The Strongest Soldier King

Hearing that, Ye Feng's heart could not help but move, she looked at Yin Yi, and before she could say anything, Qi Weijun immediately said: "He is looking for your help, not here to compete, and didn't we compete last time? Wouldn't it be the same if we were to compare the results? "

Yin Yi looked at Qi Weijun, and seeing her call Ye Feng in this manner, he was even more displeased. He immediately snorted coldly, "Last time, I did not prepare, so it doesn't count, but this time, I made preparations. In short, if you want to know where Feng Zi and Heng Zi are, then you have to compete.

After Qi Weijun heard this, she immediately wanted to say something, but Ye Feng stepped forward and said to Yin Yi: "It's a deal?"

Yin Yi laughed sinisterly, knowing that Ye Feng had agreed, he immediately turned and walked towards the stage, starting to move his muscles and bones, waiting for Ye Feng.

Qi Weijun worriedly asked Ye Feng, "Why don't we think of another way?"

Ye Feng shook his head and without saying a word to Qi Weijun, he walked towards the stage.

Qi Weijun was helpless, she had no choice but to follow, and seeing Ye Feng going up the stage, she became anxious.

Yin Yi looked at Ye Feng, then placed both fists in front of him, as though he was going to attack anytime, and asked Ye Feng: "Are you ready?"

Ye Feng moved his feet a bit before nodding towards Yin Yi, telling him that he was ready.

Seeing that Ye Feng had nodded his head, Yin Yi immediately threw out a punch towards his face. This time, the speed and power of the punch had reached his limit, it was obvious that he wanted to finish Ye Feng off with one punch.

However, before his fist could reach Ye Feng, Ye Feng had already tapped his arm, causing his hand to instantly lose both speed and strength.

Ye Feng turned to Yin Yi and asked: "Is it okay now?"

Yin Yi did not say anything, but immediately the other fist came flying over. Since he had challenged Ye Feng to a duel, how could he admit defeat so easily?

However, this punch of his was the same as the one before; before it could reach Ye Feng, it was easily resolved by Ye Feng.

Yin Yi had only used two moves, but his two arms could not even move.

At this time, Ye Feng looked at Yin Yi, and asked again, "How is it, is it okay now?"

Yin Yi had not spoken yet, but a middle-aged man below the stage asked Ye Feng, "Who did you learn this acupuncture technique from?"

Hearing that, Ye Feng could not help but turn to look at the middle-aged man below the stage, to see that he was not even 50 years old, with a buzz cut, and although his chin was shaved, there was a green glow, and his eyes were sharp.

Furthermore, that person was wearing a elastic vest, and the tendons and flesh on his body were clearly visible. He was clearly a practitioner, and from the looks of it, his skills were above Yin Yi's.

Before Ye Feng could say anything, Yin Yi spoke to the middle aged man down the stage: "Dad, you know the acupuncture technique?"

Below the stage was Yin Yi's father, Yin Zhihao. He did not answer his own son, but his sharp eyes were still fixed on Ye Feng, "This acupuncture technique, if I'm not wrong, should be one of the lost ancient fist techniques in China, Sun Chihuo's Inch Punch!"

Ye Feng was startled upon hearing this, when he first learnt this acupuncture point training technique, he had indeed heard the instructor say something about it. The key was that the instructor really happened to be surnamed Sun, but he did not know whether this acupuncture point training technique was Sun Bian Fist or not, even if the instructor did not mention it, he did not know.

However, he did not expect Yin Yi's father, Yin Zhihao, to be able to recognize this set of acupuncture techniques. It seemed that this Yin Zhihao truly had some skills, and was not someone that Yin Yi could compare with.

Yin Zhihao turned to Yin Yi and said, "Your little friend here has practiced the acupuncture techniques pretty well, but it's still not done yet. Maybe your own Qi and blood are not enough, your strength is not enough, if not, your hands will be completely crippled!"

Hearing this, Yin Yi's face changed. He had inherited all of his martial arts from his father, Yin Zhihao, and had never doubted his father's abilities in martial arts. Since his father had said so, then it must be true.

The bottom of Ye Feng's heart moved. Yin Zhihao could actually see through his own conditions, and knew the problem of his physical attributes.

Yin Zhihao looked at Ye Feng and said, "Under normal circumstances, you would not be a match for Yi Zi, but Sun Bajie Punch is extremely fast and impossible to guard against, it's a pity that your physical fitness is too poor, otherwise you would have made great achievements in martial arts!"

Yin Yi immediately asked Yin Zhihao, "Then, what methods do you have to break this?"

Yin Zhihao shook his head, "There is a way to break it, but it's impossible for you to reach your current level. You might have a chance if you practice for another three to five years."

In other words, in the next three to seven years, he would have already been defeated by Ye Feng and would not even have a chance to win against him, thus, it was just as Qi Weijun had said, the result would be the same no matter how many times she tried.

At this time, Yin Zhihao took out a business card and handed it to Ye Feng, "Little friend, your body has a huge flaw, if you give me some time to train, I think you will definitely become outstanding in the martial arts industry. If you are interested, you can come to our Yin family's fighting club, I can help you do some basic training to overcome your shortcomings."

Ye Feng took Yin Zhihao's name card, while Yin Zhihao smiled at Ye Feng, and then said to Yin Yi, "You guys play!"

After saying that, Yin Zhihao turned around and left, continuing to train a group of students who were in the middle of their lessons.

Ye Feng took Yin Zhihao's name card and looked at it, and heard Qi Weijun say to Yin Yi, "It's a promise, if you lose, tell Ye Feng, where are Zhao Yufeng and Tan Heng!"

Yin Yi had an awkward expression. Originally, he didn't even want to admit it, but now, since his old man had said it, he didn't have three to five years before him. There was basically no way he could win against Ye Feng, even if he didn't admit defeat.

Thinking about it, Yin Yi said to Ye Feng, "Every few days, they would go to the rich and powerful entertainment city to play, they should be going there tonight too!"

Ye Feng's heart moved when he heard it. He had already been to the Wealthy Class Entertainment City once, so he immediately put Yin Zhihao's name card into his pocket. He thanked Yin Yi then turned and left the stage.

Only then did Yin Yi feel that the numbness in his arms had improved, and he immediately went to the side of the stage, and said: "The rich and powerful entertainment city's consumption is not low, and they normally stay in the VIP rooms without anyone to bring them to, you cannot enter!"

After Ye Feng heard this, he could not help but stop in his tracks and turned to look at Yin Yi.

Yin Yi then said to Ye Feng, "In a while, I will call to confirm if they are going to go tonight. If they are, I will give you my call, and when you are outside the Entertainment City, give me a call, I will bring you in!"

Hearing Yin Yi's words, Ye Feng could not help but nod towards him, "Then it's troublesome! "Thank you!"

Yin Yi snorted at Ye Feng, "Don't thank me, I am giving Qi Weijun face, if not I will not help you out!"

After Qi Weijun heard this, her face immediately flushed. She looked at Yin Yi in a daze, and then thanked him.