Thinking Ye Feng was joking with her, Lu Qingqing's eyes flashed with a teasing smile: "Okay, don't default on your debt, if you win money, you must give it to me."
"Of course I, Ye Feng, keep my word. If you don't believe me, record what I said as evidence."
"That's not necessary. I'm not afraid of you defaulting on your debt. If you dare to default on your debt, I'll go ask Sister Yi Xue for the money."
"I'm really impressed by you guys. Each one is smarter than the other."
The taxi drove to the entrance of the golfing friends' hotel, and Ye Feng and Lu Qingqing got out of the car.
A tall shadow blocked Ye Feng's way. Lin Xiong, the Iron Fist, stood on the sidewalk outside the hotel, staring at Ye Feng fiercely.
A powerful murderous intent pressed down on him like a mountain.
Lu Qingqing had some skills, but with her yellow-level ancient martial arts skills, she felt suffocated when facing a heaven-level martial artist.
Ye Feng gently held her hand, and her stress instantly disappeared. She took a deep breath and smiled.
Having Ye Feng around makes her feel safe.
Iron Fist Lin Xiong arrived at the golfing hotel earlier than Ye Feng. He had already asked the front desk and knew that Ye Feng had not returned to the hotel, so he waited outside the hotel for a while.
After Ye Feng got off the car, he recognized at a glance that Ye Feng was the young man in the photo.
Lin Xiong did not feel the strength of Ye Feng's internal force, because Zhu Sanpao said that the other party was an ancient warrior. He thought he had made a mistake, so he asked: "Are you Ye Feng?"
Ye Feng felt Lin Xiong's inner strength at the Heavenly Level. Although Ye Feng's strength far exceeded that of the Heavenly Level and he looked down on Lin Xiong, it was not easy to find an ancient warrior at the Heavenly Level among the common people. They were extremely rare.
I didn't expect that young master Pig could actually be promoted to the Heavenly Level. No wonder that guy is so domineering in Jiangnan City.
Ye Feng replied with a smile: "I am Ye Feng, were you sent by Prince Zhu?"
Lin Xiong's gaze rested on Lu Qingqing's plump breasts and slender jade-like thighs, and he couldn't help swallowing.
Generally, those who practice ancient martial arts will abstain from sex and not touch women in order to practice and improve their skills, so as to avoid losing their energy. However, over time, the more they suppress their desire, the more it will rebound.
Lin Xiong is in his forties. In order to become a heavenly-level ancient warrior, he has practiced very hard and has never had a girlfriend. The desire in his body has always been suppressed. When he saw Lu Qingqing, she was exactly the type of pure and mature lady he has always liked, and he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart.
"You dare to laugh, kid? You hit our Master Zhu, you are dead. I'll give you a chance. Let your girlfriend stay with me for one night. If you kneel down and beg me, I can spare your life."
"Oh, that's so easy, thank you. But first of all, my girlfriend won't let me do it. Second, it's not me who will die, it's you who will die. You should kneel down and beg me, and I might spare your life."
Puff, Lin Xiong couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect that a young man who didn't even have internal strength would dare to say that in front of him, this is just courting death.
He raised his huge, hammer-like fist and shook it in front of Ye Feng, then punched Ye Feng.
He didn't use his full strength in this punch. Facing a young man like this, even if he was an ancient warrior, he could be at best a yellow-level warrior, and it would be good if he could be a black-level ancient warrior at most.
That punch was as fast as lightning and as powerful as a thousand pounds.
Lin Xiong suddenly felt that his fist was blocked by a great force. He looked at Ye Feng in surprise, and saw that Ye Feng used his index finger to hold down Lin Xiong's big fist that was like a hammer.
That was not just an ordinary finger, but one that contained divine power and could perform the Four Strikes of the King of Thailand and the Finger that could pierce through stone.
Water drops can wear away a stone, and millions of divine powers are concentrated in one finger.
Lin Xiong gritted his teeth. He was extremely shocked. Although he could not feel Ye Feng's internal strength, he could not block the power contained in that finger.
He was secretly shocked. Could it be that the opponent's strength was beyond what he could anticipate, so he couldn't sense how much strength he had
How could he know that what was in Ye Feng's body was not internal energy at all, but the divine power of the bloodline of the ancient gods.
He didn't believe his eyes and punched again with all his strength.
Boom! This punch created a violent gust of wind. Similarly, with just one finger, Ye Feng easily blocked the big fist.
How is that possible? I am an ancient martial artist at the heavenly level. Even if the opponent is extremely powerful, it is impossible for him to block my fists with his fingers every time.
In front of Ye Feng's smile, Lin Xiong felt powerless. As a heavenly-level ancient warrior, he could crack a five-inch steel plate with one punch, but his fist could not advance even an inch in front of Ye Feng.
More than ten punches were thrown in a row, and it only took a blink of an eye. Lin Xiong became more and more terrified as he fought.
"who are you?"
He felt that Di Yefeng was definitely not the kind of young man who had just debuted and knew some ancient martial arts as Zhu Sanpao said. This kind of calmness and composure could only be possessed by a master-level expert.
"I told you, my name is Ye Feng."
"Impossible, how can an ordinary young man have such determination and skills? Do you know how to disguise yourself or use makeup?"
Ye Feng sneered, and his fingers strengthened with divine power. An invisible divine power pierced through the stone and pointed out suddenly.
"Big guy, if you feel you can't do it, just go away and find someone who can beat me."
Boom! A wave of air spread out in all directions, and Lin Xiong felt as if his left fist had hit an iron nail. A piercing pain went through his hand bones and went straight into the deep of his bone marrow. He covered his hand with his hands and screamed in pain.
With his fist, he could knock down anything, not to mention nails, even bullets. However, Ye Feng's finger was more powerful than a bullet. It not only shattered his hand bones, but also pierced the meridians in his left hand.
He is nicknamed Iron Fist, not only because of his hard fists, but also because of the strong internal force in his body. When poured into his fists and released, a powerful defensive aura is formed on the surface of his fists, making his fists as hard as iron.
Once the blood vessels are pierced, the internal force cannot be transferred to the fist, and the iron fist is no different from an ordinary fist.
Lin Xiong held his trembling fists, with a look of horror in his eyes: "Who are you?"
Even the sect leader Yue Zhuoqun might not have the ability to destroy his iron fist with just one finger. Only the few remaining elders in Taiyi Sect have such strength.
"You are such an idiot. I didn't tell you my name. My name is Ye Feng."
Ye Feng's name flashed quickly in Lin Xiong's mind. It seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard of or seen it. He knew that Ye Feng was definitely not an unknown person.
Ye Feng thrust out another finger, and Lin Xiong dodged and retreated violently, but was hit on the right shoulder by Ye Feng's stone-piercing finger, and he could not lift his arm immediately.
Lin Xiong looked absent-minded, trying to figure out where he had heard of the name Ye Feng.