Thinking that Ye Feng was joking with herself, Lu Qingqing flashed a tease smile in her eyes: "OK, you don't have to pay back. If you win, you must give it to me."
"My Ye Feng certainly says what he says. If you don't believe me, record this paragraph of my speech as evidence."
"No, I'm not afraid you'll pay back. If you dare, I'll ask sister Yi Xue for money."
"I really admire you. One by one is more clever than the other."
When the taxi arrived at the gate of the Golf Club Hotel, Ye Feng and Lu Qingqing got off the bus.
A tall shadow blocks in front of Ye Feng. Lin Xiong stands on the sidewalk outside the hotel and stares at Ye Feng fiercely.
A strong sense of killing seems to be on the top of Mount Tai.
Lu Qingqing is also a little bit of cultivation, yellow level ancient martial arts cultivation in the face of heaven level martial arts, there is a sense of suffocation.
Ye Feng gently held her hand, her pressure suddenly disappeared invisible, took a deep breath, showed a smile.
With Ye Feng around, she can feel safe.
Compared with Ye Feng, Tiequan Lin Xiong went to the ball club hotel first. He had already inquired about the front stage. Knowing that Ye Feng had not returned to the hotel, he waited outside the hotel for a while.
After Ye Feng got off the car, he recognized Ye Feng as the youth in the photo.
Lin Xiong didn't feel the strength of Ye Feng's internal force, because Zhu sanpao said that the other side was an ancient warrior. He thought he had made a mistake and asked, "are you Ye Feng?"
Ye Feng feels the internal force of Lin Xiong's heaven level realm. Although Ye Feng's strength is too much higher than that of the heaven level realm, he despises Lin Xiong. However, it is not easy for people to find an ancient warrior with a heaven level realm, but it is rare.
I didn't expect that Mr. pig was an expert who could be transferred to the heaven level realm. No wonder that boy was domineering in Jiangnan City.
Ye Feng replied with a smile: "I'm Ye Feng. Are you sent by Mr. pig?"
Lin Xiong's eyes stop at Lu Qingqing's chest and long legs. He can't help but swallow his saliva.
Generally, in order to cultivate and improve their accomplishments, people who practice ancient martial arts will abstain from sex and avoid losing their essence, Qi and spirit. However, over time, the more repressed the lust, the stronger the rebound.
In his forties, Lin Xiong practiced very hard in order to become an ancient martial artist of heaven level realm. He had never made a girlfriend. His body's lust had been suppressed. When he saw Lu Qingqing, he was the type of pure imperial sister fan he had always liked. He couldn't help but feel itching.
"You dare to laugh. If you beat Mr. Zhu, you're dead. I'll give you a chance to let your girlfriend stay with me for one night. If you kneel down and beg me, I can save your life."
"Oh, it's so easy. Thank you. However, first, my girlfriend won't let me. Second, it's not me who will die. You should kneel down and beg me. I may save your life."
Puffing Chi, Lin Xiong couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that a young man who didn't even have internal power would dare to say so in front of himself. This is called self seeking death.
He raised his huge, hammer like fist in front of Ye Feng, who was a punch in the past.
He didn't use all his strength to deal with such a young man. Even if he was an ancient warrior, he would be yellow at best, but he could be Xuanwu at the highest level.
That blow is as fast as lightning, with a force of a thousand catties.
Lin Xiong suddenly felt that his fist was stopped by a strong force. He was surprised to see Ye Feng. He saw that Ye Feng used an index finger to hold Lin Xiong's big fist like a hammer.
It's not an ordinary finger, but a magic power. It displays the four strikes of emperor Tai and one finger of piercing stone.
Water drips through the stone, and ten million divine power condenses in one finger.
Lin Xiong bit his teeth, and he was shocked. Although he could not feel Ye Feng's internal force, he could not stop the strength of that finger.
He was secretly frightened. Was the opponent's strength beyond the range he could foresee, so he could not sense how many accomplishments he had?
Where did he know that Ye Feng's body was not internal force at all, but the blood power of archaic Protoss.
He didn't believe his eyes, and with enough strength, he hit hard again.
Boom, this fist, set off a frenzied boxing style, the same, or a finger, Ye Feng gently stopped the big fist.
How can it be? I'm an ancient warrior in the heaven level realm. Even if the opponent's strength is infinite, he can't block his fist with his fingers every time.
In front of Ye Feng's smile, Lin Xiong has a feeling that he can't do what he wants. A Tian level ancient warrior can crack a five inch steel plate with one punch, but he can't score half a point in front of Ye Feng.
A dozen punches in a row, in fact, are blinking of an eye. The more Lin Xiong fights, the more frightened he gets.
"Who are you?"
He thinks that di Ye Feng is not the kind of young man who has just started his career and knows how to point out ancient martial arts. He is calm and calm, and only master level masters can have it.
"I told you, my name is Ye Feng.""No way, ordinary young people can't have this kind of concentration and skill. Do you know how to change face or use make-up?"
Ye Feng sneers, fingers to strengthen a point of magic power, an invisible magic power, through the stone a finger, suddenly point out.
"Big man, if you feel like you can't do it, just go away and find someone who can beat me."
Boom, a wave of air spread around, Lin Xiong felt his left fist hit the iron nail, a piercing, from the bone of his hand straight into the bone marrow, pain he covered his hands and issued a scream.
His fist, not to mention iron nails, was shot by bullets. He even dared to knock them down. However, Ye Feng's finger was more powerful than a bullet. It not only broke the bones of his hand, but also directly punctured the meridians in his left hand.
His nickname is "iron fist". It is not only the hard fist, but also the strong internal force in his body. When he pours into his fist and his internal force is released, it will form a strong defensive atmosphere on the surface of his fist, which makes his fist as hard as iron.
Once the blood vessel breaks through, the internal power can not be transferred to the fist, and the iron fist is not easy to use with the ordinary fist.
Lin Xiong held his shaking fist, and his eyes showed a frightened look: "who are you exactly?"
Even Yue Zhuoqun, the head of the sect, may not have the ability to abolish his iron fist. Only the few remaining elders in Taiyi sect have such strength.
"You are so stupid. I won't tell you my name. My name is Ye Feng."
Lin Xiong's name flashed through Lin Xiong's mind. He was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember. He had heard of or seen Ye Feng. He knew that Ye Feng was not a nobody.
Ye Feng pops up again, and Lin Xiong suddenly retreats. However, Ye Feng's stone piercing finger points at his right shoulder, and his arm can't be lifted up.
Lin Xiong looked out of his wits and recalled in his mind where he had heard of the name Ye Feng.