Return of the Soldier King

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I heard that Ye Fei was going to abandon the game. Li Bin was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, tumbling around in the ward: "How could this happen, and finally the swallow gate had a chance to rise, and how did he meet Yang Huaiyuan in the third game Such an old monster. Hey, I knew that now, I should not offend Yuanchen at that time. "

"It's offended anyway, and it's useless to regret now. Rest assured, I won't be able to give up before I reach the top 10."

Ye Fei coughed and said.

"Ye Fei, can you do it. If not, don't force it."

There was a flash of joy on Li Bin's face, but he immediately changed his sad expression and said, seemingly concerned.

Ye Fei waved his hand and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Okay, okay. Ye Fei, hurry up and rest. I will help you arrange things. You can take care of your injuries."

Li Bin knew that Ye Fei was not a wordless and unbelievable person. He seemed to have taken a pill and went away happily.

Ye Fei was lying alone on the hospital bed, his heart full of bitterness.

only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.

Ye Fei's internal organs were injured. To be honest, he was seriously injured, only 50% of his strength. If he meets a master like Yang Huaiyuan again, then the result will be a disastrous defeat.

Chinese masters are like clouds, and the more they fight, the more masters there are.

With Ye Fei's current physical condition, he doesn't even have the confidence to agree to the next game, because Yuan Chen will definitely be behind it, control the draw result, and send masters to compete with himself.

In such a disadvantageous situation, Li Bin wants to keep Ye Fei to fight for his own selfish interests, and is joking with his life.

Li Bin was originally a layman. Having such an idea is not beyond Ye Fei's expectations.

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Night fell.

In the downtown of Shanghai, the bar street is full of lights.

With a wine bottle in his hand, Wang Zhong walked drunk on the street, his footsteps were staggering, and he was scolding in his mouth like a tramp.

This is the first fiasco of Wang Zhong since Xi Wu.

The public defeat in the hands of a warrior younger than his age makes this self-proclaimed genius king totally unacceptable.

After going back, Qin Mingyue did not scold Wang Zhong, just sighed.

It was this sigh that made Wang Zhong even more unacceptable. At this moment, he could only drink his sorrows and use alcohol to anesthetize himself to forget today's fiasco.

Unfortunately, Wang Zhong can't forget.

"Ye Fei, Ye Fei, Ye Fei ..."

Wang Zhong chewed the name repeatedly in his mouth, both eyes were flushed, and the monstrous hatred made him almost crazy.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the king.

"Go away!"

Wang Zhongzhong was annoyed, didn't raise his head at all, and ran directly towards the figure.

Based on Wang Zhong's physical fitness, even if the other party is a big or small guy, he will have to be turned upside down.

The figure slightly turned sideways, his feet hooked on Wang Zhong's ankle.

Boom!

Towards the front, Wang Zhong fell into a dog's mud and was very embarrassed.

"What the **** are you trying to die for!"

Wang Zhong climbed up with his hands supported, the wine bottle in his hand cut his head to cover his face, and greeted the figure's face.

boom!

The figure stretched out his hand, five fingers into claws, and a fierce eagle crowed, crushing the wine bottle in Wang Zhong's hands.

Eagle Claw Hand!

Wang Zhong made a clever gesture, recognized the opponent's martial arts moves, and immediately thought of the fiasco that Ye Fei had beaten with eagle claws in the ring today. He suddenly woke up halfway through the wine.

Wang Zhong saw this clearly. A young man about one meter and seven meters stood opposite him. He was not tall and looked unsightly, but his eyes were as bright as stars and clearly a trainer. The young man was wearing a camouflage suit, and there was a **** smell of soldiers on his body.

"You ... what do you want to do!"

Wang Zhong roared with a big tongue.

"That's Wang Zhong, Qin Mingyue's proud disciple? Hum, I don't think so."

With a disdainful look in his eyes, the young man gave Wang Zhong a glance, and did not answer his question.

"You can insult me, but not my master!"

Suddenly, Wang Zhong's right fist clenched and hit him in the chest.

"A drunk, dare to be arrogant!"

The young man sneered, extended his hand lightly, and steadily pinched the fist of Wang Zhong.

"Ouch."

Wang Zhong heard a sound of bone smashing from his fist, and immediately uttered a scream, because of the pain, Wang Zhong's handsome face was twisted, and his head was cold and sweaty.

After scrapping Wang Zhong ’s right hand, the young man grabbed Wang Zhong ’s collar: “Looking at you as a waste wood, you are actually a well-known young martial artist in China. It is ridiculous to rank in the top 100 on the martial arts list.

"You ... what do you want to do!"

Wang Zhong now knows that this young man ’s skill is not even under the genius named Ye Fei who met on the ring today. His strength is even better. The severe pain from the broken bone in his right hand makes him almost want Coma past.

"Do you want to be stronger?"

The young man suddenly grinned, revealing his fine white teeth.

"Become stronger? You abandoned my hand and asked me if I wanted to be stronger? Are you funny?"

Wang Zhonghan was raining and he became less and less aware of what this young man wanted to do.

"I only ask you if you want to become stronger!"

The young man looked at Wang Zhong's eyes and said.

"miss you..."

Wang Zhong's eyes were full of hatred, although his face was not obvious, but he thought, if I become stronger, the first one will kill you, and the second one will kill Ye Fei.

"That's the look! I like your look now."

The young man put Wang Zhong down: "In an hour, go to the nearby bank to withdraw money and withdraw all your deposits. I give you a chance to become stronger!"

"I can't believe it."

Wang Zhong shook his head, how could it be so easy to become stronger, and if he could easily become stronger, what would he do with martial arts.

"You can't help you!"

The young man said coldly: "You have no choice."

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Qin Mingyue discovered that Wang Zhong did not return through the night. He knew that his apprentice's temper had always been smooth and smooth, and he had never suffered hardship. What makes Wang Zhong pain.

People can grow up in pain.

However, Qin Mingyue did not expect that Wang Zhong indulged in one night, and has not appeared until now, which made him a little uneasy.

Qin Mingyue was afraid of Wang Zhong ’s failure, depression, and nonsense. He randomly found Yuanyang by looking for women who were indifferent. Although it is not necessary to practice the body of a boy, it is always more beneficial to practice the body of a boy.

"Who did you see Junior Brother?"

Qin Mingyue, wearing pajamas, walked into the hall of Wuguan and said to the disciples who practiced beside him.

"Master, we haven't seen it."

The apprentices shook their heads one by one.

"Call, call Wang Zhong."

Qin Mingyue wondered, when Wang Zhong came back, he must scold him fiercely.

An apprentice immediately called Wang Zhong ’s cell phone, and after a while, frowned, "Master, the younger brother turned off."

"Shut down?"

Qin Mingyue was stunned and waved his hand without saying anything. On this day, he spent anxiety and made hundreds of calls to Wang Zhong ’s mobile phone, all of which were turned off.

In the evening, Qin Mingyue realized that something was wrong!

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