he finally recognized a reality.

Now he is not Ye Feng's opponent.

"After so many years of painstaking practice, it's not easy to finally reach the master level. I don't want to kill them all. As long as you do things for me, I can spare your life."

Ye Feng smiled and opened his mouth, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

"You...are you really willing to give up? I'm your enemy." Long Yuetian frowned, somewhat disbelieving Ye Feng's words.

This martial arts contest is a contest of life and death, even if Ye Feng kills him, no one can say anything. Of course, with Ye Feng's strength, even if someone wants to stop him, it will be futile.

"As long as you have the confidence to kill me, I can accompany you at any time." Ye Feng didn't care.

Long Yuetian didn't hesitate for long, admitting defeat decently is easier to accept than death.

"Wait for my call tomorrow, don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

After leaving a word from a distance, Ye Feng strode towards the crowd.

The crowd who hadn't recovered their senses turned their eyes back and forth on Ye Feng and Long Yuetian. In the distance, Long Yuetian bowed and bowed his head, still unchanged. In front of his eyes, the teasing at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth was clearly visible.

Just like when they came, the crowd once again split into a wide passage for Ye Feng to walk, but this time, Long Yuetian's reminder was no longer needed.

Pairs of astonished and inexplicable eyes stared at Ye Feng's figure. No one dared to look directly into Ye Feng's eyes. Although Ye Feng no longer released his killing intent, the residual power was still frightening.

This contest was obviously over, but the shock it brought to everyone could not subside for a long time.

Before the end of the martial arts contest, who would have thought that Long Yuetian would be defeated. The existence known as the No. 1 martial arts in China was regarded by countless people as an invincible existence. In a battle of less than 10 minutes, Lost to an unknown young man.

From then on, the title of Huaxia No. 1 will only belong to this young man named Ye Feng.

After Ye Feng walked out of the area of ​​Linjiang Pavilion, everyone in the venue breathed a sigh of relief. The long-lost sunshine seemed to descend on their heads again at this moment, making people feel warm.

"Mr. Ye, you have won!"

Back beside the pink Rolls Nurse, Lin Xiaoxiao, who was watching the end of the battle from a distance, was already full of excitement.

"Of course, I don't even look at who I am. I'm just such a small bastard. If there are ten more, I'll... hiss!"

Ye Feng, who was about to raise his hand and touch his head to make a batch, involved the muscles in his arm, and suddenly let out a cry of pain.

"Well, I beat someone too hard just now, and my muscles hurt a little." Ye Feng explained awkwardly.

After all, it is Huaxia No.1. After the fierce battle, Ye Feng's arm muscles were inevitably strained to a certain extent due to repeated collisions.

Of course, compared to Long Yuetian's blood-spitting injuries, Ye Feng was much better.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye stay!"

Just as Ye Feng and the two were about to leave, a fat man ran over quickly in the distance.

"What's the matter?" Ye Feng was a little displeased to see the fat man who mocked him as a 'beggar' just now.

Ever since he set foot in the Western Dark World, no one has dared to mock him like this.

"Mr. Ye, it's my fault. I didn't know Mount Tai with my eyes, and I ran into you. I deserve to die."

The fat man explained incoherently. It was obvious that he was nervous and scared.

Facing a person like Ye Feng who dumped him by ten blocks, the fat man just wanted to ask for forgiveness.

After bowing to Ye Feng more than a dozen times in a row, the fat man suddenly noticed Lin Xiaoxiao beside Ye Feng, his expression brightened, and he rushed towards Lin Xiaoxiao.

"boom!"

Ye Feng kicked the fat man over, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Lin, it's me! Ge Wansheng, Wansheng Pharmaceutical Company, please help me to beg for mercy, beg Mr. Ye to treat me as a fart and let me go!" The fat man covered his stomach with a painful expression, but he still kept crying .

"You are Mr. Ge?" Lin Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, a little in disbelief.

In the past, as the boss of Wansheng Pharmaceutical, Ge Wanjun was always greeted by thousands of people wherever he went, so how could he beg for mercy like he is today.

"So, Mr. Lin, haven't you been looking for investment projects recently? I happen to have a big pharmaceutical list in my hand. If you don't mind, I will give you this list for free."