The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

"what!"

The severe pain awakened Ye Feiyun instantly, and the screams that did not resemble a human voice echoed in the Ye Family Manor.

Three seconds later, Ye Feiyun passed out again.

"Yun'er!" Ye Zhendong's hoarse roar followed suit: "Ye Feng! I want you to pay the price!"

Hundreds of bodyguards rushed onto the ring one after another.

Their faces were indifferent, and their aura was like a rainbow. When they stood there, they blocked all the sights of outsiders.

"Whoever can take down this thug will receive a reward of one million, regardless of life or death!"

From the dense crowd, Ye Feng heard Ye Zhendong's crazy voice.

Then, there was a chaotic battle.

"This is miserable. There are so many people, and they are all warriors. Even if they are martial arts masters, they probably won't be able to get out today."

"Although Ye Feng's behavior makes people feel very relieved, but it is too impulsive. This is on the Ye family's territory and ruined the hope of the Ye family's martial arts revival. How could the Ye family make him feel better."

"Hey! It seems that Huaxia No.1 still has to be replaced."

……

There was an endless stream of discussions in the audience, and everyone expressed their views on this accident.

It is true that Ye Feng's sudden outburst shocked a group of people's jaws, but the strength displayed by the Ye family at this time is also enough to shock people.

Hundreds of bodyguards are all from the background of warriors. This hard power alone can shake off most families in China, not to mention that the Ye family has a terrifying influence in the political and business circles.

All this made them worry about Ye Feng's fate.

"Where's the doctor? Hurry up and call Dean Hao from Jiangzhou First Hospital."

While Ye Zhendong was busy getting someone to call the best doctor in Jiangzhou, ready to treat Ye Feiyun at any time, he did not forget to vent his anger on Li Daoru.

"Li Daochang, my Ye family is also one of the four major families in China. Isn't it too embarrassing for your disciple to act like this? Ye Feng ruined the hope of my Ye family's martial arts revival. How do you explain this to my Ye?" Home?"

Ye Feiyun, who was infinitely close to a martial arts master at a young age, was the hope for the revival of martial arts to the Ye family, but now, Ye Feng had ruined their hope.

Even if you take Ye Feng down later and make him pay the price, the loss of the Ye family will not come back.

"Your Ye family is just the last of the four major families. It's hard to say whether you can even maintain the status of the four major families. Want to explain? Hehe, your Ye family is not worthy."

The other party's provocations and troubles one after another finally made Li Daoru, who has always been peaceful, lose his good temper.

"You!" Ye Zhendong became angry when he heard this.

"Good! Good! Good! If that's the case, then you two, master and apprentice, don't have to leave today."

After saying three "good" words in a row, Ye Zhendong was obviously on the verge of becoming despondent, and Ye Feiyun's dismissal made him completely out of control.

However, Ye Qingshan, who had been restless by the side, yelled after hearing this: "Presumptuous! Since Ye Feng did this, what does it have to do with Daoist Li? Zhendong, why don't you apologize to Daoist Li?"

Li Daoru's identity has always been mysterious, so mysterious that even with his high position, it is difficult to get in touch with, but the only thing he can be sure of is that his Ye family can't afford to provoke such an existence.

While speaking, Ye Qingshan kept winking at his son Ye Zhendong, hoping that the other party would understand his concerns.

"Humph!"

Ye Zhendong shook his hand unwillingly, and did not pursue Li Daoru's responsibility, but he did not apologize either.

"Alas!" Seeing this, Ye Qingshan sighed, and apologized: "Li Daochang, I'm really sorry, Feiyun is also the grandson of my Ye family, although he is disrespectful to Ye Feng, but Ye Feng's actions, It’s too harsh to start, and I hope Li Daochang will not interfere in this matter, and give my Ye family justice.”

"I don't need to intervene yet."

Li Daoru's plain words made Ye Qingshan startled, and turned his head to look solemnly at the ring.

It seems that Li Daoru is not worried about Ye Feng's situation.

"what!"

Since the first scream in the arena, this extremely painful cry has not stopped. The interval between each call is almost only about two seconds.

Outside the arena, people who couldn't see the specific situation inside, at the beginning, after every scream, they would show a trace of sigh or smile, but gradually, people felt that something was wrong.

If it was just Ye Feng being beaten unilaterally, the screams inside should have stopped long ago. No one who has been besieged by a group of strong men for so long can still make such high-pitched screams.

And after carefully distinguishing them, they can actually find that each scream seems to be different, and it doesn't seem to be from the same person at all.

"What's going on inside? Are those people fighting among themselves? Or...they were all laid down by Ye Feng?"

Someone suddenly asked such a question, which made the discussion crowd quiet for a while. After a long time, someone said with uncertainty: "How is that possible? There are more than 100 warriors. The beating was unconscious..."

As he spoke, the man's voice stopped.

Not only were the people inside not unconscious, but judging from the successive screams, they seemed to be screaming more 'happily', and they didn't look like they were being beaten.

That being the case, everyone can only think of a possibility that is not acceptable to everyone.

"Could it be that...these more than 100 fighters can't beat Ye Feng alone?"

Many people have such doubts in their hearts, but no one dares to stand up and say these words.

To them, it was simply too unbelievable.

Not to mention that Ye Feng had fought ten consecutive battles before, which required a lot of physical strength. These more than 100 fighters were not something human could compete with. Normal people's physical strength, even warriors, could not persist for so long, let alone Don't mention the question of whether so many people go up together, whether they can fight or not.

There is some truth in the saying that two fists are hard to beat with four hands.

The screams on the ring continued, and the frequency did not decrease at all. Gradually, everyone found that they could vaguely see the situation inside from the black-clothed bodyguards on the outermost periphery.

It was a fast-moving figure, surrounded by men in black, tossing and turning quickly, and every time he made a move, one of them would fall down in response.

One punch, one kick, every time he attacks a person, he will only take one shot, and every time the person he attacks will let out a scream after this blow, and then fall to the ground. One person had an accident.

When the figure stood on the spot again, all the men in black on the field had fallen to the ground. Until then, everyone finally saw the figure clearly.

Ye Feng!