Rebirth of the First Sword Immortal in the City

The name of the eight-character beard is known as the eighth master on the road, and he is the boss of the underground world in Xicheng, Jiangnan, who has been engaged in illegal business, and has been suppressed by Zhao Feng in the past few years.

Standing behind him was a middle-aged man in a white coat, with his palms exposed, and he looked like a martial arts practitioner. He clasped his hands and looked arrogant.

Seeing that the eight-character beard did not put Ye Chen in his eyes, Zhao Feng immediately stood up and did not give in at all: "Eighth master, Mr. Ye is a martial arts master, and his strength is unfathomable, how much territory our Dongcheng can win this time depends on him, you had better respect Mr. Ye." The

eighth master laughed, touched his eight-character beard and mocked: "Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng, I heard that you were taken to the casino two weeks ago, this is the more you live, the more you go back, you actually invited a young man who is not even as good as Master Yao's apprentice, if you really have no one, I will let you two?"

The eighth master nodded with a sneer, not putting Ye Chen in his eyes at all:" To tell you the truth, Master Yao has reached the peak of the Xuan level, a pair of iron sand palms are fierce and invincible, and a random palm can make ordinary Xuan-level martial artists lie on the bed for three years and five years, Lao Tzu must come out on top this time. Zhao

Feng was also shocked when he heard that Master Yao invited by the other party was actually a Xuan-level peak martial artist who was only one step away from a ground-level martial artist, but he didn't expect this eighth master to invite such a strong master.

"Master Yao, be polite!" Facing the absolute powerhouse who was very likely to enter the ground level, Zhao Feng immediately showed respect.

Master Yao nodded, then looked at Ye Chen, who was standing with his hands in his hands, with a look of contempt in his eyes, and said arrogantly: "Boss Zhao, right, I heard that your boxing meeting this time is related to the distribution of interests of each family, if you are really gone, you will pay 100 million, and I will let a few apprentices with good strength fight for you."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Feng showed embarrassment and said politely: "Thank you Master Yao for your kindness, Zhao Feng has confidence in Mr. Ye's strength."

Although Zhao Feng didn't know the bottom in his heart, he still said so.

Seeing that Zhao Feng was so uninteresting, the eighth master sneered, and immediately said: "You call yourself Iron Fist Zhao Feng, and you actually invited a young man to support you, I'm afraid you don't know that in this underground boxing meeting, everyone has invited a powerful Xuan-level martial artist, and it is no longer your era when you dare to fight, after all, you still have to talk about strength."

At this time, Zhao Feng looked back at Ye Chen, but Ye Chen looked around, as if he hadn't heard the conversation of a few people at all.

Seeing that this young man was so ignorant of the sky, the eighth master said coldly: "Young man, we are talking, are you deaf?"

As he spoke, the eighth master turned his head, and a junior brother under his hand stood up and immediately rushed towards Ye Chen.

But at this time, Leng Feng, who was not leaving an inch behind Ye Chen, stood up, and his body as strong as an iron tower was like a door panel in front of Ye Chen, and roared angrily: "Who dares to be disrespectful to my husband?"

Rao is roar, and the little brother who rushed up was suddenly stunned in place, his ears kept buzzing, his legs trembled with fright, and he couldn't speak.

Seeing that he was about to be tense, Zhao Feng immediately stood up and said with a smile on his face: "Eighth master, the two of us are a community of interests, this fist will not start yet, we can't kill each other."

Seeing Zhao Feng bowing his head in front of him, the corners of the eighth master's mouth were crooked, and he pointed at Leng Feng and said: "Ah Feng, take the little brother to pay attention in the future, this is not the era where whoever is big can fight, don't look at your little brother's big throat and eyes, if Master Yao punches, I am afraid that his life will not be guaranteed."

"You don't need me to do anything, any disciple can do it. Master Yao had a cold and arrogant smile on his face, and he couldn't sense a trace of true qi on Leng Feng's body, so he didn't put him in his eyes at all.

Today's Leng Feng has cultivated the body refining technique taught by Ye Chen, and his true qi has already been transformed into spiritual power, and the limbs and bones that are integrated into his body are tempering his physical body all the time, which is not comparable to Master Yao and others at all.

Leng Feng looked directly at Master Yao, without the slightest intention of backing down.

"Hmph, young people nowadays really don't know how thick the sky is!" Master Yao snorted coldly, and immediately put his hand on the iron lion outside the Prince Hotel, and pressed it slightly.

When he let go, a ten-centimeter-deep palm print suddenly appeared on the iron lion's body, shocking the onlookers.

"Click!"

In the next second, a clearly visible crack suddenly appeared on the iron lion's body, and under the incredulous gaze of everyone, the crack on the iron lion spread outward like a spider's web, turning into a pile of iron scattered on the ground.

"True qi is released externally, internal strength is transformed, this Master Yao has already stepped into the threshold of the ground level with one foot!" Zhao Feng stared at his eyes, and couldn't help but gasp, he didn't expect the eighth master to invite such a strong man.

Even Leng Feng was also palpitating in his heart, and his eyes looked at Master Yao with a look of jealousy.

Then Master Yao said proudly: "Xiaoba, since you have invited the old man to come forward, this time you must become the real king of this Jiangnan underground world."

After speaking, Master Yao turned around leisurely, and the eighth master nodded and followed with a flattering face.

Looking at Master Yao's back, Ye Chen shook his head slightly: "With such a cultivation method, I'm afraid that I won't be able to become your so-called ground-level martial artist in my lifetime." "