Supreme Medicinal God

Boss Yang thought of the bald and evil eyes of the three of them, and now he still feels palpitated.

He read countless people, knowing that this kind of look is only found in murderers, it is a kind of indifference to life.

He also remembered the scene of blood spattering when a sharp dagger pierced their chests, which made people feel nausea and stomach twitching.

He has been in the society for so many years, knowing that those ancient Wuzongmen must have revenge, and the means of revenge are cruel and fierce. He used to be hearsay before, but today he saw it with his own eyes.

Although people didn't kill themselves, they did it themselves, but they were in their own wood factories because they refused to collect their firewood.

Those ancient Wuzongmen acted weirdly, they would not reason with themselves, they would blame themselves on themselves.

Thinking of this, Boss Yang and Lao Zhou both changed their faces, a little bit afraid.

It was because of this phone call that they had a warm and pleasant atmosphere of drinking, and nothing happened.

What a disappointing call.

It can be seen that boss Yang is worried and worried about being retaliated. Ye Feng smiled: "Don't worry, just as Chief Zhang said, he will quickly find out the associates of these guys."

Boss Yang sighed: "If you are a partner, there is nothing, but the tone from the phone sounds that they still have a master. This is an ancient Wuzong door, which is much more dangerous than a criminal gang. How can this be good."

Lao Zhou looked at Ye Feng, and some words held in his heart for a long time. With the spirit of wine, he became familiar with Ye Feng again and asked boldly.

He lowered his voice and did not want Ye Feng to feel too sudden: "Brother Ye, I heard that you are also an ancient warrior?"

Ye Feng did not deny and smiled: "Yes, I am an ancient warrior."

Boss Yang looked at Ye Feng in surprise. He couldn't see Ye Feng's gentle and gentle manner. He would be an ancient warrior.

He interjected with great interest: "I heard that ancient warriors have ranks, I don't know which rank Ye Zong is at?"

Ye Feng smiled: "My level? I have no level, I jumped out of the three realms, not in the five elements."

Actually there is no level. Although I suspect Ye Feng is a little too modest, Ye Feng is in his early twenties at most.

In the imagination of boss Yang and Lao Zhou, those ancient warriors who are immortal and old-fashioned are the most powerful characters.

Boss Yang was a little disappointed in his eyes: "How about your teacher? I heard that the ancient warrior Zongmen is very mysterious."

If you can't do it yourself, but you join a very stylish teacher, you can also make those rogues feel discouraged.

But Ye Feng's answer disappointed them again.

Ye Feng is telling the truth: "I don't have a teacher, I am self-taught, just like the kind of self-taught in the martial arts."

A young warrior who has no teacher and is young, certainly can't count on it.

Ye Feng picked up the wine bowl: "Boss Yang, Brother Zhou, let's have a drink. Don't think about the things just now. Give me this phone. It's not good to stay with you."

Boss Yang couldn't help giving Ye Feng his phone, even if he didn't give it to Ye Feng, he also planned to throw it away. He didn't dare to ask for the relics of the disciple of Gu Wuzongmen.

With his thoughts, boss Yang and Lao Zhou couldn't eat any more, and didn't drink too much. After another ten minutes, boss Yang said that he was a bit drunk and couldn't drink anymore.

Three pounds of Yili old cellar wine left a pound, and most of a table of dishes was left.

The wine can be stored, and you can drink it when you come to drink next time. Boss Yang will come back almost twice a week. You can pack the rest of the dishes back to the canteen in the factory and continue to eat at night.

Boss Yang smiled and said to Ye Feng: "Today we will be here. When Brother Zhou and President Ye take another 100 boxes tomorrow, we will drink two more glasses."

Ye Feng and Lao Zhou said to boss Yang: "Okay, then we will leave."

Ye Feng smiled when he came to the hotel again, "Brother Zhou, you go back to Death Valley first. I have something to do with it. When things are done, I will go straight back."

"Ok."

When I returned to the old week in the car, I felt a little strange. I and Ye Feng came out to buy wooden boxes. Now I haven't seen a wooden box. How can I get back from Lu Da when I go back?

No matter, since Ye Feng said that blowing a whistle and performing a magic can send the wooden box to Death Valley, you can only believe him.

Ye Feng took out the mobile phone left behind by Tianquanmen disciples and found the phone number of the older brother.

He called Mike Wang and smiled: "Our little hacker, what am I doing?"

There was an exciting voice from Mike Wang at the end of the phone, which seemed to be full of vitality.

"Brother Ye, ha, I'm trying to make money."

I heard that he was working hard to make money, Ye Feng thought that McKing was working to make money. McKing was still a 15- to 16-year-old boy, and he was exactly the age of studying.

He was a little puzzled: "Work hard to make money. Are you working now? Don't you study?"

On the phone, Mike Wang’s childish laughter came: “Haha, I didn’t have a part-time job. I’m trying to attack the server of the United States Bureau of Investigation. The reward is given by the hacker community. Who can break into the third level of the Bureau’s firewall? The core will be awarded a million dollars. I spent two days and I have already scored the second-level core and are entering their third-level core."

Ye Feng smiled: "This kid is so powerful that he dares to attack the firewall of the Joint Commission."

"Dear Brother Ye, what are you doing with me?"

"It's a little thing, if you don't have time, just forget it."

"You talk about it first."

"Can you locate a phone number for me? That would be complicated, would it take up too much time for you?"

There was a disdainful voice from McKin: "Locate the phone, cut, why do you want me to send the phone number to me, I will ask my assistant to help you locate it, and then I will send you the location."

Listening to the words of Mike Wang, Ye Feng was relieved. Last time, he relied on Mike to locate his mobile phone and found Dong Yu. With his help, Tianquanmen disciples could not hide anymore.

Ye Feng smiled: "Sample, can't see it, you still have an assistant?"

Over the phone came Mike Wang’s confident voice: “Don’t look down on people. I’m the world’s top hacker. The hacker world admires me and wants to be my assistant.”

Ye Feng sent the phone number of the older brother, and two minutes later, King McKen sent a positioning procedure.

The locating program shows that the cell phone of the master is in the woods of the western suburbs of Yudu, and a small red dot keeps flashing, and the distance from Ye Feng is more than 20 kilometers.

Ye Feng secretly admired that this kid, King McKinsey, was so powerful that he quickly located the other party's position.

He also found that in that positioning procedure, his position was also a small red dot that was constantly flashing. MacKing not only located the position of the master, but also his own position.

Ye Feng secretly rejoiced that fortunately he didn't have a hacker girlfriend, otherwise he had no secret at all.

(End of this chapter)