The scene suddenly became a little embarrassing, Xie Longfei actually directly suppressed the audience with the power of only one person!

"This person can only be beaten by me!"

After coldly saying this, he stood quietly in place, and the people around him unconsciously stood ten meters away, as if surrounding these five people, forming a circle.

"Xiao Feifei, I didn't expect that after two years, you still look like this!"

Hearing a hearty voice, everyone turned their heads to see that a sturdy young man in a military uniform walked over.

His face was full of smiles, his straight rocker was the same as the previous Lu Qifeng, and a pair of military boots under his feet were polished by him.

Seeing this person, Xie Longfei's expression became even more gloomy, and his eyes narrowed into a slit stared at him like this, and he said word by word:

"Gubei, I don't care what you're doing here, the things here have nothing to do with you!"

It turned out that this person was the great-grandson of Gu Bei, another big man in the legendary African Management Association.

After hearing Xie Longfei's words, the smile on his face did not change, he took off his coat by himself, and folded it slowly and neatly before attaching the military hat on his head and placing it on the platform next to him.

"Xiao Feifei, we're still small, you treat me like this after not seeing each other for so long? Why don't we find a place to talk, don't worry!

When it came to this, Xie Longfei didn't say much, and left here after leaving a sentence.

"As you wish!"

I didn't expect to change places again, and Gubei, who was a little embarrassed, just turned his head and said to the people present:

"I put my clothes and hat here, and I hope you don't break them, or you'll be at your own risk!"

In the hearts of such a group of arrogant young people, the story of any Tian Ji horse racing is nonsense, and the master is naturally dealt with by the master.

As soon as Xie Longfei left, the group of people who were still a little stupid just now instantly came back to life again, their fists were squeezed by them, and the crackling sound was like setting off firecrackers during the New Year.

The previous squad leader stood in front, his eyes were full of anger, and he shouted directly:

"Yang Le, let's go drink, I'll have a treat!"

This somewhat inexplicable scuffle began inexplicably, and Liu Fatzi changed his usual timid appearance and rushed over with his teammates.

But sometimes, we really have to admire the wisdom of our ancestors, they all say that the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change, otherwise, how could Liu Quan pick mortal-level monks to gather together?

The captain of the previous prefecture-level strength wanted to go over to help, but was directly stopped by Chen Qi.

"Chen Qi, you were a cadre before, don't blame us for dealing with you!

Although Chen Qi is much stronger than them in terms of strength, but the people around him are too close to him, it is just an ordinary exchange, he can't make a dead hand, and he is a little stretched for a while.

Although Qi Jingchuan's character is a little worse, he is also a master, Yang Le was still waiting for his silver needle to be powerful, but he didn't expect others to have no intention of making a move at all, so he just said to the surroundings:

"Ladies and gentlemen, although Yang Le and I are a small team, it is also because of his tricks, if you beat you, I will never attack you!"

Unexpectedly, there were traitors in Yang Le's team, and everyone was overjoyed, and even a few spirit-level cultivators who were originally going to come over to deal with them immediately changed their direction after hearing this, and the pressure on Liu Quan and Chen Qi's side increased dramatically in an instant.

Yang Le, whose real strength has reached the spirit level, was actually a little hurried when facing a group of mortal-level monks, after all, his strength was not much higher than others, and the number of enemies was too much, in this qualitative change caused by quantitative changes, it didn't take long for him to take a few punches.

"If I continue like this, even if I am beaten with iron, I will be beaten down by this group of crazy people!"

This is the first day that he has officially taken up his post as a squad leader, not to mention anything else, he can't talk about it just by this face!

His brain was racing rapidly, and he inadvertently glanced at Huatai, saying that it was too late, and then he was fast, only to see him immediately run towards the military uniform left by Gubei.

"Damn, this guy is really shameless!"

Looking at Yang Le, who opened the military uniform and held it in his hand, the people around him lost their minds for the first time, you must know that Gubei is a person who can be as famous as Xie Longfei, and I heard that he is also a top master at the heavenly level.

Just when everyone was in a dilemma, a boy who looked like a soldier hurried in, only to hear him shout:

"Put down the military uniform of our regimental commander!"

Although he said this in his mouth, the kung fu in his hand was not slow, and he flew up and kicked it directly.

Yang Le, who had no time to defend, could only rely on the energy in his body to resist slightly, but he was still kicked out by this big foot with 2,700 catties of strength.

However, the soldier did not pursue at the first time, but carefully slapped the dust off Gubei's clothes, and then folded it neatly again.

This sudden arrival was really a little unexpected, and even the group of mortal-level monks were all stunned in place because of this.

Qi Jingchuan, who said at the beginning that he would never make a move, directly sacrificed 12 silver needles, and he was about to do it.

Yang Le's voice came from the pit of the flower platform:

"Qi Jingchuan, don't move!"

After speaking, I saw a gray-faced person come out of it, Yang Le's eyes faintly emitted golden light, changing the hippie smiling face of the past, and the expressionless face made everyone in the audience feel a little chill in their hearts, even Qi Jingchuan, who was far away from him, seemed to be calmed by him, and stopped what he was doing.

Yang Le, who didn't care about the dirt on his body, just spit on the ground casually, stared at the little soldier who was still sorting out his clothes, and sighed lightly and said:

"Hey~!, it's a little infuriating!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Le rushed towards it like a cheetah, with a golden light on his body, obviously having moved the real fire.

Several members of the non-management committee who had not yet figured out the situation still wanted to make a move on him, but they were inserted into the acupuncture points by Qi Jingchuan's silver needle at the first time, and they were given a shape!

I saw that he took out a knife and repaired his nails, while the old god was there, and said:

"It's all your own people, if you don't help, forget it, and if you say it, you're not afraid of being laughed at by others?"

I don't know if it was because of Qi Jingchuan's strength or if what he said had an effect, a group of people didn't do anything, they simply formed a big circle, as if they were waiting for the end of this one-on-one battle.

It was this inadvertent decision that made this group of people can't help but rejoice later.

This soldier seems to belong to the kind of person who belongs to a tendon, and when he saw Yang Le rushing over viciously, he thought that this thing was coming to rob the regiment commander again, so he also directly punched him, and shouted angrily in his mouth:

"My king and second egg are going to avenge the regiment commander's military uniform today!"

Although Yang Le had already used all his strength, he was still hit by Wang Erdan's punch and took a few steps back, after all, this guy was a real spirit-level eighth-order powerhouse, and the strength gap of four hundred catties was not something that Yang Le could even match with his ruthlessness.

This time, Wang Erdan didn't leave him any more chances, and followed directly, and Yang Le, who had just stopped, didn't have time to catch his breath, and when he looked up, he saw a casserole-sized fist attacking him.

Fortunately, his hand-to-hand combat skills are not bad, and he directly bent down and used a kung fu of the iron plate bridge to dodge.

Seeing this, Wang Erdan immediately changed his move, and his right foot stepped directly like the iron hooves of an ancient war horse.

This is the way a real soldier plays.

Treat the people, they are the loveliest people, the sons of the people!

Treat the enemy, they are the Iron Warriors, the demons in the hearts of others!

In their usual training, there is never any fist embroidery, and the kung fu they practice is also fatal!

At this time, Yang Le didn't care about any face, I saw him rolling on a donkey and getting out of the battle circle, although the action was a little unsightly, but this thing was practical!

Originally, the ground where Yang Le was located had been stepped out of a big pit with a diameter of fifty centimeters by this stunned Qing, and the cement pavement was still like this, if it was a human body, it would be conceivable.

In the face of such a strong enemy, Yang Le, who was in a weak position, did not have even a trace of fear in his heart, and his body continued to rise and fall with the rhythm of breathing, but he was looking for the best opportunity to attack.

Wang Erdan's iron fist hit his body again and again, and even the arm he resisted was swollen like a pig's leg, but he didn't give up, his head was running at high speed, and he had a flash of inspiration just now, but his thoughts were interrupted by this overwhelming attack.

"That's not right!"

"I can't go on like this!"

"What exactly came to mind?"

He tried all the possibilities one by one, but because the difference in strength was too great, he could only defend passively.

This kind of battle situation is taken for granted in the eyes of others, and the difference in strength between the two in this battle is even greater than that of Zhang Mengmeng in the courtyard before, and it is unimaginable that Yang Le can persist until now, let alone be able to win.

Even Qi Jingchuan on the side couldn't stand it anymore, although he didn't directly help, he still sprinkled a blue light on Yang Le's body.

To say that the Qi family's medical skills are indeed worthy of their reputation, although they did not make Yang Le recover instantly, but the effect of the continuous treatment has reduced his pain a lot, and even his arm is not so swollen.

Wang Erdan doesn't have any displeasure about this, in the face of absolute strength, it's just a few more punches!