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Thinking that Ye Feng was joking with himself, a teasing smile flashed in Lu Qingqing's eyes: "Okay, you don't have to pay the bills, if you win, you must give it to me." ”

"Of course what I, Ye Feng, speaks is counted, if you don't believe it, record my words as proof. ”

"Then no, I'm not afraid that you will repay the debt, if you dare to repay the debt, I will ask Sister Yixue for money. ”

"I'm really convinced of you, each one is smarter than the other. ”

The taxi drove to the door of the golfer hotel, and Ye Feng and Lu Qingqing got out of the car.

A tall shadow stood in front of Ye Feng, and Lin Xiong, with an iron fist, stood on the sidewalk outside the hotel, staring at Ye Feng fiercely.

A powerful killing intent pressed over like Mount Tai was overpowered.

Lu Qingqing can also be regarded as having a little cultivation, and the yellow-level ancient martial arts cultivator has a feeling of suffocation in the face of a heaven-level martial artist.

Ye Feng gently held her hand, her pressure suddenly disappeared and became invisible, she took a deep breath and smiled.

Having Ye Feng by her side can make her feel safe.

Iron Fist Lin Xiong arrived at the golfer hotel before Ye Feng, and had already inquired at the front desk, knowing that Ye Feng had not returned to the hotel, so he waited outside the hotel for a while.

After Ye Feng got out of the car, he recognized Ye Feng at a glance as the young man in the photo.

Lin Xiong didn't feel the strength of Ye Feng's internal strength, because Zhu Sanpao said that the other party was an ancient martial artist, he thought he had made a mistake, so he asked, "You are Ye Feng?"

Ye Feng felt the internal force of Lin Xiong's heaven-level realm, although Ye Feng's strength exceeded the heaven-level realm too much, and he was disdainful of Lin Xiong, but among the people, it was not easy to find an ancient martial artist of the heaven-level realm, but it was rare.

I didn't expect that pig boy to be able to be transferred to the master of the heaven-level realm, no wonder that kid was rampant and domineering in Jiangnan City.

Ye Feng replied with a smile: "I'm Ye Feng, you were sent by the pig boy?"

Lin Xiong's gaze stopped on Lu Qingqing's plump chest and slender thighs, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Generally, those who cultivate ancient martial arts, in order to cultivate and improve their cultivation, will abstain from sex, do not touch women, and avoid losing their spirits, but after a long time, the more this desire is suppressed, the more it rebounds.

Lin Xiong was in his forties, in order to become an ancient martial artist in the heaven-level realm, he had cultivated very hard, he had never had a girlfriend, and the lust in his body had been suppressed, and when he saw Lu Qingqing, it was the type of pure royal sister Fan that he had always liked, and he couldn't help but itch in his heart.

"You kid still dare to laugh, you beat our Zhu Gongzi, you are dead, give you a chance, let your girlfriend accompany me for one night, you kneel down and beg me again, I can spare your life." ”

"Yo, it's so easy, thank you, but first, my girlfriend won't let me, second, it's not me who dies, it's you who die, you should kneel down and beg me, I may spare your life." ”

Flutter, Lin Xiong couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect a young man who didn't even have internal strength to dare to say this in front of him, this is called asking for a dead end.

He raised his huge, hammer-like fist and shook it in front of Ye Feng, and punched Ye Feng with a punch.

This punch, he didn't use all his strength, facing such a young man, even if he was an ancient martial artist, at best, he was a yellow level, and the highest energy was a Xuan-level ancient martial artist.

That punch was as fast as lightning, and the force was a thousand catties.

Lin Xiong suddenly felt that his fist was stopped by a strong force, he looked at Ye Feng in surprise, and saw that Ye Feng used one of his index fingers to resist Lin Xiong's big fist like a hammer.

It was not an ordinary finger, but contained divine power, casting four blows from the emperor and piercing the stone with one finger.

Water droplets wear stones, and tens of thousands of divine power are condensed in one finger.

Lin Xiong gritted his teeth, he was extremely shocked, although he couldn't feel Ye Feng's internal force, but the power full of that finger couldn't be stopped at all.

He was secretly frightened, could it be that the other party's strength exceeded the range he could predict, so he couldn't sense how much cultivation he had?

How did he know that Ye Feng's body was not internal force at all, but the divine power of the bloodline of the primeval god clan.

He didn't believe his eyes, and struck with more punch with enough strength.

Boom, this punch set off a frenzied fist wind, and in the same way, it was still a finger, Ye Feng easily stopped the big fist.

How is it possible, I am an ancient martial artist of the heaven-level realm, even if the other party is infinitely powerful, it is impossible for him to stop his fist with his fingers every time.

In front of Ye Feng's smile, Lin Xiong had a feeling of powerlessness, a heaven-level ancient martial artist could crack a five-inch steel plate with one punch, but his fist couldn't score half a point in front of Ye Feng.

A dozen punches in a row, in fact, were all blink of an eye, and the more Lin Xiong hit, the more frightened he became.

"Who the hell are you?"

He felt that Di Ye Feng was by no means the kind of young man who had just debuted and knew how to order ancient martial arts as Zhu Sanpao said, this kind of calm, calm and unhurried, only a grandmaster-level master would have,

"I told you, my name is Ye Feng. ”

"Impossible, how can ordinary young people have such concentration and skill, do you know how to disguise, or do you use makeup?"

Ye Feng sneered, his fingers strengthened a bit of divine power, an invisible divine power, pierced through the stone, and pointed out suddenly.

"Big man, if you feel like you can't do it, get out of here and find someone who can beat me. ”

Boom, a wave of qi spread out in all directions, and Lin Xiong felt that his left fist seemed to hit an iron nail, and a piercing heart pierced the bones, drilling straight into the bone marrow from the bone of his hand, and he covered his hand and let out a miserable scream in pain.

Not to mention the iron nail of his fist, even if the bullet came, he dared to shoot it down with his fist, but Ye Feng's finger was more powerful than the bullet, not only shattering his hand bones, but also directly penetrating the meridians in his left hand.

He is nicknamed the Iron Fist, not only the fist is hard, but also the strong internal force in the body, poured into the fist, the internal force is released, which will form a strong defensive aura on the surface of the fist, so that his fist is as hard as iron.

Once the bloodline penetrates, the internal force cannot be transported to the fist, and the iron fist is no easier than an ordinary fist.

Lin Xiong clenched his trembling fists, with a look of horror in his eyes: "Who the hell are you." ”

can abolish his iron fist with one finger, even the sect master Yue Zhuoqun probably doesn't have this kind of ability, and only the few remaining elders in the Taiyi Sect have such strength.

"You are really stupid, I didn't tell you my name, my name is Ye Feng. ”

Lin Xiong's mind flashed Ye Feng's name quickly, a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard of it or seen it, he understood that Ye Feng was by no means an unknown person.

Ye Feng popped out another finger, Lin Xiong dodged and retreated, but was pointed on his right shoulder by Ye Feng's piercing stone, and one arm suddenly couldn't be raised.

Lin Xiong looked like he was not giving up, and recalled in his mind, where had he heard the name Ye Feng.

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