After being glanced at by Feng Xiaochun's substantial gaze, the people around Ye Qiu immediately felt that their whole body was cold from head to toe.

In my heart, I just want to run as far as I can, leave Ye Qiu, the plague god, and immediately clear up the relationship.

In an instant, with Ye Qiu as the center, a circle of people around him immediately scattered.

Among them, Dong Ge, who is in karate of the provincial team, runs the fastest, and it is estimated that the weight-bearing sprint training on weekdays is used for this.

This "black belt master", who was arrogant at the beginning, was frightened long ago when the African fighters made a move.

And Feng Xiaochun's appearance shattered all his illusions.

At this time, his embarrassed appearance of running away from the wilderness, where is there still a little bit of the provincial team champion? Dogs are inferior!

Ye Qiu stood in the middle, alone, bearing everyone's gaze.

Only Han Yueyi stayed by his side with a pale face.

Zhu Liying glanced back at the two, a trace of loss flashed in her eyes, but she never had the courage to stand back again.

She is the only daughter in her family, and she can't give up something for the pursuit of her heart like an ordinary girl.

So she could only watch with envy Han Yueyi standing by Ye Qiu's side, accompanying him at the most critical juncture.

Daniel Zhang, the fat man on the other side, was dragged away by Zhu Tou and Liu Meili.

"Are you going to die? That kid wants to die, do you want to die too? ”

Zhu Tou kicked the fat man's ass with his feet, and hated that iron could not become steel:

"What kind of friendship do you have with that kid, it's worth your desperate efforts?"

In order to maintain his figure, Zhu Tou usually exercises regularly, where is the fat man, a dead otaku, who can resist?

The fat man was dragged away like a pig, but this love had already fallen in Ye Qiu's eyes.

"This kid is not bad-hearted, as a friend, it's really good."

Ye Qiu's heart was like a mirror, the corner of his clothes was dragged by a jade hand, Han Yueyi was almost crying, and her voice pleaded with crying:

"Xiaoqiu, sit down, don't be reckless! In that ring, it's really going to die! ”

The process of Feng Xiaochun's violent murder was clearly seen by everyone present.

At this time, Ye Qiu stood up, what is the difference between looking for death?

"Sister Yue, don't worry, even if there are ten like him, they are not my opponents."

Ye Qiu turned around and smiled at her, and said with relief:

"Wait here for me to come back, and when I get rid of that Nanyang devil, we will go back to visit your grandma together."

After speaking, he gently removed the hand that was tugging at the corner of his clothes. This hand was so hard that the finger joints of the skull were already white.

Immediately, Zheng Shaoge put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the ring step by step with a calm expression.

Only Han Yueyi was left stunned, her mind full of the tenderness that Ye Qiu had left behind.

She couldn't help but have red eyes, only to feel a sour nose, and a sense of regret welled up in her heart.

In the past few days, following Dong Ge and Zhu Tou, they only cared about watching the boxing match and betting, but they snubbed him because of this.

Now that I think about it, Brother Dong and they are just greedy for her appearance, only Ye Qiu really regards himself as a friend and treats him as a sister.

Ye Qiu walked all the way to the ring, and wherever he went, the people scattered like a tide, for fear of getting into trouble.

No one wants to touch this moldy head, and it has anything to do with this plague god.

Everyone looked at him sympathetically with neurotic eyes.

There were also many well-wishers standing in the crowd and reminding in a low voice:

"Young man, Master Feng shouted Master Ye, it's not you, don't go up to find death!"

"yes, you're young, why can't you think about it......"

In people's impressions, since they are called "masters", they should be at least forty or fifty years old.

Just like Su Qingyu and Qin Tianjiao, these big lords are like Yang Lao and Master Li.

And the young man in front of him looked like he was only in his twenties, how could it be Master Ye?

Hearing the admonition of those well-wishers, Ye Qiu did not speak, let alone stop.

He just smiled and walked over leisurely.

He walked under the ring and looked up at the one-man ring.

The masters who appeared on the stage in the past, in order to show their martial arts, all jumped up.

exaggerated, such as Feng Xiaochun, who came on the waves and flew on stage; The last time was to hold up the handle and jump into the ring.

But Ye Qiu didn't engage in these bells and whistles, just walked up the steps slowly, step by step.

When Su Qingyu saw Ye Qiu get up, he felt a little familiar.

When he got closer, after standing in the ring, he found that it was actually Ye Qiu, and he was immediately shocked!

In any case, this young man is also a friend of his father Su Zhentian.

Although Su Yuxuan didn't say it, he, as a father, could see that her heart was also on Ye Qiu.

Although he didn't like this young man's arrogant character, he couldn't watch him die!

That Feng Xiaochun's name is the prestige of killing in the sea of corpses and blood.

As long as Ye Qiu dares to take the stage, even if he is not the "Master Ye", this Feng Xiaochun will never be soft.

"What are you going to do up there, you stinky boy, how can you get out of the way here, get out of here!"

Su Qingyu couldn't care about his identity, so he stood up from the chair and scolded Ye Qiu who came to the stage.

Ye Qiu looked indifferent, shrugged his shoulders casually, and said lightly: "He called me, I naturally came to kill him." ”

Su Qingyu really wanted to slap this kid into a sieve, he gritted his teeth, hating that iron could not become steel:

"The people called Master Ye, but they didn't call you, why are you rushing to join in the fun?"

You are just surnamed Ye, could it be that everyone with the surname Ye is a master?

I really don't know whether to live or die!

Like everyone present thinking, in Su Qingyu's opinion, the crazy Master Ye, no matter how young he is, at least has to be forty years old, right?

How can there be a hairy boy in his twenties who runs out to be a master?

Ye Qiu smiled, nodded and said: "Uncle Yu is really powerful, this can be guessed by you, that's right, I am Master Ye, I don't believe you asked Long Tengfei." ”

When Su Qingyu heard this, he almost vomited blood, only to feel that all his hard work was used on the dog.

At this time, although the defeated Yang Lao was a little embarrassed and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, he did not die after all.

When he saw Ye Qiu in the ring, his eyes instantly widened, as if he had seen a ghost, and he scolded angrily:

"With your little kung fu, even I am not an opponent, and you dare to come out and be a hero?"

"There's still a chance to get down now, a big man like Master Feng doesn't bother to bother with you!"

As he spoke, he kept glaring at Ye Qiu.

Although his words were ugly, he wanted to protect Ye Qiu in his heart.

Feng Xiaochun stood in the ring, his hands behind his back, looking at the young man in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

With his gaze, he could naturally see that this young man had a few pounds and taels.

He just glanced at it twice, and then made a judgment, the young man in front of him couldn't even stand on his horse's feet.

Not to mention killing Zou Pingchuan, even any practitioner can abuse him hundreds of times.

Moreover, what kind of cultivation did Zou Pingchuan do?

That's a master of Ming Jin, and the character who can kill him is at least a great success of Ming Jin!

He Feng Xiaochun practiced for forty years before reaching this level.

It was his master He Zhendong who was extremely talented, and when he broke through to the realm of Ming Jin Dacheng, he was already twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if it is rumored that this Master Ye is relatively young, he will not be in his early twenties, right?

In Feng Xiaochun's life, this youth is only relative, compared to Yang Xiao and Yang Lao, who is seventy or eighty, forty years old or so can be regarded as young.

However, since this kid dares to come to power, he must have the consciousness of death.

Then take this kid's sacrificial flag first, and let these guys in Jiangnan see my Feng Xiaochun's methods!

When I find the real "Master Ye", I will take his head and pay tribute to my junior brother's spirit in the sky!

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaochun's eyes immediately burst into a gleam.

And the bigwigs of other forces in the stands, looking at Ye Qiu in the ring, both admired and shook their heads and sighed.

Everyone admired him for daring to face Feng Xiaochun's edge at a young age.

This sharpness and arrogance, given time, may not be able to reach the achievements of all the bigwigs here.

Shaking his head and sighing, he is still too young after all, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he doesn't know how to write dead words.

There are so many Jiangnan bigwigs here, they all bow their heads obediently, what can you kid do when you stand up?

Xiao Yan also frowned slightly, looked at Ye Qiu in the ring, her eyes showed a little appreciation, and she asked in a low voice:

"Uncle, can you save that young man?"

The middle-aged uncle shook his head, sighed helplessly, and said in a solemn tone:

"Alas...... It's too late, Feng Xiaochun's eyes have already revealed killing intent!

He will definitely use this kid to sacrifice the flag and suppress all the bigwigs of all the forces in Jiangnan by bloody means.

Whoever dares to come to power at this moment has only a dead end, including me! ”