The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

The battle between Ye Feng and Mo Lang went back and forth, and it looked very exciting.

At least, that's how it looked to many people at the scene.

However, in the eyes of a small number of people who witnessed the battle of Linjiangting, this battle was very strange.

Perhaps Mo Lang's performance is normal, and there is even a tendency to perform supernormally, but compared with it, although Ye Feng has fought back and forth with him, it is unavoidable to be too surprising.

You must know that in the battle with Long Yuetian that day, the destructive power of the two of them turned the entire Linjiang Pavilion into ruins.

In the Ye family's seat, Li Daoru looked at Ye Feng on the stage, and he couldn't help showing a little doubt.

As Ye Feng's master, he still knows Ye Feng's strength quite well. Not to mention that Ye Feng, who has returned after years of experience and has greatly increased his strength, even before going abroad, Ye Feng can casually beat Mo Langcai right.

On the field, Ye Feng, who was fighting fiercely with Mo Lang, didn't know what the people outside the field were thinking. He just stared at Mo Lang's attacking route seriously.

When the opponent attacked again, Ye Feng greeted Mo Lang uncharacteristically, which surprised Mo Lang who was used to Ye Feng being on the defensive. The attack method he had planned for a long time was revealed at this moment Opening a hole, he put his left rib into Ye Feng's attack.

At the next moment, Ye Feng accurately grasped the opening Mo Lang exposed, and kicked Mo Lang directly on the left rib with a ferocious whip kick.

The most vulnerable part of the human body received such a heavy blow, Mo Lang immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight on the ground, the pain was unbearable, but he still did not forget to say bitterly: "I lost! "

So far, Ye Feng's first battle is finally over.

"You are very good. You don't only focus on physical fitness. Compared with Mo Laolei in terms of skills, you are much more outstanding. In time, you will definitely be better than Mo Laolei."

When Mo Lang was being carried down, Ye Feng's sudden compliment surprised Mo Lang instantly.

Outsiders know that the head of his Mo family, that is, his father, is named Mo Yunlei, but Ye Feng called his father "Mo Laolei". Those who are close will never know.

"Mr. Ye, you and my father..."

Enduring the pain in his body, Mo Lang asked.

"Go back and recuperate well! Say hello to Mo Laolei for me, and see him another day." Ye Feng just shook his head, but did not answer.

"Next, who's coming?"

After defeating Mo Lang who was the first challenger, Ye Feng had no intention of resting.

The next moment, Sun Changqiong, who had been waiting outside, walked up silently.

Just like when Mo Lang went to the sky, Sun Changqiong also carried out simple activities, while Ye Feng still just stood there quietly, waiting patiently for the other party's activities to finish.

Then, another seemingly evenly matched fierce battle began.

"Heh! I thought this guy is really a piece of shit Huaxia No. 1! With this level, he was disabled every minute. I don't know if it's Long Yuetian who is also good at it, or he bought such a title with money. "

After Ye Feiyun looked at it for a while, he suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

"Yun'er, don't be rude."

Considering that Li Daoru was still sitting beside him, Ye Qingshan scolded softly, and frowned when he turned to the stage again.

He knew Long Yuetian and knew how strong Long Yuetian was.

Even though there is no guarantee that Long Yuetian is really the No. 1 in Huaxia Martial Arts, there is definitely a place for Long Yuetian in the first few rounds.

According to common sense, the person who can defeat Long Yuetian cannot be far behind. Facing such a few young juniors, it should be a crushing situation, but in the end they played such an evenly matched match. situation.

At this moment, Ye Qingshan also began to doubt whether Ye Feng, the No. 1 name in Chinese Martial Arts, did something to get it.

"Li Daochang, did Xiaoyou Ye suffer any injuries recently? If that's the case, Daoist Li can tell you, and you don't have to let Xiaoyou Ye stand on stage."

After watching for a while, Ye Qingshan couldn't help asking Li Daoru.

He couldn't believe that Ye Feng's strength was limited to this, whether he could defeat Long Yuetian or judging from Ye Feng's deeds abroad.

"not at all!"

Li Daochang shook his head and didn't say much.

He was sure that Ye Feng was hiding his strength at this time, but he didn't understand why.

If someone pays attention in the arena, it is not difficult to find that Ye Feng's second battle is surprisingly similar to the end of the first battle.

After fighting for 10 minutes in the first game, Ye Feng won by Mo Lang's flaws. After 10 minutes in the second game, when Sun Changqiong was weak, Ye Feng suddenly launched a fierce offensive. Victory was achieved.

"Ye Feng, if you still want to be like the first two, waiting to catch the flaw, I can tell you responsibly, don't count on it."

In the third round, the challenger may have thought that he understood Ye Feng's tactics. After coming to the stage, he did not chase and beat Ye Feng like Mo Lang and the other two, but spent time with Ye Feng at a leisurely pace. After occasionally making a tentative attack, he quickly backed away, and he couldn't be more careful.

Seeing this, Ye Feng was not in a hurry, and after a while, he would take the initiative to launch a tentative attack, maintaining this relatively boring battle.

This situation lasted until the 10th minute. When the opponent made another tentative attack, Ye Feng suddenly revealed a huge flaw. Facing the opponent's attack, he kept dodging in a bit of a state of embarrassment. At the same time, his body quickly Fall back.

The appearance of this scene made the attacker look happy, and instead of retreating quickly, he exerted force under his feet, speeding up his attack in vain, trying to take advantage of Ye Feng's mistake to take him down in one fell swoop.

The battlefield moved from the center of the arena all the way to the edge.

Seeing that Ye Feng was about to be punched in the chest, the attacker suddenly saw a blur in front of him, and the next second, Ye Feng squatted on the ground, making his attack lose the target in an instant. With the perfect posture of a dog chewing mud, he was carried outside the ring.

"Pfft! Come again!"

He roared angrily, and when he wanted to stand up and attack again, Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand and said, "Stop!"

"What? Are you scared?" The challenger who had just eaten a mouthful of dirt sneered.

"You have already left the ring, you lost." Ye Feng smiled.