It is not that He Kuiyang has never seen other Ming Jin masters, but it is unheard of for someone as young as Ye Qiu.

He has been practicing mountain boxing for 40 years, and he only remembers that he has been practicing boxing since he was sensible.

He practiced until he was fifty-six years old, and he was able to break through the shackles of ordinary martial artists, step into the door of Ming Jin, and become a real master.

But the young man in front of him, no matter how you look at it, is only in his twenties, and ordinary people haven't finished college at this time, let alone practicing martial arts.

Even those sects and families that have practiced martial arts for generations can't cultivate such terrifying guys.

He can't start practicing boxing from his mother's womb, right? What is that not a monster?

But the facts in front of him made him have to believe and face such a strange fact.

Boxing is afraid of being less strong, and Ming Jin is no exception.

Ordinary Ming Jin masters, in the decisive battle, the victory and defeat are in an instant, the strength of the whole body bursts out, crackling for a while, and the winner is immediately distinguished.

Especially for the elderly martial artists, their physical functions have begun to decline, and their breath will not last long, and their endurance is far inferior to that of young people.

Right now, He Kuiyang is facing such a dilemma, he is already fifty or six, and he is middle-aged.

In addition, he has been staying in the Jiang family all the year round, and with the size of the Jiang family, it is difficult to meet a provocateur in three or five years, and his life is naturally more nourishing.

Although he didn't dare to slack off in practicing boxing on weekdays, the superiority in life also made his body slowly lazy, and in recent years, he has a beer belly.

He even forgot the last time he had done it with someone.

At this time, I suddenly met an energetic young master, who came and went, although there was no difference between victory and defeat on the surface.

But in reality, he gradually felt exhausted.

If we continue to fight, I am afraid that it will not take a few breaths, and we will have to lose......

Thinking of this, He Kuiyang's forehead was inexplicably covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

And once he retreated in his heart, he immediately lost the will to fight to the end.

With a roll of his eyes, his momentum instantly weakened several times, and his fighting spirit was completely lost.

"Want to run?"

Ye Qiu felt that the opponent's fighting intent had disappeared, and immediately knew He Kuiyang's thoughts, and immediately snorted coldly, about to cut off his retreat.

"Ye Qiu?"

However, at this moment, a small head suddenly emerged from the reeds on the side.

On her beautiful face, surprise and expectation were written, and the moment she saw Ye Qiu, she shouted out in surprise.

Ye Qiu glanced at it, and the woman who came out of the corner was none other than the beautiful foreman of the Jiangbei Teahouse...... Han Yueyi.

This is the place where Ye Qiu saved her in the first place.

She was walking on a different path, but when she heard movement here, she crossed through the weeds in curiosity.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he showed his head, he saw Ye Qiu's figure, and under the surprise, he subconsciously shouted out.

All right! God really help me, my He Kuiyang's life should not be extinguished, this is God's will!

The moment he saw Han Yueyi burrowing out of her head and shouting "Ye Qiu" in surprise, He Kuiyang's heart was ecstatic.

With a twist of his feet, he turned into a ferocious tiger, and his half-step fist collapsed like Mount Tai, and he slammed into Han Yueyi's head.

"Old fellow, you're looking for death!"

The cold light in Ye Qiu's eyes flickered, and he no longer suppressed the dark energy in his body.

"Bang!"

The right foot stomped on the ground, leaving a deep pit on the asphalt road, and his body turned into an afterimage like an arrow from the string, bursting towards He Kuiyang.

He Kuiyang's fist, Ye Qiu is not afraid.

But Ye Qiu knew better than anyone that if this punch hit Han Yueyi's head, he was afraid that it would burst like a watermelon.

"What a speed!"

When He Kuiyang attacked Han Yueyi, he didn't forget to be distracted and pay attention to Ye Qiu's every move.

But at this moment, he felt the green tendons on his forehead beating violently, Ye Qiu was actually the first to come and catch up with him from behind!

Han Yueyi, the beautiful foreman, seemed to be stupid at the moment, stunned and motionless.

A pair of big eyes widened, and their eyes were full of horror and puzzlement.

He Kuiyang's speed was so fast that she didn't have time to react at all.

Seeing that this punch was about to hit her head, she could only close her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

On her face, the blood color that was excited because she saw Ye Qiu quickly turned pale like spring snow melting.

It's over, I'm going to be beaten, how could Ye Qiu, this kid, provoke this kind of person? He's going to be fine, ......?

The moment she closed her eyes, what she was thinking about was Ye Qiu's safety.

He Kuiyang's speed was fast, but Ye Qiu's speed was faster than him.

The moment Han Yueyi closed her eyes, Ye Qiu had already appeared in front of her, and with the same punch, he slammed into He Kuiyang's fist.

"Bang! Ah......h

The muffled sound of the two fists colliding echoed in the empty wasteland, and Han Yueyi only heard a low scream.

Immediately afterward, there was a "whooshing" sound all around, and soon silence returned.

She slowly opened her eyes, but saw a majestic figure standing in front of her.

She sniffed lightly, and she could even smell the smell of sweat that made her face blush and heartbeat, mixed with a strong smell of male hormones.

These thick and broad shoulders made her feel a sense of security inexplicably.

If any woman can sleep peacefully in this solid arm every night, then she should be the happiest woman in the world......

If I were this woman, I would faint to death.

But the peace of mind and warmth in her heart didn't last long, and when she thought about it, a wave of loss and bitterness immediately surged in her heart:

He is one of the shareholders of Jiangbei Teahouse, and even Wei Hu of Daqianmen has to respect him.

What am I? I'm just a little foreman working in a teahouse, and I'm not worthy of him at all.

"Sister Yue, are you okay?"

Ye Qiu saw that her face was red and white, and thought that she was frightened by He Kuiyang, so she hurriedly asked with concern.

As soon as Han Yueyi raised her head, she saw Ye Qiu's gentle eyes, and she was both happy and sad in her heart.

It would be nice if he were just an ordinary person, if he was an ordinary person, there might be infinite possibilities between me and him.

But Ye Qiu is not, and he is not destined to be ordinary.

"I didn't ...... It's okay, Xiaoqiu, are you okay......" She shook her head, grabbed Ye Qiu's hand, and asked with the same concern.

But halfway through her speech, as if she remembered something, she suddenly showed an extremely bitter smile, shook her head, and let go of her hand:

"Mr. Ye, are you okay?"

Although she reminded herself all the time that between her and Ye Qiu, they were not people of the same world.

But as soon as she saw Ye Qiu, a long-lost impulse and joy would swell in her heart.

She lowered her hand gloomily, not daring to look at Ye Qiu's eyes.

"Sister Yue, don't be so polite, just call me by my name, how can any sister call my younger brother Mr. Ye?"

Ye Qiu took her hand and said with a smile: "You call me Mr. Ye, I feel very awkward." ”

Is it just a brother and sister?

A hint of resentment flashed in Han Yueyi's eyes, but she quickly covered it up, and when she raised her head again, her face was already full of smiles.

I couldn't see the loss in her heart at all.

Sister and brother are sister and brother, at least they can still look at him like this, at least better than strangers...... Isn't it?

Seeing that Han Yueyi had regained her spirits, the smile on Ye Qiu's face was even worse, and she helped her straighten her somewhat disheveled hair.

Han Yueyi's face was slightly red, and after being silent for a while, she asked, "Who was that person just now, the helper that the homeless man invited last time?" ”

She also thought that Ye Qiu was retaliated by the helper who wanted to defile her last time, and she was a little indignant in her heart.

Speaking of He Kuiyang, the smile on Ye Qiu's face paused slightly, and he immediately explained:

"It was an adversary who had sent me to test me, and I had driven him away. Well, that BMW is his, and now he doesn't even want a car. ”

As Ye Qiu spoke, he pointed to the BMW 7 Series not far away, this car cost at least more than 800,000 yuan, and ordinary families could not afford it.

"That's good, you're fine." Han Yueyi breathed a sigh of relief.

That's it, where can a beggar homeless man afford to drive a BMW? She's lonely.

But she didn't know that if it weren't for her sudden appearance, Ye Qiu would still be able to pull He Kuiyang back and forth a few times.

Until the old boy's strength is drained.

Then sit back and wait for him to regain his strength, and then continue to fight until He Kuiyang is exhausted and then kill.

It's a pity......

At the last moment, although he knew that He Kuiyang was a drunkard and did not mean to drink, Ye Qiu still rushed forward.

He Kuiyang seemed to want to kill Han Yueyi, but in fact he was just bluffing, in order to wait for Ye Qiu to make a move, and then use Ye Qiu's strength to escape.

This is exactly the same as Zou Pingchuan's decision when he wanted to escape.

But the difference is that He Kuiyang has a woman like Han Yueyi as a threat this time.

Human life is at stake, Ye Qiu didn't dare to gamble with Han Yueyi's life.

What if the old boy escaped?

Actually, this is not a bad thing, why?

Because of this scaring snake, the Jiang family will definitely have their tails between their legs and dare not come out and jump blindly.

As for He Kuiyang, this time he should not die, but next time he will ...... Let him die a tragic death.