Urban Madness

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A Chinese? !

Upon hearing this, both Deng Jiaojiao and Yang Yuwei showed incredible expressions on their faces.

It's not that they look down on the Huaxia people, but this is in the Wa country, the level of arrogance of the Yelang people in the country, and the fight against the Koreans.

They only kneel and lick Western countries, and have always been dismissive of China.

But this time, the Japanese royal family came forward to host a banquet in person.

If what Wen Zilun said is true, what a noble existence is that mysterious Chinese man?

"Could it be... is the number one leader here?" Deng Jiaojiao said tremblingly.

"Impossible!" Yang Yuwei shook her head, and said: "Such a big man has already been on the news when visiting the country of Japan. It must be the standard for a state banquet, and it is never possible to hold a banquet privately!"

"Young Master Wen, do you know who that big man is?" Deng Jiaojiao asked quickly.

"Hey...Jiaojiao, if you kiss me, I will tell you!" Wen Zilun teased.

"Oh! I hate it! There are so many people here, how embarrassed you are~" Although Deng Jiaojiao said no, she still pressed her red lips and chirped on Wen Zilun's cheek.

"Hahaha..." Wen Zilun laughed and said: "Is the Japanese imperial family banqueting this time, a Chinese warrior?"

"Martial artist? Is it the kind of martial arts master who flies over the wall?" Deng Jiaojiao asked in doubt.

According to her knowledge, no matter how powerful the martial artist is, at best, he will open a martial arts hall and be a bodyguard for the rich, how can he be so valued by the Japanese imperial family?

"Jiaojiao, the martial artist I'm talking about is different from what you think! Do you know the big movement on Mount Fuji a few days ago?" Wen Zilun said mysteriously.

"Mount Fuji? Shao Wen, do you mean that Mount Fuji was hit by a meteorite from the sky, and it was directly shorter than a hundred meters?" Deng Jiaojiao asked rhetorically.

"Haha..." Wen Zilun sneered: "Any meteorite from the outside world is made up by the media to whitewash the peace and deceive people! Tell you-the reason why Mount Fuji is a hundred meters short is actually because of the Chinese warrior who stabbed him forcibly Broken!"

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As soon as this remark came out, it was like a muffled thunder that exploded in the ears of Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao.

The faces of the two women showed incredible expressions. They thought they had auditory hallucinations, and couldn't believe their ears.

After a long while, Yang Yuwei took the lead to recover, and stammered: "Wen...Wen Shao, are you kidding me?"

"Huh! Do you think I'm lying?" Wen Zilun said gloomily.

"No, no! I'm not questioning you, but it's incredible!"

"Here, you can see it!" Wen Zilun said, took out his phone and opened a video.

Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao hurried forward.

The video is very blurry and the pixels are extremely low. You can barely see two figures floating in the sky, like nine gods, in a fierce battle.

The earth is shaking, the sky is overwhelmed, and the world is apocalyptic. You can still see Mount Fuji below.

This scene of fierce battle has caused an unprecedented visual impact on the two women.

"hiss!"

The two women inhaled air-conditioning at the same time, and their bodies were shaken. If they were shocked, their worldview was about to be subverted.

In their eyes, the video records the great war, which is even more exaggerated than science fiction movies!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have imagined such a terrifying existence in the world!

Seeing the shocking appearance of the two women, Wen Zilun looked proud and continued: "Not only that, that Chinese warrior also defeated the legendary Sword Sage Gen Musashi of the Japanese Kingdom. Because of this, the Japanese royal family made a special trip to entertain him!"

His tone was full of pride.

Ye Fan crushed the Japanese martial arts world with an invincible posture. Invisibly, many Chinese merchants who did business in the Japanese kingdom had a rising status.

With the Wen family's assets, it was originally far from qualified to participate in this level of dinner. This time Wen Zilun was able to come, it can be said that Ye Fan's light.

Suddenly, Deng Jiaojiao asked, "Young Master Wen, do you know the name of that peerless master?"

Wen Zilun's eyes drenched when he heard the words, his head held high, and he said in a reverent and admired voice: "That master is called—"

"Ye--Bei--Chen!"

Wen Zilun deliberately prolonged his tone, full of momentum, and in the end, he turned his head and turned his eyes to Ye Fan.

Seeing this, Ye Fan was a little surprised, and said in his heart: Did he recognize his identity?

However, in the next moment, Wen Zilun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, sketching a sardonic smile, and said in a strange manner: "Yuwei, your friend is also surnamed Ye? Hey... the same surname is Ye, the difference between this person , Why is it so big?"

Although he didn't say any swear words, the sarcasm was like killing with a soft knife.

Feeling the hostility in his tone, Yang Yuwei's face next to her was not very good, for fear that Ye Fan would be angry.

However, with Ye Fan's current status, how can he be angry because of a clown like Wen Zilun?

Invisibly, Ye Fan revealed an indifferent temperament, as if he had read through the vicissitudes of the world, and no one could enter the sky.

Perceiving this special temperament, a strange color flashed in Yang Yuwei's beautiful eyes.

In the past few years, she has seen many big men and women in the modeling circle. No one has been detached like Ye Fan. Compared with the superficial and rich second generation like Wen Zilun, she is obviously far behind.

Suddenly, Deng Jiaojiao asked curiously: "By the way, Shao Wen, this video is too vague. Do you know what Ye Beichen looks like?"

Wen Zilun heard this and thought for a moment and said: "Although I haven't seen the master with my own eyes, I heard from others that he is more than two meters tall, with a big waist and a round waist, a lion nose and tiger beak, blue fangs, and his eyes are as big as a copper bell. Staring can scare people to death!"

"Puff!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the venue, which seemed particularly abrupt.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

In the next moment, several people turned their heads, looking along the source of the laughter, and found that the person who made the laughter was Ye Fan who had been silent before.

Deng Jiaojiao pointed to Ye Fan's nose and cursed: "Boy, what are you laughing at when Shao Wen is talking? Do you look down on Shao Wen or that peerless master?"

Wen Zilun was also furious, and his long and narrow eyes stared at Ye Fan fiercely, bursting out with the gloomy light of a jackal.

In fact, Ye Fan didn't laugh on purpose, but couldn't help it.

As the so-called three people become tigers, it is rumored to be false.

I don’t know where Wen Zilun heard the rumors, what are the lion-nosed and tiger-mouthed beaks, the blue-faced fangs, the stare at death...

Is this treating him as a beast?

On the other hand, seeing that Ye Fan had been silent and did not answer, Wen Zilun was already hostile to him, and now it is more like grabbing the handle, and angrily said: "Boy, I just took you into the banquet because of Yuwei's face , You not only don’t know how to be grateful, but you sing against me, it’s totally unreasonable! Get out of here!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan did not move, rooting under his feet, still standing on the spot, treating his words as wind in his ears.

Because of being ignored, Wen Zilun became even more angry and intensified: "Smelly boy, why are you still not leaving? Do you want to lean like a pug? Then I have to call a security guard!"

"Noisy!"

Ye Fan let out a cold snort, and then a bit of cold light flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, Wen Zilun's hairs stood up, as if being stripped off, his naked alder body was exposed to the ice and snow, and the blood and soul in his body were frozen together.

After a while, Ye Fan reduced his breath, and Wen Zilun came back to his senses. His face was pale and bloodless, and his vest was soaked in cold sweat, as if walking before a ghost gate.

"What happened just now? Why can this stinky boy bring me such a lot of pressure? An illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Wen Zilun thought this in his heart, taking two steps back subconsciously, as if Ye Fan was a terrifying beast.

But this scene fell in the eyes of Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao, but it was a bit strange, they had no idea what happened.

"Sao Wen, are you okay!" Deng Jiaojiao asked concerned.

Wen Zilun waved his hand, took a long sigh of relief, and forced himself to calm down, but he still had lingering fears, and he no longer dared to show off against Ye Fanyao.

At this moment, an unscrupulous male voice sounded behind him:

"Oh! Isn't this Xiao Wen? Tsk tsk...there are two other little beauties around?"