The personal security of the beautiful president

"What's the matter?" Mr. Feng looked at Ding Zhe arrogantly: "Don't you understand what I said, I let you get out of the way."

Ding Zhe shook his head indifferently: "People who watch thunder."

"Not bad!" Mr. Feng took a step forward and stood less than one meter away from Ding Zhe.

"Who are you, Master?" Ding Zhe asked proudly.

"My master's name is something you, a low-level warrior, can say casually, I don't know what it means."

Mr. Feng yelled loudly: "Today I will represent my master and punish you."

After finishing speaking, he punched Ding Zhe in the cheek.

The speed was so fast that it was like lightning.

It really doesn't matter how weak Ding Zhe's means were when he killed the big snake, and even a little bit stronger.

"Oops, bad luck for Masked Hero."

"Hey, when you meet someone from Lei Ming Temple, even the children of the family have to be courteous, let alone this kind of unprotected warrior."

"What a pity."

Tourists around shook their heads.

Murong Anni couldn't help but squeezed her little hands, and looked at this side worriedly.

Only Zhen Mi watched excitedly.

Here, Mr. Feng is about to hit Ding Zhe.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Ding Zhe's hand suddenly appeared on top of Mr. Feng's fist.

And just squeezed Mr. Feng's fist.

I don't know how Ding Zhe acted.

I saw him give it a light grip.

Crunch!

The sound of bones breaking came from Mr. Feng's fist.

"Ugh! Ah!" Mr. Feng roared in pain.

Here, Ding Zhe sent it off gently.

Ding Deng Deng.

Mr. Feng stepped back twenty steps, staggered, and fell to the ground.

There was no suspense in the fight between the two.

Mr. Feng was defeated in an instant.

All the people around were stunned.

Li Jiayue's eyes widened even more.

Zhen Mi was a little disappointed, because she felt that the master's strength had not been fully demonstrated.

It's also because Mr. Feng's strength is too weak.

Here, Mr. Feng fell to the ground and felt that the bones of his right fist were all broken.

No matter what I go back, I have to rest for a year and a half.

damn it.

I am a thunderous person.

Thinking of this, Mr. Feng was furious, and got up directly, and at the same time drew the soft sword from his waist with his left hand.

Shake lightly.

The soft sword pointed straight at Ding Zhe: "Boy, today either you die or I die."

After speaking, he moved his body to attack again.

And in an instant, Mr. Feng attacked Ding Zhe.

The people around have not had time to understand.

I just saw a flash of sword light.

Then, everyone heard Mr. Feng screaming.

Blood spurts.

After everything was over, everyone saw that Mr. Feng's left arm was cut off at the root.

arms lying on the ground.

As for the software, it was in the hands of the masked man, Ding Zhe.

At this moment, Ding Zhe was looking at the software, followed by a contemptuous smile from the corner of his mouth behind the mask.

After that, Ding Zhe threw the sword on the ground in front of Mr. Feng, and said proudly: "Go back and tell you that the master is a master. The reason why Lei Ming Temple can last for decades is not because of being strong, but because of shrinking. Shrink your head quickly, if he is not bound by the door, the day of Lei Ming Guan's destruction is close at hand."

"Ahhh!" Mr. Feng's arm was chopped off, his eyes were filled with hatred, and he stared at him with a look that wished he could kill Ding Zhe.

It's a pity that Ding Zhe didn't even look at him, turned around with his hands behind his back, and was about to leave.

At this moment, suddenly there was an angry shout from behind: "Young man, stop."

This voice is mixed with the lion's roar skill of Buddhism.

The sound waves radiated in all directions with ripples.

Lift up the dust on the ground.

The surrounding passengers retreated one after another.

It wasn't until the dust settled that everyone saw, at some point, beside Mr. Feng, a middle-aged man in an Armani suit with a ring scar on his head appeared.

At this moment, this middle-aged man is quickly helping Mr. Feng to stop the bleeding.

Then he looked at Ding Zhe with cold eyes.

The latter stood there, stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, turned around and stood silently, looking at the middle-aged man with the ring scar on his head.

The latter took a step forward, and at the same time directly raised his palms, and proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the old man thundered!"

"Master!"

"Oh my God!"

"He is the host of Thunder Temple, the master."

"Grandmaster Liao is one of the only remaining masters in the martial arts world."

"Understanding that the master actually appeared here, it will be difficult for the masked hero."

The moment the master announced his name.

There was a burst of screams all around.

After that, everyone couldn't help but backed away again, and looked at the master with extremely terrified eyes.

You know, in the legend, a master at the master level is an existence like the bright moon in the sky.

Not to mention the general big family, even the elders of the provinces, and the government officials will shy away when they see it.

And there was such a master standing in front of him.

Simply breathtaking.

So after a babbling sound, the scene fell silent instantly.

Everyone is looking this way.

That's it, after the master reported his name, he seemed to be very satisfied with such an effect. At this moment, he raised his head and looked at Ding Zhe: "Dare to ask your name?"

Ding Zhe hesitated for a moment, then said calmly: "My servant, Jiangnan Commoner."

Jiangnan Commoner, this is a nickname that Ding Zhe recently remembered, mainly for the convenience of himself.

And this is also the first time this nickname has been reported by him.

"Jiangnan Commoner?"

The master was taken aback.

People around also shook their heads.

"Have you never heard of this person?"

"It should be an unknown junior."

Similarly, Master Liao also shook his head after hearing the words Jiangnan Buyi: "May I ask who is Master?"

This is the habit of Lei Mingguan. Before making a move, you must inquire about the identity of the opponent. If there is even a little bit of background, Lei Mingguan will shrink back immediately.

"Hehe, I don't have a master." Ding Zhe sneered.

His master had already sat down on the top of Dragon Bone Mountain.

At this moment, it can be said that he has no teacher.

"Ha ha!"

Ding Zhe's answer was not beyond the master's expectation. He smiled indifferently and raised his head to look at Ding Zhe: "Little friend and my disciple had a conflict, and the punishment will be light. I have no objection."

"It's just that my little friend hurts people, and even insults the name of Leiming Guan, this old man can't bear it."

While speaking, the master's brows were filled with murderous intent.

When the people around saw him, they began to mourn for Ding Zhe.

It is conceivable that offending a grandmaster, this masked hero is more dangerous than good.

Some socialites who still had fantasies about Ding Zhe even sighed silently, blaming in their hearts that Ding Zhe shouldn't have forced himself to stand out, offended the people in Lei Mingguan, and cut off their sexual dreams.

Only Ding Zhe looked at the master proudly with his hands behind his back: "So what if you can't bear it?"

"It's very simple."

The master sneered and said: "A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye has always been the principle of Lei Mingguan. Since you hurt the young disciple, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want me to let you go, you can cut off your own arm and kneel down." I apologize, I think we can let you go because everyone is from the same line of martial arts, otherwise..."

After saying that, the master will go forward after seeing the master, and he will do it himself if he sees the expression on his face.

But Ding Zhe said with a cold smile: "See what you mean, do you want to seek revenge yourself?"

"Not bad!"

The master nodded and said, "Enmity can't stay overnight, that's also the principle of Lei Ming Temple. It's my bad luck to meet you today."

"Hehe, the principle of Thunder View on the left and the principle of Thunder View on the right, don't you know that what you have done today has violated the greatest principle in the world."

Ding Zhe still held his hands behind his back with great conceit: "You thunder and watch that disaster is coming."

"It's just you?" Master Liao had a look of displeasure on his face.

"Yes, it's just me!"

Ding Zhe smiled, then turned and walked towards a big tree.

There, Jian Anbang, the three-star god of war who had just driven overland, was wearing a cloak.

Standing there with his head bowed, the cloak completely covered his head, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

At this moment, Jian Anbang raised his hands high, on which was a long sword wrapped in canvas.

This sword is the red sword left to Ding Zhe in the Forbidden City on the top of Longgu Mountain that day.

After Ding Zhe returned to Ninghai, he kept it in secret.

For many days, he didn't know how to deal with this precious sword.

In the past two days, Ding Zhe felt that he might need to use it, so he asked eighteen raptors to send the sword by express.

Because he wanted to protect Murong Anni secretly, he didn't have time to wait for the sword to arrive.

I had to leave Jian Anbang to wait.

At this moment, Jian Anbang has arrived with a sword.

Seeing Ding Zhe approaching, Jian Anbang raised his sword high and said in a low voice, "My lord, your sword."

"En!" Ding Zhe nodded, then grabbed the sword with one hand, looked at it and opened the canvas wrapped around the sword one by one, revealing the sharkskin scabbard inside.

He looked at it and stroked the scabbard with his hand.

Yang Tian let out a long sigh, then directly returned and stuck the sword in his back.

Turning around, his eyes locked on the master, and at the same time he took a step back, and stretched out a hand to invite the master: "Please, let me see your unique skills of Lei Mingguan."