Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng sprayed a cigarette of smoke to Huang Liu, which prevented the other party from being in trouble. A burst of coughing caused him to retreat out of the smoke.

Zhao Dongqiang unexpectedly felt the other end of the baseball bat, and instantly took it back.

Zhao Dongqiang was still fierce and evil, just like Yao Wu Yangwei, when he saw Ye Feng, he suddenly looked like a frosted eggplant.

He hid the baseball bat behind him, a smirk appeared on his face, and he nodded and said: "Dr. Ye, hello, how are you here."

He still remembers the scene of being mistreated by Ye Feng, so that when he saw Ye Feng, there was a sense of panic in his heart.

Ye Feng smiled to all the basketball players: "I'm here this time, come and see everyone."

The basketball players couldn't help but uproar.

"Who are you, do I know you?"

"Who wants you to see it."

"The leader is not small, President Hua Xia?"

Just as basketball players showed contemptuous expressions, Lu Qingqing walked over with a smile: "He is your new boss of Jiangnan Basketball Team, Ye Feng, Doctor Ye."

The basketball players saw a beautiful woman coming, beautiful and beautiful, all eyes widened, staring at the green.

"Then who are you?"

"I am a representative of the Highland Fund."

"Don't fight anymore, go back and let Coach Wang come here for a meeting."

Some basketball players disdain: "You say you are the new boss, the new boss? Who knows you."

There was a loud bang: "Shut up, Dr. Ye saved my sister's life. He is my life-saving benefactor. If anyone dares to disrespect Dr. Ye, he will be the enemy of Zhao Dongqiang."

Zhao Dongqiang is powerful in basketball players. In a word, everyone looks respectful, and no one dares to doubt Ye Feng.

"Your boy, although rude and arrogant, is considered bloody and a man. It seems that I will save you in vain."

Zhao Dongqiang didn't understand, thinking that Ye Feng was talking about the elder sister Zhao Yanan, and smiled: "Of course, if you saved my elder sister, you saved me, of course, you can't save it in vain."

At this time, Huang Liu had a blue face and came over: "Idiot, he saved you. If he hadn't smoked that cigarette, I would have cut off your ankle."

Ye Feng smiled, raised his thumbs at the yellow door, and ridiculed: "Your praying mantis has good claws and enough strength. You are the Taiyimen."

Listening to Ye Feng's words to break his identity, Huang Liu's face was terrible, and his eyes seemed to be flames.

"Can't see it, you are also an ancient martial artist."

When referring to the ancient martial arts, everyone took a breath, Zhao Dongqiang narrowed his neck, and finally understood why he was afraid of Ye Feng. In addition to respect, he knew that Ye Feng was an ancient martial arts, and had an instinctive fear of the ancient martial arts.

He found that on the other side of his baseball bat, Huang Liu's fingers pinched two deep finger marks. Remember to pick the smoothest bat before coming.

That was a special club made of space metal. It was very hard. It took half a day to smash a hammer with a hammer to get a stamp, but Huang Liu pinched his fingers with his fingers.

Listening to Huang Liu's tone, he was actually an ancient warrior. Zhao Dongqiang looked at Ye Feng in surprise, and then he realized that Ye Feng said that saving him did not mean saving.

Ye Feng's breath saved herself.

He had mixed tastes in his heart, and he didn't know what to do. He was there for a moment, and was a little bit afraid.

He secretly said just now that Huang Liu was an ancient warrior. He started those tricks, but he was throwing stones to ask for directions, and there was no killer. If he really did, the place where he was cut was not a few shallow wounds. I am afraid he was himself. Throat aorta.

After fearing, I was more grateful to Ye Feng.

And Huang Liu was so mad that he hated Ye Fengxiong. He would get it when he watched 200,000 yuan, but he was disturbed by this kid and felt like his skin color was yellow.

Of course Ye Feng knew that Huang Liu hated himself, but he wanted to tease the other party, not because he was cheap, but the more irritated the other party, let him shoot, the easier it is to know the details.

Ye Feng has a principle of knowing oneself and knowing the other, fighting a hundred battles, whether it is a well-known master, or a little-known little person, who also understands clearly, and then starts.

"Little handsome boy, who is your mentor?"

This little handsome guy, no matter who listens, knows to ridicule Huang Liu.

The basketball players chuckled in unison, feeling that they had to hold back a little in front of the new boss. They didn't dare to laugh, but they wanted to laugh again.

Even some of the security guards couldn't help laughing, realizing that Ye Feng was laughing at his companion, he could not help laughing, and his expression was even uglier than crying.

Huang Liu looks like a monkey and has a darker complexion in his yellow complexion. As long as he is not a blind or blind-faced foreigner, I am sure that this kid is really ugly and sorry for the country.

Knowing that Ye Feng was mocking himself, he felt that there was a fire in his chest and lungs, and he was about to explode. Huang Liu sneered: "This inconvenience tells us, let's fight. If you win, I will tell you."

"I don't want to fight you, you look so ugly, and you hit my hands dirty."

Whoosh, Huang Liu finally broke out, his hands were folded with his fingers together, his posture was like a praying mantis, and he rushed towards Ye Feng. The shape was really like a big praying mantis.

This flutter was as fast as lightning, and the strong wind lifted Ye Feng's shirt, blowing his hair.

Lu Qingqing next to him tightly clasped his hands on his chest, secretly cheering Ye Feng, Brother Ye, be careful.

The basketball players originally planned to leave, seeing Ye Feng fighting with Huang Liu, and stopped to watch. The battle between the two ancient warriors was not something that could be seen casually.

In just a few blinks, Huang Liu’s praying mantis claw has been attacked nine times. Generally, he only sees a phantom, and he cannot see Huang Liu’s movements at all.

Ye Feng secretly transported Tianluo fist with both hands, which secretly contained the surges hit by the four emperors of the Thai emperor, and the method of luck.

The four strikes of the Thai emperor is not only a move, but also a martial art philosophy. It can be combined with any exercise method. Tianluo's moves, surge luck, and Tianluo have a new feeling.

And the most basic is also different. Ye Feng's body is not the internal force of ordinary ancient martial arts, but the divine power inherited by the blood of the ancient archaic clan.

This makes Puneng's Tianluo boxing more distinctive.

Just like conventional weapons, the power of nuclear weapons is actually played. The more you play Ye Feng, the more interesting and calm you are, and the expression is like playing a game, relaxed and happy.

But Huang Liu feels surrounded by an endless field of force, a surging energy on the left, a strong wind on the right, a layer of resistance in front, and an endless wave behind. Higher than a wave of pressure.

Huang Liu's face became more yellow, sweat forehead oozed, and his back was soaked with sweat.

Huang Liu is, at best, a prefecture-level ancient warrior. Even the ancient warriors cannot be ranked. Ye Feng is like a cat scratching a mouse. He wants to play him exhausted, and then scraps him.

(End of this chapter)