The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

It was a young man with a handsome face, with a strong but not overly perfect figure, and long shoulder-length hair, but it didn't make people feel strange, but full of feminine beauty.

After Ye Feng glanced at the young man lightly, he set his eyes on Ye Zhendong.

Compared with the undisguised hostility of young people, Ye Zhendong has much better control over his emotions. The decent etiquette and warm smile have never disappeared from this middle-aged man who is nearly fifty years old. .

If it weren't for the gloomy gaze that flashed past when they first met, Ye Feng would even think that the other party is a kind elder at all.

"Li Daochang, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still the same!" After saying hello to Li Daoru, Ye Zhendong turned to Ye Feng and said, "I have heard that Mr. Ye is a good-looking talent. I saw him today, and he is really extraordinary."

Ye Zhendong stretched out his hand with a smile.

Ye Feng's sense of Ye Zhendong is not good. Whether it's a martial arts competition without saying hello, or raising an unscrupulous dude like Ye Yunhai, it can be seen that Ye Zhendong is not a person worthy of respect.

"Patriarch Ye, please be polite." Ye Feng also shook hands with a smile on his face.

"Li Daochang, Mr. Ye, please sit down."

When Ye Zhendong greeted Ye Feng's master and apprentice, Ye Qingshan took the first seat directly, and there were two vacant chairs on his right hand side, which were obviously reserved for Ye Feng and his disciples.

There are only four seats at the front of the arena. The father and son of the Ye family and Ye Feng's master and apprentice just occupied the four seats with the best view. After Ye Qingshan sat down, the people behind him took their seats one after another. .

"Everyone, it's a great honor to invite you to my Ye family today. This martial arts competition is specially held for my daughter, Ye Yumo. If it is redundant, I don't need to go into details. The rules of this martial arts competition , but I still have to briefly introduce it.”

Ye Zhendong stood up and began the opening remarks of the competition, while Ye Feng sat in the front row and scanned the Ye Family people behind him intentionally or unintentionally, trying to find Ye Yumo.

He also wants to see what his blind date looks like, if he looks ugly...

After searching for a long time, Ye Yumo didn't see Ye Yumo's figure, but the young man with long hair sitting behind him said sinisterly: "Boy, no matter whether your identity as Huaxia No. When I come to power, I will make you pay for humiliating my brother yesterday."

Ye Feng frowned and looked at the young man behind him.

"Ye Feiyun, remember this name. Later, he will make you lose all face in front of the warriors in this world."

As the number one genius of the Ye family, Ye Feiyun has always had his own arrogance. At a young age, he is infinitely close to the realm of a master. This strength, even without the backing of the Ye family, is enough to make him admired by many people. fear.

Ye Feng glanced at Ye Zhendong, smiled lightly and said, "Believe it or not, your father won't even know you if I beat you later."

"The rules of the competition are very simple, two-two duel, everyone present, until the last ten winners are determined, the first one to pass Ye Feiyun's test is my son-in-law of the Ye family."

Next to him, Ye Zhendong was still loudly introducing the rules of the competition: "Of course, those who do not become the final victors can also stay in my Ye family as guests, and my Ye family will provide them with basic necessities, food, housing, transportation, and cultivation resources."

After these words were uttered, the dignified atmosphere of the audience suddenly cleared away, excited eyes could be seen everywhere, and fanatical shouts could be heard everywhere.

Everyone who had no confidence in fighting for the only winner, their worries disappeared in an instant.

If you can't be the son-in-law of the Ye family, you can still be the guest of the Ye family!
Being able to enter the door of the Ye family, even if it is just a guest, is enough for these warriors who have no background or sect to rely on, and their future training will inevitably be smoother.

Everyone's emotions were completely elevated at this moment.

"The last point, although swords have no eyes, I hope that no one will be killed in this martial arts competition. This is the only taboo. Now, the martial arts competition officially begins."

Following Ye Zhendong's last high-pitched voice and the cheers of many people, this competition that attracted the strongest young generation in China kicked off.

Almost as soon as Ye Zhendong sat down, a young man in black jumped up on the ring.

"Mo Lang in the Mo family in the northwest, I would like to ask all the masters for advice."

Standing in the middle of the stage, the tall and burly young man bowed his hands towards where the Ye family was, and then shouted loudly to the audience.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"Oh! It's actually a member of the Mo family, one of the three major martial arts families in the Northwest. The Mo family in the Northwest has always been low-key and rarely born. This time, for the Ye family's martial arts competition, they will come to join in the fun."

From the comments of others, Ye Feng probably knew the identity of the person on stage, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, examined it carefully for a while, showed a somewhat interested expression, and murmured in a low voice: "Could it be that Mo Yunlei The old guy's nephew."

After Mo Lang came to the stage, he looked around the audience. Most of the people in the audience were looking away, not daring to fight.

As one of the three major martial arts families in the Northwest, the Mo family has always been the most mysterious family. It does not show its mountains or reveal itself. Even the names of these three families are given by others.

But when it comes to the strength of the Mo family, no one doubts it, and there is no other reason. The current head of the Mo family, Mo Yunlei, is a strong man in the realm of martial arts masters.

And Mo Lang, as a descendant of the Mo family, can be personally taught by a master and strong man, and his strength will definitely not be bad.

For a while, the noisy atmosphere in the arena was actually a little quiet for a while.

While everyone was avoiding their eyes, a handsome man in white came up slowly.

"Sun Changqiong!"

The visitor simply gave his name without introducing himself, but the spectators in the audience immediately reported his identity.

"Martial Dao genius Sun Changqiong! He stepped into Martial Dao by chance three years ago. He has no background, no school, no background, but relies on his own hard work to leave martial artists of the same age far behind."

The two people who came to the stage first shocked everyone in the audience. Both of them are well-known people in the circle of warriors. As the starters of this battle, they put a lot of pressure on everyone.

"Brother Sun! Please!"

"Please!"

If he wanted to compare himself to Mo Lang, Sun Changqiong would be a lot colder. After blurting out a single word, his whole body's aura surged, and he quickly attacked Mo Lang.

On the other hand, Mo Lang separated his legs quickly, and after standing still, his body suddenly sank, and he stood firmly on the spot, ready to meet Sun Changqiong's seemingly violent blow.