Of course, there is one type that is the first kind, one that is the second kind, a kind where time is full of whispers, or tossing guns or knives, usually requiring an oath, with everyone using Ye Fengsheng's indifferent gaze, throwing things in their hands onto the ground.

From Ye Fengsheng to now, it seems like not even five minutes have passed. Among the bundles of these two martial arts masters, only over a hundred elites from major sects gathered, declaring a complete defeat.

"It's good for someone like you to die early."

After the cold words, Ye Fengsheng raised his hand, and a bullet enveloped in Spiritual Energy flew towards the brains of the seven bears at ten times the speed.

After the sharp sonic boom, only a loud bang was heard.

The wall behind Xiong Qi suddenly cracked open a large hole, followed by a bloody hole in Xiong Qi's forehead.

Blood slowly formed in the eye socket. On the land of Fanghai City, Xiong Qi attempted to take Ma San's position, dying in front of the brothers who followed him in battles around the world.

Ye Fengsheng was like an innocent person, completely ignoring everything that happened before him. He calmly took out his phone yesterday and dialed Song Jianju's number.

At the same time, he stood up and walked towards a delighted Ding Zhen. With a flick of his finger, the tie opened, and he slightly bowed his head, standing tall, and said, "Are you still moving?"

Ding Zhenqiang nodded desperately, crawling out of the pool of blood, facing the guilt and Ye Feng's voice: "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, I troubled you too much today. I never expected these people to stitch up and harm me!"

"Is it strange?"

Ye Feng looked at him, well-respected: "You people on the road, for your own benefit, what can't you do? If I didn't have the ability to protect myself, would I be speaking to you so well?"

These words were straightforward, after all, people without connections in the world cannot provoke communication. Only after meeting twice can mature people develop. As for how the final relationship develops, we only know why both sides feel something for each other.

A bit embarrassed, Ding Zhen didn't know how to answer for a moment. After all, that's exactly what Ye Fengsheng said. When we first met, we had to execute this person. However, he didn't anticipate that the matter would develop to the current stage.

"Song Jianqu's call is for you to explain what happened here, let him come to handle it, as for these two people!"

Handing the phone to Ding Zhen, Ye Fengsheng's voice glanced diagonally at the ground. The sun drank with them, smacking their lips, how about: "You solve it yourself. I don't want to bother with these flies anymore."

"Alright!"

Ding took the phone, trembling steadily through Ye Feng's voice, looking at Master Sun and another master lying on the ground, their life or death unknown. His eyes were fierce like a hungry wolf.

It was precisely because of these two people that they were forced to live in a department with everything in a mess. They suffered a lot. Now it was easy to find the opportunity to let them go anywhere.

What's wrong with being an inner master? Isn't it dead yet?

After quickly explaining the phone list twice, Ding Zhen left a phrase "meeting novel", and quickly terminated the entire story. He walked towards those two people, approached them, and answered. He picked up the box on the table and handed it to Ye Fengsheng: "Mr. Ye, this is the bounty Xiong Qi offered to these two masters to kill you. You said ten thousand, do you think it's now or should I call you later?"

He was smart enough to know to borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha. After all, this wasn't his money. Besides, it was witnessed by others. If he stole some cash, he would leave a telephone booth. It was better to propose a pleasant request.

Ye Fengsheng wanted to say something. He never thought the phone would ring again. Ding Shi's face showed a regretful expression. After answering the call, he opened his mouth and said, "You haven't finished? I always said you have things to ask later. Now I'm talking to Mr. Ye, can you afford it!"

From the other end of the phone, Song Jianjian's voice seemed a bit cold or an anger hidden in calmness: "Give the phone to Ye Fengsheng, I am looking for him!"

Raising an eyebrow, Ye Fengsheng received the call, unwilling to hear the first sentence, "The Eight Gates are out."

It was when he encountered issues in this area that he let go. On any line outside, he walked out loudly shouting: "I will give you a low price for everything that happened here. If you can't find me, you know the consequences!"

Ding Zhensan pointed to the sky, indicating that no accidents would happen again.

Later, after confirming that Ye Fengsheng had disappeared from visible range, he smiled bitterly, picked up the curved knife on the ground, and walked towards the two so-called "inner masters"…

It was not very early at that time. Yesterday, Ye Fengsheng brought celestial gaze to Song Nanfu, it was time to look at a girl sitting on a park bench. Ye Fengsheng said nothing. Yesterday, she leaned against the shade of a tree, watching from afar.

This was not the first time knowing Song Nanfu's thoughts. Being so late, Ye Fengsheng easily knew what the girl was thinking.

But such intentions, they could not accept, could not accept.

As for Song Nanfu's mood, it was naturally not love. At most, it could be said that he was right in timing and place. He once had a heartbeat. But as a rational person, Ye Fengsheng naturally knew that once he set a marriage contract, he would go back. At that time, it was hard to say what would happen.

Now it's best to pretend not to know what you're coming for, rather than disturb the children greatly.

Maybe it was because the sun was too hot. Cicadas chirped around him for such a short time. Then Song Nanfeng seemed to feel a bit.

As a girl long exposed to social status and position, Song Nanfu knew what kind of emotional outcome would arise when there was a huge identity gap between them. It was for this reason that he ultimately decided to give up the unilateral love that shouldn't have existed in anticipation after these wonderful days.

At this moment, the word inferiority vividly manifested in her, she shouldn't have any connection with him at all.

"You…"!

Ye Feng's voice and language grandly stopped again. He had never seen such a thing and didn't know how to console the girl who looked lonely.

"I'll take you home. Your sister is a bit impatient. Give her a call when she returns."

"No!"

Song Nanfu declined. "I have an appointment with Shen Song for dinner."

Shen Song?

Ye Feng's voice had a bit of beauty, he said, "I'll go with you."

He remembered Shen Song's gaze at Song Nanfu that night. Although he hid it well, some things couldn't be hidden.

"No!"

If it had been in the past, Song Nanfu would have been happy to have Ye Fengsheng's accompaniment, but now…

Song Nanfeng slightly shook her head, responding, "They don't like you. If you go, it will make everyone unhappy."

Then she stood up, walking toward the three-pronged fork ahead under the scorching sky.

Ye Fengsheng remained motionless until Song Nanfeng's figure was about to disappear from sight, then he gazed for a moment, his Spiritual Energy jumped towards Song Nanfeng's broad outline.

As an ancient inheritance, he naturally wouldn't do such a thing as rushing backward, but after all, he couldn't truly rest easy with someone walking alone, it was necessary to provide some means of protection.

He quickly returned to Xu Haishan's house. Ye Fengsheng stepped on the magic circle for a while. With spirits gathering from all directions, he took out the inner core of Lan Hu, taking a ginseng of a hundred years.