The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

Ye Feng was noncommittal, and said in fluent Russian to the phone: "Kellerman, I haven't seen you for so long, don't you even welcome me?"

"Oh! You are Feng?" Kellerman suddenly lost his temper: "Dear Feng, you don't know, I miss you so much these days, when will you come to my place? The bottle of wine that owes you, I can keep it!"

"Yes, only that emperor can make my dad speak in this tone."

Kuer murmured in a low voice, already confirmed Ye Feng's identity, and at the same time admired him even more deeply.

When he was at home, he often heard his father talk about Ye Feng. Ye Feng is the only person who can make his father reach that kind of evaluation. He even often compares him with Ye Feng, saying that as long as he can Reaching one tenth of Ye Feng's excellence is enough to succeed her class.

For a long time, he wanted to meet this person who made his father full of praise, but he never saw it.

Just today, the teacher in front of him, whom he admired so much, turned out to be the person who also made his father admire him.

"Kellerman, let's put the drinking aside! Your son is by my side now, hurry up and send someone to pick him up! He was almost kidnapped today."

"Kol? Is Kool with you? Really?"

The nearly 50-year-old man couldn't restrain his excitement at this time, and kept repeating this question.

"Of course, why should I lie to you?" Ye Feng was helpless.

"Oh! God bless, Feng, thank you so much. When this kid Kool comes, I will definitely give him a good meal, and see if he dares to sneak out next time."

As he spoke, Kellerman became angry, and the pinched phone creaked, making one's teeth ache.

"By the way! Feng! What did you mean when you said that Kuer was almost kidnapped?"

Because of the joy of rediscovering Kuer, Kellerman subconsciously ignored Ye Feng's last sentence. After calming down a little at this time, he immediately noticed it.

"Eight white men came and carried out a kidnapping. Seven were killed and one escaped."

Ye Feng narrated the situation just now in an orderly manner. After a while, Kellerman's tone completely cooled down.

"There are not many people who dare to touch my son. I will investigate this matter thoroughly and make them pay the price they deserve."

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

As the godfather of the Russian Mafia, Kellerman's anger was not something many people could bear.

Of course, he believed that the person who dared to kidnap Kellerman's son must not be an ordinary person.

"Feng, thank you for your help this time, tell me! How do you want me to repay you, money? Or beauty? Or something else?"

In the next second, Kellerman returned to smiling.

"Come on! Just take your son away quickly."

"Are you sure you don't want to be paid?"

These words made Kellerman feel very fresh. Although he didn't have much contact with Ye Feng, he also knew that this guy had always been a master who didn't see rabbits and didn't throw eagles.

Such a person would actually not want the reward he offered?

"Sure!"

Ye Feng now wished that Kellerman would take Kuer away quickly, but the short contact time today made Ye Feng deeply feel the harm Kuer brought to him.

The twittering and chattering is enough to be annoying, but a big man likes to get in close contact with him, people who don't know, really think he's crooked.

After hanging up the phone with Kellerman, and after Ye Feng sent their coordinates, he began to have a headache about the corpses on the road.

A total of seven white men's corpses were lying on the road in disorder. In the distance, warriors who had returned from the Ye Family Manor noticed something strange here.

"How should I deal with this? You can't just leave like this?"

Ye Feng had a headache. If he was abroad, he could just make a phone call with such a few corpses, and a lot of people would be happy to help him. But in China, he really didn't know anything except those old men. people.

But he didn't want to go out of his way to bother those old people for such a trivial matter.

After thinking for a while, a figure suddenly flashed in Ye Feng's mind.

"Xu Yao still owes me a favor! It's not too much to trouble him!"

Facts have proved that Xu Yao still attaches great importance to Ye Feng's request, and soon arranged relevant departments to deal with this matter.

Although Ye Feng did not personally go to the African battlefield to help, but Long Yuetian arranged for them was also a big help, which greatly relieved their pressure on the African battlefield.

And this phone call, while solving the trouble, also let Ye Feng know two more important information.

One is that after many battles in the African battlefield, Long Yuetian actually broke through the shackles of many years, stepped into the realm of a master of Taoism, and became the first person in China to break through to a master of Taoism in one fell swoop.

Of course, the so-called first one here is just because outsiders don't know Ye Feng's strength. After all, China has not had a strong master who is a Daoist for a long time. No one could tell the difference at all, so they naturally thought that Ye Feng was just a martial arts master.

After Long Yuetian's breakthrough this time, some people even claimed that he would regain the title of Huaxia No.1 again.

Although Ye Feng was slightly interested in this news, he didn't ask too much.

Long Yuetian, who had just stepped into Dao Grandmaster, could not pose any threat to him.

What deserves his attention is the second news brought by Xu Yao.

That is the Shinobu of the island nation took away an extremely mysterious thing from the African battlefield. It is said that it is an artifact that allows people to spy on the gods.

Divine Realm!

This term, which only existed in legends, made Ye Feng's eyes warm up.

Since the beginning of his exposure to martial arts, he has been hearing this word from warriors.

It is a power that seems to be possessed by a god, and it is a terrifying existence that is compared to a human-shaped nuclear bomb.

However, in today's world, the realm of gods only exists in legends. For hundreds of years, no one has peeped into this realm or touched the gate of the realm of gods.

The method of breaking through the divine realm seems to have disappeared from the world, and people can only get a glimpse of the mystery of the divine realm from those legends.

Originally, Ye Feng also lost his mind about the so-called divine realm, but this sudden news, like a fire, suddenly ignited Ye Feng's heart, giving him the determination to pursue this power that belongs to the gods.

"Island! Yuichi Oba, take good care of that thing for me!"

Looking in the direction of the distant island country, Ye Feng slowly clenched his fists.