Ye Feng inadvertently looked at the Mercedes-Benz in the distant street, snorted coldly, and was about to leave.

"Hey, you can't leave." A young man who was ignorant of life and death stood up behind Ma Rulong and blocked Ye Feng, trying to show off in front of the young master, but was slapped back to the back row by Ma Rulong.

When Ye Feng approached Ma Rulong, he whispered: "Go back and tell your father Ma Qiuli, and he said Ye Feng would visit Hongmen within three days." Then he left a special smile for Lin Cangao.

When Ma Rulong heard Ye Feng's name, he felt strange at first, and thought that the name sounded familiar. Later, after he remembered that the person who would duel here tomorrow was Ye Feng, he sat down on the ground with his legs weak.

The competition was about to compete tomorrow. Ye Feng tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, so he simply put on his clothes and ran out.

It was late at night and there was no figure on the edge of the West Lake. Ye Feng smiled slightly, jumped over to a wooden boat, lay on it, and let it go with the flow.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Ye Feng was full of thoughts and couldn't help but feel that in the vast world, no matter how strong a person is, he is just a drop in the ocean. It would be better to find an ordinary person to live a simple life. But now he is at the forefront of the storm. Will this world allow him to live such a life?

Before he knew it, Ye Feng closed his eyes, and even he himself didn't know that the stable true energy in his dantian began to flow, and he naturally entered into meditation. He just felt that he was soaring between heaven and earth, free and without any pressure.

The sun slowly rose from the east, and the first ray of dawn hit Ye Feng's face. Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes and shot out a ray of light.

"You're awake." A middle-aged man stood proudly on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, wearing a blue shirt and cloth, with long hair shawls flying freely in the wind, and his expression was lonely, as if no one in the world could move him, like a god.

"You are here." Ye Feng stood up and said calmly, as if the person in front of him was just an ordinary person, not a powerful opponent he was about to face, neither humble nor arrogant.

"In the three-year agreement, I, Bailong, will naturally keep my word. I wonder if Ming Xiaoyue is by your side?"

Ye Feng really didn't expect that the Bailong in front of him would ask him about Ming Xiaoyue's news. His first reaction was, "He is disturbing my mind." Ye Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the painful longing in his heart, and said calmly: "Xiaoyue has nothing to do with you."

Bai Long seemed to be surprised by Ye Feng's concentration and said slowly: "Fortunately, I made a three-year agreement with you. If you give you another two years, your strength will be much higher than mine, which makes me unable to match it."

While speaking, the shore of West Lake was surrounded by people. Every place seemed to be divided according to the power of each family. Feng Yang was standing in the center in the best viewing position. This also proves a problem. No matter how strong an individual is, it will never be a big deal. With a huge organization all over the world as the backstage, that person is the most powerful person. Otherwise, how could so many people want to be emperors?

Feng Ye and Leng Yuhan stood beside Feng Yang, and there was also a man with unknown identity. His face was as sharp as a knife, and his body was emitting a righteous spirit, and his aura was comparable to Feng Ye. However, he had been looking at Feng Ye with affection, and Feng Ye's eyes never left Ye Feng's figure on the wooden boat in West Lake. This made the man look at Ye Feng a little unkind.

"Where is your sword?" Ye Feng asked to Bai Long's back.

In the past twenty years since his debut, there are not more than ten people who know that he is good at using swords, but he was not moved by Ye Feng's knowledge that he is a master in swordsmanship and said calmly: "The sword is here."

“Where?”

"Where it should be." There are people in the world who know that he is good at using swords, but none of them know where his sword is.

After hearing this, Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth, and the momentum on his body burst out and said coldly: "Let's start."

The producer of Tai Chi late-production is a set of boxing techniques based on the Benevolence and Taoism, but Ye Feng knows not only Tai Chi. After careful consideration, Ye Feng decided to take the initiative. After judging, he jumped to a height of seven or eight meters on the lake. Ye Feng jumped up completely with his own jumping force. The huge reaction force caused one side of the ship to sink instantly, but the other side fell, causing huge splashes of water on the water. While Ye Feng jumped up, Bai Long also left the wooden boat, but his jumping speed was far faster than Ye Feng's speed. When he just jumped two or three meters, Ye Feng had already started to fall, and with gravity, he stepped on Bai Long.

Because his body was in the air, Bailong was inconvenient to dodge, so he could only take Ye Feng's kick.

When his fists and Ye Feng's feet were about to touch, he felt a huge pressure. He was surprised by Ye Feng's explosive power and quickly fell towards the lake. When he touched the water surface, Bailong turned around and hit the water surface, and flashed towards the shore on one side. Ye Feng had already stood on the wooden boat again. For the first time in the fight, Ye Feng did not understand how deep Bailong's strength was, nor did he see the characteristics of Bailong's moves. However, he vaguely felt that Bailong already knew that his external skills were strong and lacked great speed in his internal skills.

What Bai Long thought in his heart was just like Ye Feng's guess, repeatedly thinking about strategies to respond to the enemy, but he had no choice. It was too difficult to practice external skills to such an extent. Although it was very limited to practicing external skills, Ye Feng's ability is now the same as himself.

The sun slowly rose higher and higher, but neither Ye Feng of the wooden boat nor Bai Long on the shore moved, and no one on the sidelines said anything. He looked quietly at Ye Feng of the wooden boat and Bai Long on the shore, for fear of missing a little bit of the link.

The breeze blows through the treetops and the lake surface, and the frequency of the ripples and leaves swings is the same.

The wind became heavier and the white dragon suddenly moved and flew towards the forest in the distance. Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth and chased towards the white dragon.

This incident shocked everyone watching the game.

Several figures flew out of the field and chased after Ye Feng and Bai Long left. Feng Ye frowned when he saw it and chased after those figures. Leng Yuhan and the young man who had been standing beside Feng Ye also chased after him.

On a clearing in the forest, Ye Feng and Bai Long had already fought fiercely, with fists intertwined and unable to fight. The two of them were extremely fast, leaving behind afterimages, making sounds of breaking through the air.
Chapter completed!