Return of the Soldier King

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Ye Fei didn't move at all, he just frowned slightly, a glint flashed in his eyes, looking at Zhang Songlei said: "So you and Yuanchen are the same raccoon dog!"

"Come here, grab this kid for me!"

Zhang Songlei looked at Ye Fei coldly and waved again.

But beyond Zhang Songlei's expectations, the warriors around him completely ignored his orders, and none of them moved.

This momentary moment.

Just now everyone in the martial arts hall was eager to try and wanted to defeat Ye Fei and get ahead.

Now no one dares to take action.

Because Huo Donglai of the Li Li Wu Wu Pavilion was not Ye Fei's enemy.

These people do not think that their martial arts training is much higher than that of Huo Donglai. If they lose the same thing as Huo Donglai, then they will lose their faces by stealing chickens and not killing the rice.

For the warrior, power and money are important, but the face is more important.

Zhang Songlei suddenly became furious. Although he is the president of the Wushu Association and has some powers, everyone in the Shanghai Hai Wushu community knows that the Wushu Association is just a loose government agency. There is not much restraint for the martial arts hall.

It is for this reason that Zhang Songlei found Yuanchen to invest in a big contest, and wanted to form the Shanghai Haiwu Martial Arts League, nominally to carry forward the national art, but in fact, it is also a reputation for fishing for its own rights.

Seeing that no one had shot, Zhang Songlei was red-faced, a white face, and at the moment it was also red to drip.

Suddenly, Zhang Songlei stepped forward and punched Ye Fei's back with a punch.

Ye Fei turned sideways and turned to look at Zhang Songlei coldly: "Chairman Zhang, did you actually shoot in person? You are not my opponent. If you lose, you can't afford to lose that person!"

Zhang Songlei said coldly: "Less nonsense! There is something wrong with the Wushu Association, and so many people are missing! This is my responsibility as president. I want to capture you and ask me what you want!"

Hearing Zhang Songlei's words, Ye Fei's expression stiffened, so many people were missing? Seeing Zhang Songlei's expression is not a fake, is it really something wrong?

However, even if it was an accident, it has nothing to do with the people in the Eagle Claw National Martial Arts Museum. Why should the Wushu Association doubt its head!

Ye Fei couldn't figure it out.

"Ye Fei, young people are of course arrogant, but don't regret it because you are young and do something stupid! I will teach you the truth about being an elder for your elders today!"

Zhang Songlei took off his upper body suit, revealing the shirt inside, and pointed at Ye Fei, saying: "Come and come, if you can win me, let go of the Eagle Claw National Art Museum first!"

"This is what you said!"

Ye Fei glanced over a cold awn, Shen Sheng said.

"The president of my dazzling martial arts association, will lie to you a little junior?"

Before Zhang Songlei's words fell, the man was already shooting outrageously.

A step was struck by lightning, the toes were nodded, and suddenly, with a sudden sound, he swept up and rushed over.

"Da Sheng Tong back fist!"

The crowd in the martial arts crowd, who didn't know which one exclaimed, recognized Zhang Quanlei's fist from the pace of Zhang Songlei.

Ye Fei didn't want to fight Zhang Songlei because Zhang Songlei was the president of the Wulin Association after all, and he looked short and fat, not like a warrior, but like a businessman.

However, people can't look like it. I didn't expect that Zhang Songlei was actually a master of back fist, and his fists and feet were eyeless. Since Zhang Songlei had already shot, then Ye Fei couldn't do it without thinking.

Zhang Songlei's slightly arched neck and back suddenly shrunk inward, and it seemed that the apes and monkeys flew between the flats at a very fast speed. Zhang Songlei was originally the curator of Tong Mu Quan Boxing, but he was in a high position, making people forget his martial arts identity and thought he was a bureaucrat. .

The distance of five meters, almost a blink of an eye, came to Ye Fei. With the sound of "咰", the joints were staggered, and a series of movements like a firecracker exploded in a silent underground parking lot, with a long arm Tossed, as if pulling Fei Fei's head like a steel whip.

In Tong Mu Quan, stressing on the clothes and struggling, one punch out, the punch did not come out, the sound came first, and the sound of coldness was endless. This shows that Zhang Songlei's Tong Mu Quan is almost the realm of the master.

"It's amazing! Sure enough, there is no human appearance, sea water is incomparable, Huaxia Zanglong Crouching Tiger, a man who looks like a bureaucrat, also has such a kung fu! His speed and strength are not under me!"

Ye Fei's eyesight is extraordinary. At this moment, with all his concentration, Zhang Songlei's movement suddenly slowed down. He can clearly see that the center of Zhang Songlei's palm is blue and black, and the color is blue and black as iron. Under one blow, it is really like The wind slammed into the wind, and the strong wind screamed on his face, almost forcing the breath between his mouth and nose back into his lungs.

At the next moment, Ye Fei did not shy away, just waiting for Zhang Songlei to hit him, his one arm was like a beam, and his five fingers were like hooks, and he immediately stuck on Zhang Songlei's forearm and swung away.

boom!

At this moment, the arms of the two people collided together, and suddenly made a loud bang. The two were clearly flesh and blood, but the sound they made sounded like steel collided in a collision!

In the confined space of the underground parking lot, this repeated echo is like a big bell ringing.

The arms of the two slammed together, and the short stature Zhang Songlei only felt a sudden pain in the arm, with the shape of a bone cracked, and his feet violently flicked on the ground. Outside.

Experts do tricks, and you don't need you to die to win or lose. Most of the time, just simply take a hand and you can know the depth of the other party.

"How did this kid practice? Is it practiced in the mother's womb? Why is the skill deeper than me! No wonder, Yang Huaiyuan lost to him, it was terrible!"

Zhang Songlei made a hard fight with Ye Fei, and cold sweat came out of his forehead. He immediately understood that he was not Ye Fei's opponent. His body retreated, his eyes rolled, and he was thinking about what he said. Down the stairs.

But at this time, Ye Fei also took two steps back, and a red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Just a hard fight with Zhang Songlei, if Ye Fei is in full health, there is no problem, but his battle with Colonel Jack, the internal organs were injured, after a month of cultivation, it was not clean.

The day before yesterday, Ye Fei struggled against Yang Huaiyuan, and Ye Fei barely fought. He was injured. The strength at this moment is only about 50% of his usual strength.

In fact, he was bluffing just now.

Seeing Ye Fei vomiting blood, Zhang Songlei was very happy, knowing that Ye Fei was injured, and immediately blamed, fists swelled, and a double-headed Shuangfeng hit his ear towards Ye Fei's temple.

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