Rebirth of the First Sword Immortal in the City

In the half hour after Sister Hong called Zhao Feng, Ye Chen lay on his back on the table and chair, enjoying the red wine and fruits that Wu Hui had scavenged.

At this moment, Wu Hui was anxious, thinking that the Iron Fist Zhao Feng was about to arrive, he reminded Ye Chen again: "Brother Chen, otherwise, let's leave quickly, when Zhao Feng comes, we really can't leave."

Ye Chen put the peeled grapes into his mouth, clapped his hands, and asked, "Angkor, how much did you lose yesterday, wait to win it back together."

Wu Hui cried and said, "Brother Chen, that Zhao Feng is really not easy to mess with."

Before Wu Hui finished speaking, hundreds of mermaids rushed in, holding knives, guns and sticks in their hands, and came with murderous aura.

Surrounded by a group of people, a middle-aged man in a martial arts uniform strode over, he carried his hands behind his back, and there was a hint of murderous aura in his gestures, as if he was a good martial arts cultivator.

Iron Fist Zhao Feng, an underground boss on the same level as Song Yi in Dongcheng, is a well-known ruthless man in Jiangnan City, and people on both roads have to respect him for three points.

"The boss is here!" Seeing the situation, everyone in the casino looked overjoyed.

Sister Hong covered her face and greeted her, pointed to Ye Chen on the seat, and said with palpitations: "Brother Feng, he is the one who makes trouble."

When Zhao Feng saw that Ye Chen was lying on his back, he was only a young man in his early twenties, but he looked at him with interest: "Young man, you are not small, you dare to make trouble in my field."

Ye Chen put down the red wine glass and sat down precariously and said, "You are

Zhao Feng?" Seeing that Ye Chen was so calm in the face of him, the underground king of Xicheng, Zhao Feng showed a trace of appreciation for him: "Just for your courage, you apologize to Ah Hong, and mix with me in the future, today's matter, I, Zhao Feng, can not be held accountable."

As soon as these words came out, everyone behind Zhao Feng said in unison: "Big brother, this ......" Zhao Feng

waved his hand, and everyone complained, but they didn't dare to say more.

However, Ye Chen smiled coldly: "Messing with you?"

Zhao Feng nodded: "Yes, with your courage and strength, follow me, and there will be countless money and beauties in the future."

Hearing this, Wu Hui was ecstatic in his heart, if Ye Chen followed Zhao Feng, he would not have to be held accountable.

But before he had time to rejoice, Ye Chen smiled, got up and said, "With your strength, you dare to let me mess with you and me?"

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of people in the casino looked at Ye Chen in surprise.

This young man, how dare he talk to the big boss like this, doesn't he want to live?

Zhao Feng was not angry, but a fierce color had already appeared

in his eyes: "So, do you take me in your eyes?" Ye Chen got up leisurely and sneered: "What are you?"

Zhao Feng grinned, raised his fists, shook his head, and said: "The young man is really bold now, he actually asked me what is the name of Iron Fist Zhao Feng."

As he spoke, Zhao Feng's eyes froze, and he twisted his wrist and said, "Since you don't give me Zhao Feng face, then don't blame Lao Tzu's subordinates for being ruthless." I

saw Zhao Feng step out and slammed a punch into Ye Chen's chest.

Zhao Feng's punch was so fast that he was far above Sister Hong, and he was in front of Ye Chen in an instant, but Ye Chen dodged, and his fist almost brushed against his waist and slammed into the wall behind him.

Boom

, sand and rocks flew, and a hole the size of a basin appeared in the wall.

I have to say that the name of Zhao Feng's iron fist is not in vain, if this punch falls on ordinary people, I am afraid that my sternum will be shattered long ago, and I will die.

"No wonder you can defeat Ah Hong, let's see how many punches you can take next?"

Zhao Feng rushed out with an arrow step, and his fists shot out a series of fist shadows in the air, heading towards Ye Chen.

This time, Ye Chen did not dodge or dodge, one hand reached out, and held Zhao Feng's fist in the dazzling fist shadow, and as he violently exerted force, Zhao Feng's whole person flew in the air.

"Bang!"

Ye Chen changed his palm into a fist, like a jack of giant hammer hitting Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down and crashing into the gambling table.

"Whoa!"

Under the huge impact, the thick gaming table was directly shattered.

Zhao Feng was lying on the ground with his chest covered, looking at Ye Chen incredulously, and then spurted out a mouthful of crimson blood, and his eyes looking at Ye Chen were full of horror.

He was a real yellow-level martial artist, and he was close to breaking through in one step, but in front of the young man in front of him, not only did he not catch a single punch, but he was seriously injured.

Being able to seriously injure him with one punch can only show that the young man in front of him has surpassed the yellow level, at least a Xuan-level martial artist with his true qi released.

Seeing that Zhao Feng was knocked away by Ye Chen's punch, Sister Hong was briefly shocked, and then screamed: "What are you doing in a daze, shoot him with a gun." The

hundreds of people under Zhao Feng's hands suddenly woke up from the shock, and many of them pointed their guns at Ye Chen.

Facing the guns around him, Ye Chen carried his hands behind his back, and his face was indifferent.

Seeing that Ye Chen was so relieved, Zhao Feng had already confirmed the guess in his heart, and immediately staggered to his feet, and roared angrily: "Stop it." "

As a martial artist, Zhao Feng knows the strength of a Xuan-level martial artist, and with the means of releasing his true qi, he is afraid that he will be the first to die before everyone shoots.

At this moment, Wu Hui beside Ye Chen was already in a cold sweat and sat on the ground.

But just when he was waiting to die, he found that Zhao Feng staggered to Ye Chen, knelt on one knee, hugged his hands and said, "Thank you for not killing the master." "

Facing a Xuan-level martial artist, Zhao Feng still has the momentum of the underground king of Xicheng, as if he has made a mistake.

"Now, do you think you are still qualified to let me mess with you?" Ye Chen said coldly with his hands behind his back.

"Smack!"

Zhao Feng raised his hand and slapped him in the face, nodded and said, "Zhao Feng doesn't know what to do, please forgive me."

Seeing that Zhao Feng was still knowledgeable, Ye Chen nodded: "How did you calculate the gamble just now?"

When Zhao Feng heard this, he immediately signaled Sister Hong to liquidate 150 million to Ye Chen.

Such a big guy can bankrupt his family with a single thought, and Zhao Feng doesn't dare to offend him at all.

Under Wu Hui's incredulous gaze, Ye Chen threw the bank card on the gambling table again and said, "Shake the shares, and bet on the assets he lost last night." As

soon as he saw that Ye Chen was still going to gamble, Zhao Feng dared not comply, and immediately asked Sister Hong to shake the shares.

Without exception, under Zhao Feng's deliberate advice, Sister Hong deliberately lost to Ye Chen, and Ye Chen gave the assets won to Wu Hui.

"Mr. Ye, do you have any other orders?" Zhao Feng said respectfully.

Ye Chen threw him the bank card in his hand and said, "Give me that fire spirit grass, and count me as owing you a favor."

Zhao Feng was overjoyed, and immediately admitted: "Mr. Ye, the Fire Spirit Grass is in the Prince Xuan Hotel below me, and I just happened to toast you to make amends." As

everyone knows, Wang Dandan and his father Wang Ziqiang are waiting for Xiao Yi and his friends at the gate of Taizixuan.