Shen Feilong saw a few disciples walking in, he looked at Ye Hao, and suddenly laughed: "What an arrogant boy, do you really think that I, Shen Feilong, am paper paste?" I beat my apprentice and want to beat my master, my tone is not small! ”

"Mr. Mo, since Ye Hao has called my disciples in, will you blame me for bullying too many people, right?" Shen Feilong turned his head to look at Mo Ziyun again.

Mo Ziyun also stood up, she clasped her hands to her chest, and said as if she didn't care about herself: "This is Consultant Ye's own decision, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Ye Hao, your master has spoken, then you will eat my punch first!" Shen Feilong turned his head to look at Ye Hao, his eyes were about to split, his body suddenly soared, the green tendons on his arms and forehead burst out, and he swung his fist towards Ye Hao's face like thunder.

Seeing Shen Feilong's body tilted, his fist in the shape of an upward hook, and the strength of his upper body was transmitted along his shoulders to the heart of his fist, Ye Hao's eyes narrowed, and it was indeed an ancient martial artist.

He stepped out in one step, sank down, and opened his five fingers to catch Shen Feilong's punch. The fists and palms intersected, and the two momentum instantly collided together, kicking and kicking, Shen Feilong couldn't help but take three steps back, and he found that his entire right arm was already numb.

He looked at Ye Hao with a shocked face, the last time he and Zhou Cheng performed in the ring, he guessed that Ye Hao was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, just this punch, he had already used sixty percent of his strength. Not only was it easily defused by Ye Hao, but he also repelled himself.

"Let's go up together." Ye Hao tested the depth of Shen Feilong, and glanced at the strong man who was already stunned by the few strong men standing next to him.

Shen Feilong was annoyed and angry, and shouted: "Let's go together, if you don't beat him to death today, you will also beat him to avenge your senior brother." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Ye Hao's mouth hooked, and a sneer appeared. It seems that Shen Feilong has noticed something!

Thinking of Zhou Cheng's tragic death, the five disciples shouted angrily in unison and rushed towards Ye Hao with anger.

These five disciples are all Shen Feilong's protégés, and they are very skilled, although they are not as good as Zhou Cheng, but they have all reached the strength of the late stage of quenching.

Seeing that Ye Hao was suddenly surrounded by Shen Feilong's five disciples, Mo Ziyun's palms oozed sweat, she was worried that Ye Hao would be injured, so she glanced at Yang Haiming on the side.

Yang Haiming understood, nodded hurriedly and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and called someone to come up if the situation was not right.

After these five disciples surrounded Ye Hao, they all used their ability to eat milk, their fists and feet came out together, and their shouts shook the sky. Strong fists and feet rained down on Ye Hao's body.

"Shen Feilong, do you dare to go on it yourself?" An angry shout erupted from Ye Hao's mouth, and a domineering momentum erupted from his body, and the shallow T-shirt on his body was shattered by this powerful momentum.

"Bang bang......" A few muffled sounds came out, and the five disciples surrounding Ye Hao let out a miserable scream almost at the same time, and their bodies flew out upside down in all directions, some smashed on the coffee table, some smashed on the wall, and one flew directly to the desk, Mo Ziyun flashed quickly, smashing her computer and phone or something.

Shen Feilong stood a few meters away, looking at Ye Hao's upper body being red, he was also startled. He was not frightened by Ye Hao's appearance at this time, but by the momentum that erupted from his body just now.

And Mo Ziyun and Yang Haiming were even more shocked when they saw Ye Hao shirtless, especially when they saw his red skin.

There are two categories of martial artists, one is ordinary martial artists, people who have learned taekwondo, judo, Muay Thai, martial arts, and the like. The other type refers to the ancient martial artists, who have learned the ancient style and mental method handed down from ancient times, the strength of the hundred jun is the quenching body, the internal strength is released to the strength, the vitality is condensed into fusion, and the ancient warriors who can reach the period of transformation are less than one in 10,000 among the warriors, and they are already martial arts masters who can open a sect.

The Yuan Qi Condensation Masters are all martial arts masters, and Shen Feilong has only heard of it, and it is rumored that some of the three armies have reached the realm of Yuan Qi Condensation. And Ye Hao in front of him made him feel tremendous pressure, and this son had at least reached the strength of the middle stage of Huajin.

"Papapa......" Shen Feilong applauded, he half-squinted, took advantage of the gap just now he moved his numb arm, and laughed coldly: "Sure enough, there is arrogant capital, then next, Shen will not show mercy." ”

After speaking, Shen Feilong bent his knees, leaned forward in an offensive posture, his eyes were fixed on Ye Hao, and his body suddenly catapulted towards Ye Hao like a cheetah, and his fists slanted out, with momentum like a rainbow.

Seeing that Shen Feilong used all his strength, Ye Hao didn't dare to be careless, his toes touched the ground, and he bounced towards Shen Feilong in one step. The two were entangled in the blink of an eye.

There was a muffled thumping sound when the fists and feet collided, and there was no wind in the entire office, and the paper on the desk flew up, and Yang Haiming and Mo Ziyun and several disciples lying on the ground were dumbfounded. They didn't expect that Ye Hao and Shen Feilong would fight without falling behind at all.

Shen Feilong's move was fatal, every punch, every finger was aimed at Ye Hao's fatal part. But they were all resolved by Ye Hao one by one.

Bang, with a muffled sound, Shen Feilong's body flew out upside down, and he was hit by Ye Hao's punch. But he dodged sideways quickly, half of his strength was unloaded, and Shen Feilong landed on the ground and rolled to his feet, at this time he was already panting like a cow, looking a little embarrassed.

As for Ye Hao, he gasped slightly, and looked at Shen Feilong quietly with a pair of eyes, but the crimson color on his body was still very dazzling.

"What a great guy, then you can try my Seven Empty Punch." Shen Feilong had already been completely enraged, he didn't want to use the Seven Empty Fist, this was his hole card, but he couldn't be embarrassed in front of a few proud disciples, and he couldn't fail in front of Mo Ziyun.

Hearing this, several disciples lying next to him showed excited expressions, and they all struggled to stand up, and the master was finally about to make a big move.

And Mo Ziyun and Yang Haiming, who were standing on the sidelines and watching, were trembling in their hearts, both of them had heard of Shen Feilong's Seven Empty Fists, but they had blinded Wang Wen, who was also a master in the transformation period, with one punch.

Yang Haiming couldn't stop trembling, because this atmosphere was so oppressive that even if he watched from the side, his back was already drenched in sweat.

Mo Ziyun quietly walked around to the desk, leaned forward slightly, and made a strange posture.

Shen Feilong raised his head and took a deep breath, his right arm swung back, his back muscles tightened and accumulated, and his legs kicked and shot towards Ye Hao again: "Eat me a seven-empty punch!" ”

As the words fell, the five fingers of Shen Feilong's right hand suddenly contracted into a fist, and an invisible force was transmitted from his back and gathered into the fist, and everywhere he passed, the air made a sizzling sound of friction.

The so-called Seven Empty Fists are not seven punches, but after this punch is punched, there are seven punches superimposed together, one punch is struck, and there are seven attacks.

Seeing this, Ye Hao's eyes widened and he burst into a shout: "It's a good time!" ”

He felt the power of this punch, his breathing accelerated, and at this moment, a layer of dark blue tattoos suddenly appeared on Ye Hao's waist and abdomen, and the tattoos were in the shape of a circular ring, connected by a circle, almost wrapping around Ye Hao's abdomen before and after. At first glance, this layer of tattoos shrouded Ye Hao's body, coupled with his red skin, he was like a devil.