Chapter Ninety-Three: The First Master of the New Generation
The car started slowly, and although it walked slowly, it did not stop at all. The people in the pedestrian street seem to know that the car is not small, and they avoid it one after another. Those who dare to drive on the pedestrian street are naturally not ordinary people. Not to mention a few eights on the license plate, which is definitely a status symbol.
Zheng Feilong held his chin in his hand, looked out the window, and thought quietly. Ip Mantian came to him, all of which was expected. first robbed his fiancΓ©e, and then beat his younger brother, so it's no wonder that he doesn't come to him.
It's just that Zheng Feilong didn't expect that Ye Wentian would actually find someone to invite him. Although the tone of his subordinates was very cold, the words they used were very polite. Is this a salute before a soldier?
Zheng Feilong shook his head, stopped thinking about this aspect of things, and began to think about other things. Ye Wentian came to find him, would he also find Zhang Yuyao. If it's an average person, it should be fine. After all, that female star Tao Li is not as simple as it seems on the surface. I'm afraid that if the Twins are dispatched, it will be a bit of trouble.
Lin Feng, that kid, what have you been doing in the past two days? He and Ye Wentian must be on the bar, will they take the opportunity to act at this time?
Out of the avenue, the car headed south. The off-duty rush hour has passed, and there is much less traffic on the road. When they got out of the city, they picked up speed, and the car was as fast as an arrow that was shot at a rapid pace.
"Where is this going?" Zheng Feilong asked calmly.
"Pingjiang villa with few families." The man in black replied coldly.
Zheng Feilong nodded, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to light it. The man in black suddenly pointed to the back door of the car and said, "There are cigars and red wine there, Mr. Zheng can enjoy them as much as he likes." β
Zheng Feilong smiled and said, "No, I'm used to smoking this cigarette." β
The man in black stopped talking and began to drive intently.
"You don't seem to be from the Celestial Empire." Zheng Feilong suddenly looked at the man in black with interest and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be from Myanmar." β
The man in black felt a slight shock, and asked in a strange voice, "How did Mr. Zheng see it?" I've been in the Celestial Empire for more than ten years, and my accent is no different from here. The name used is also the name of the Han people, followed by the young master's surname, and the name is Ye Zhen. The behavior and habits are similar to those of the Celestial Empire. How can you still tell. β
"The color of your skin, not the color of the skin of our side." Zheng Feilong flicked the cigarette ash, regardless of how precious the crocodile skin used in the car decoration was, and pointed to Ye Zhen's face in the rearview mirror and said, "This is the skin color that only southerners have." If it is from the Celestial Empire, it should also be the area of Miao Jiang near Burma.
But your appearance is different from the people over there. So I judge, you are not from the Celestial Empire. The second is the accent in which you speak. It's true that your accent doesn't have the flavor of home. This shows that you have worked hard and practiced, and it is because of this that it has been exposed. Because your speech is too standard, it is exactly the same as the authentic imperial capital taste. β
"That doesn't tell I'm from Burma." Ye Zhen still didn't understand.
Zheng Feilong smiled slightly: "Actually, this is still from your attitude." You're cold, but you're kind to me. If it is a South Vietnamese, even if it is deliberately hidden, there will be some dissatisfaction. This is the same as when we look at the people of the island country, the hatred of the past is not so easy to forget. β
"Mr. Zheng is really powerful, no wonder the young family thinks so highly of you." Ye Zhen looked at Zheng Feilong's eyes, which were already full of respect at this time.
Zheng Feilong smiled faintly, but didn't say anything. Being looked up to by Ip Man is not a good thing. At least not for him, it's definitely not a good thing.
The car quickly crossed a bridge and came to a hill a few kilometers next to the bridge. This is the famous Pingjiang villa group, and the people who can buy villas here are definitely the big people in Jiangcheng. And Ip Mantian's villa is undoubtedly the best and largest of these villas. This highlights the extraordinary significance of the Ye family, the largest family in the country.
The car drove into the villa and stopped in the open car park. Ye Zhen walked over, helped Zheng Feilong open the car door, and made a gesture of please.
looked left and right, nodded with a smile, and praised: "Yes, yes, this villa is exquisite." It not only has the exquisite elegance of the southerners, but also does not lose the heroism and roughness of the northerners. β
casually pointed to a pavilion not far away and said: "The flowers there are quite suitable, and the cameras inside are not easy to find even if they are some masters." β
Ye Zhen's face changed slightly, and he looked at Zheng Feilong with some awe. Hunched over, he made another gesture of please. waited until Zheng Feilong walked over before he dared to stand up, for fear of slacking off.
There is a large pond in this villa with some lotus flowers in it. A young man in his twenties was sitting in front of the lotus pond at this time, holding a fishing rod in his hand, concentrating on fishing. He didn't look back when he heard the footsteps, as if he had nothing to do with him at all.
Zheng Feilong looked at him, this was the first time he had seen this Ye family's number one master, and it was also the first master of the new generation of the Celestial Empire.
Ye Wentian is not very handsome, at least slightly worse than Zheng Feilong. But those eyes were unusually bright. His face was very ruddy, his temples were bulging high, and he was obviously a master of both internal and external cultivation.
After Ye Zhen brought Zheng Feilong with him, he turned around and left. Zheng Feilong saw that Ye Wentian was not interested in dealing with it, and he didn't mind. Bent his legs and sit on the stone platform by the lotus pond, humming a little song by himself.
Of course, his little song is a bit flattering. Not only is there no melody, but there is also a high pitch and a low pitch, which is like a ghost crying wolf.
But when Ye Wentian heard it, he frowned slightly. Squinted at Zheng Feilong, and then continued to focus on fishing.
Zheng Feilong sneered secretly, and suddenly reached out to pick up a small pebble from the ground and flicked it at the fishing rod.
"Boom!"
The stone was in the middle of the fishing rod, but the rod did not move at all.
"Bang!" A large carp suddenly jumped out of the water and hit a big wave.
Ye Wentian turned his face to look at Zheng Feilong, and his eyes burst into flames. Zheng Feilong also smiled and looked back, his face full of pride.
"You are so powerful, does your master know?" Ye Wentian asked.
"My dick, the family teacher knows." Zheng Feilong said in his heart, that old guy has been hanging for so many years, I don't know if it's not all the same.
Ye Wentian looked at Zheng Feilong's cynical face, and suddenly laughed: "Haha." You kid, it's really difficult. I was able to transmit internal force from the line to the water through my fishing rod. This skill should be at least the ninth layer. β
"I'm sorry, I just broke through the seventh layer." Zheng Feilong's face was full of disdain, and he didn't take this person known as the number one master of the new generation in his eyes at all.
In fact, if it weren't for the time when he cultivated the seventh layer, it would have been easy to go mad. Zheng Feilong had already come to the door and competed. For this person who is known as the number one master, Zheng Feilong wants to come to smash the field, not for a day or two.
Ye Wentian shook his head and sighed, as if he was very dissatisfied, and said regretfully: "I thought you could at least cultivate to the eighth layer, but I didn't expect that the seventh layer had just reached it. You're kind of a disappointment to me. β
"I thought that your kung fu was the strongest, but I didn't expect your kung fu to be even better. It seems that you like to use your tongue, then your hands, and only your legs when it comes to critical moments. Zheng Feilong replied even more sarcastically.
Regarding Zheng Feilong's sarcasm, Ye Wentian didn't care at all. With a flick of his wrist, the fishing rod did not move, but the fishing line flew out of the water and attacked Zheng Feilong.
"Insect carving skills."
Zheng Feilong disdainfully, his fingers flexed and stretched, and several stones flew out one after another. It's all fishing rods that hit Ip Mantian, and it's all in one place.
"Boom!" There was a series of sounds, and all the stones hit the place where Zheng Feilong wanted to hit. The fishing rod was beaten and trembled, as if Ye Wentian couldn't hold it steadily and might let go at any time.
However, the fishing line was attacking Zheng Feilong in the same way, and the hook was shining brightly in the sun.
Zheng Feilong's face finally changed, he couldn't imagine that Ye Wentian's internal strength was so strong. The stone in his hand no longer attacked the fishing rod, but attacked Ye Wentian's hand holding the fishing rod in the distance.
A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Wentian's mouth, his wrist flicked, and the fishing rod tilted slightly, blocking Zheng Feilong's attack with a series of stones. Then with another flick, the fishing line with a hook attacked Zheng Feilong at a faster speed.
Zheng Feilong knows that he has fallen into the disadvantage. He didn't expect Ye Wentian's strength to be so strong at all, a little stronger than his original peak of the seventh layer. At that moment, the stones in his hand attacked the tiny fishing hook in a row.
Originally, attacking the fishing line would have been more effective. Even with Ip Mantian's strength, if he was hit in the fishing line, it was difficult to control the direction of the hook's attack. But the fishing line is small, under the rapid movement, and under the control of Ye Wentian, Zheng Feilong has no chance of success. So only the hook can be attacked.
"Smack!" The hook was hit by the first stone with unmistakable accuracy and flew upside down.
Zheng Feilong breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and was about to attack Ye Wentian when he was about to break the siege. At this time, the fishing line suddenly fluttered and winded, and it was faster.
Zheng Feilong's face finally changed drastically, and he got up and left his original position.
"Smack!"
With the soles of his feet on the water, Zheng Feilong's body was raised again. Such light work, even Ye Wentian sighed to himself.
People are in the air, waving their hands, and the stones in their hands are sprinkled like rain in the sky. The targets are all focused on one place - Ip Mantian.
In the face of such a fierce attack, even Ye Wentian did not dare to hold it up. The rod pushes up to the ground and rises into the air. With a fishing rod in his hand, he attacked Zheng Feilong.
Zheng Feilong's body fell, stepped on the water again, faced Ye Wentian's fishing rod, turned his hands into claws, and grabbed it suddenly.
"Go!"
Zheng Feilong chuckled lightly and grabbed the head of the fishing rod squarely. With both hands full of internal strength, he suddenly exerted himself and shook it fiercely: "Go down, you." β
Throw the fishing rod and Ip Man Tian underwater.