The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

"Mr. Ye, it will be hard work for you next."

Ye Zhendong smiled and raised his hand, pointing to the ring.

Ye Feng suddenly closed his eyes, turning a deaf ear to it, and between his lips opened and closed, two clear words stood out: "Childish!"

He doesn't like being played like a fool by others, and he won't cooperate with Ye Zhendong's behavior that he thinks he is playing with people.

Ye Feng, who was originally thought to be on stage by everyone, just closed his eyes calmly, ignoring Ye Zhendong's words, and did not respond. The atmosphere in the venue began to become awkward.

After a long silence, Ye Zhendong's eyes were gradually filled with haze.

He didn't expect that Ye Feng would be indifferent under the circumstances of all the attention.

It was really indifferent, Ye Feng didn't even bother to talk to him.

"Mr. Ye, what are you..." Ye Zhendong asked with an embarrassed smile.

Ye Feng half-closed his eyes, and replied indifferently: "I don't seem to have said that I want to participate in your martial arts competition."

"Then what is the purpose of Mr. Ye's trip?" The long stalemate made Ye Zhendong frowned.

"I'm here for a blind date."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, with strange expressions.

Blind date?

"Ye Feng, are you afraid that you will be dismantled after taking the stage, and you will lose your reputation as No.1 in Huaxia?"

Ye Feiyun, who likes to die, sneered.

And this sentence just catered to the hearts of many people who had doubts about Ye Feng in the venue, and immediately made everyone discuss.

Among these people, there are some who have watched the battle of Linjiang Pavilion, but most of them are people who have only heard of Ye Feng's reputation. It is difficult for these people to accept the fact that Ye Feng is at the peak of Chinese martial arts at such a young age .

Suspicious like this, the ten people in the ring respectfully said: "Mr. Ye, please enlighten me."

"Do you all want to challenge me?"

Ye Feng raised his head and looked one by one, and everyone who was in contact with his eyes nodded in agreement.

"You can't wait for me to come on stage too?" Ye Feng suddenly turned around and asked Ye Feiyun, making his expression pause, but quickly sneered, and replied: "Of course, I would like to see you kneel down begging for mercy after being beaten in the sky look."

"Ha ha!"

Ye Feng finally didn't speak any more. After a chuckle, he walked onto the stage.

"Hey! Ye Feng! Ye Feng!"

"Mo Lang, defeat him, and you will be China's No. 1."

"Sun Changqiong, if you win Ye Feng, you will be able to marry the jewel in the palm of the Ye family. Come on."

"Come on, let's see if he is the real China No.1."

……

In the audience, enthusiastic shouts suddenly broke out.

Standing still in front of the ten people, Ye Feng glanced at everyone with a calm expression, and asked, "Who will come first?"

"I go first!"

At that moment, a person stood up with a loud welcome, and Ye Feng looked after him, but it was Mo Lang from the Mo family in the northwest who stood up first.

Although the others also wanted to be the first to challenge Ye Feng and make a good show of themselves, but seeing that Mo Lang had already stood up, they had no choice but to retreat, leaving the two of them with a wide enough fighting arena.

On the ring, it became a battlefield for two people again. After Mo Lang came to the stage, he began to move his hands and feet non-stop, hoping to adjust his state to the peak. On the other hand, Ye Feng stood there quietly, not at all. No sign of preparations.

It wasn't until Mo Lang's activities were almost finished that Ye Feng beckoned and said softly, "Come on!"

The Mo family's method of martial arts has always been based on physical fitness, and all the strength of the body is also exerted by the body. Among all the aristocratic families, the Mo family has almost exercised their bodies to the extreme. Everyone in the family's body The quality and various indicators are almost several times higher than those of top athletes.

Among them, the Patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Yunlei, even trained his body to the hardness comparable to that of iron.

And this kind of physical quality also created Mo Lang's very direct attack method. After Ye Feng beckoned, he punched Ye Feng's face at the fastest speed.

Judging from the whistling wind of this punch, if he was beaten for real, Ye Feng's head would probably explode immediately.

Facing the punch, Ye Feng, who was standing in the same place, seemed to be stupefied by fright, and did not move until Mo Lang's fist was close at hand. By a hair's breadth, he narrowly escaped Mo Lang's fist.

Seeing this, Mo Lang's confidence suddenly increased greatly. After punching nothing, he took advantage of the forward momentum of his body, raised his left leg, and hit Ye Feng's abdomen with a knee bump.

This time, Ye Feng's reaction seemed to be much faster. Of course, such a short period of time did not allow him to hesitate. When Mo Lang's knee was about to kick Ye Feng's abdomen, his two arms had already blocked the attack. Ferocious attack.

However, the failure of two consecutive attacks did not make Mo Lang give up. Instead, when his knee was blocked, he immediately clenched his hands tightly and smashed towards Ye Feng's back with the momentum of a heavy hammer.

Seeing that Ye Feng, who had no third defense, was about to be smashed to the ground by this heavy hammer, Ye Feng turned his body slightly to the left in a posture that violated inertia, barely avoiding the blow. At the same time as a heavy hammer was struck, the body immediately withdrew back.

At this point, the first round of the two ended, and off the court, everyone who hadn't recovered from their senses had long been stunned.

All these attacks were long, but it was over in just a few seconds. It was not until the two separated from each other that the sounds of exclamation and emotion gradually spread.

"Hey! This attack is too coherent! Three consecutive attacks, and it's over in less than two seconds."

"As expected of the Mo Family in the Northwest, if someone else had replaced this set of attacks, I'm afraid they would have been laid down long ago."

"This Ye Feng can do it too! Such a fierce attack was unscathed."

"It's normal for him to be able to escape these attacks. After all, he is China's No. 1. If he doesn't even have this level, it will be a shame."

……

Countless people highly praised Mo Lang's smooth and ferocious attack style, and some expressed admiration for Ye Feng's reaction, but there were also some people in the field who had watched the battle of Linjiangting.

What they remember most about Ye Feng is the extremely terrifying murderous aura. If Ye Feng released that murderous aura in the battle just now, Mo Lang would definitely be greatly affected.

However, in the battle just now, they never felt Ye Feng's murderous aura.

"Maybe the attack was too fast, and it didn't come in time!"

These people thought to themselves and decided to wait and see.