Han Buke got out of the car and watched the senior executives of the Liu Group who were traveling with him put away the phone, showing a confident expression on his face.

Han Buke is known as the "Fist God", and his boxing skills are naturally unparalleled. He is famous in the entire martial arts world and defeated Ip Mantian at the martial arts conference. Of course, he did not think that Ip Mantian could defeat him if he used all his strength, after all, he did not use all his strength at that time.

Now he brought his elder Xu Xiaoyu to Yanjing, of course, he had negotiated with the Liu Group and wanted to help them solve the few people around Ye Feng. The Liu Group also knew that the strength of the people around Ye Feng should not be underestimated, so the martial arts people with enough weight must come.

The Divine Fist Han Buke and the Southern Dou Divine Fist Xu Xiaoyu, combined, are enough to kill them all.

Then, Xiao Yue and the others could be forced to sign a kidney-selling treaty, and from then on, Xiao Yue, Ou B, and the people of Blade Technology became the toys of the Liu Group.

Han Buke still felt uncomfortable about this, so he just asked the people from the Liu Group to call Liu Junjun and asked Liu Junjun to come over. He must make the people around Ye Feng the worst.

You should know that Han Zhiwu, the previous Beidou God Fist, was Han Buxia's distant relative. Although he was a distant relative, he was a relative after all, and the genius Luo Feng died at the hands of Ye Feng.

The death of these two people made the Divine Fist Sect fall from the top five in the world to the end of the top ten sects, with great loss of strength.

How can Han Buxiao be willing to let him be?

"Sector, I heard that after Ye Feng jumped off the cliff, the National Security Bureau searched for two days but couldn't find any of them. I think it's better not to do things too well..."

Xu Xiaoyu frowned slightly behind him and said with a little scruple.

This white-bearded old man has always been an old fox. Although he deals with Ye Feng as a hostile person most of the time, he can survive until now, which shows that he is very scheming and has room for everything. As the saying goes, leave a line for everything and meets you in the future...

"Hmph, so what if that's the case?"

Han Buke snorted lightly and sent a message to Xu Xiaoyu: "Two months ago, the Liu Group had already sent people to seek cooperation, but at that time I was afraid that Ye Feng was not dead. Now two months have passed, and that kid can't show up even if he has the means."

"It's hard to say, Master, I think it's better to be more secure."

Xu Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment and continued to persuade him.

"Don't say more!"

Han Buke glared at him: "No matter what, that kid can't suddenly appear in front of us now. What are you afraid of?"

Xu Xiaoyu felt a little uncomfortable when he was scolded by this. He was about to speak out to refute, but the scene he saw was shocked when he looked up.

"Ye, Ye, Ye Feng?"

Xu Xiaoyu raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at a group of people walking across the parking lot.

When Han Buke saw his face change, he was a little surprised. When he heard this, his face changed. He quickly turned around and saw a few people coming from not far away. Who was it Ye Feng?

Those who were traveling with Lin Shiqing, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, a scar man, and the short-haired beauty who appeared at the martial arts conference before!

Han Buke, Xu Xiaoyu and two senior managers of the Liu Group, swallowed the saliva at the same time.

...

Ye Feng smiled faintly, walking towards Han Buke all the way, not timidly, but took steps openly. After all, with his current strength, there is no need to be afraid of opponents at the level of Han Buke.

On the Xixuan Mountain of Tai Chi Hall, Ye Feng's true energy was consumed and almost exhausted, but the Star Tomb Technique he practiced could restore 20% of his true energy every hour, and he could recover it in five hours.

It has been two hours since he went down the mountain, and 40% of his true energy in his body is enough for him to perform a Void Sword Dance to easily kill someone like Han Buke. Under his sword light, the opponent only had one hundred and five years of cultivation and had no possibility of escape.

"Long time no see, Master Han."

Ye Feng said while walking, "I met here so by chance. Are you trying to settle the score with me?"

Han Buke was so blue that he said it.

During the martial arts conference, he saw with his own eyes that the 130-year-old Zhenren Chonghua defeated Ye Feng's hand. No one could see through the sharp and mysterious sword attack. Except for the three hidden people, I'm afraid no one could defeat him.

Han Buke thought that compared to Qizhong Hua Zhenren, his gap was too far, and he had absolutely no chance of winning against Ye Feng, so his face looked so ugly.

"Brother Ye, you misunderstood."

Xu Xiaoyu immediately spoke from the side: "He just came to Yanjing for fun at the invitation of the Liu Group..."

"Elder Xu, why do you have to stand on his side?"

Ye Feng smiled: "As long as the leader Han dies, you will be the next leader of the Divine Fist Sect. What do you think?"

When Xu Xiaoyu heard this, he was a little embarrassed. Before the martial arts conference began, he really had such thoughts and felt that Ye Feng was very strong and enough to be his backer. But when Ye Feng was away in the past two months, he also reduced his hopes for Ye Feng. Even today, he came to Liu's Group and received a bank card worth tens of millions of yuan.

Ye Feng cannot know about this.

Xu Xiaoyu thought to himself and immediately said, "Brother Ye, you are wrong. Our Chinese martial arts world is a family. Why should we be petty when we were making small fuss? However, some people insist on being obsessed with a small hatred, and I, Old Xu, have no choice. So, I followed and persuaded me, didn't persuade me..."

This is undoubtedly saying that Han Buharu is so angry that Han Buharu is so angry.

"Xu Xiaoyu, you are looking for death!"

Han Buxia turned around and cursed angrily.

"Who is seeking death?"

Xu Xiaoyu faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, and his eyes flashed with treacherous eyes, looking at Han Buxia.

"No need to say more nonsense, Elder Xu, oh no, Master Xu, after today, you will be the next leader of the Divine Fist Sect."

Of course, Ye Feng would not let Han Buke go to him, who had a very hatred for him. After he finished speaking, he didn't care about Xu Xiaoyu's reaction. As soon as he urged his true energy, the faint blue sword light flashed instantly.

Void sword technique!

The true air flows, and the blue light flashes.

When two senior managers of the Liu Group saw this, they were already shocked and their legs became weak. Have they ever seen such a strange scene?

A living person actually disappeared from the air like this!

Immediately afterwards, one after another of the faint blue sword energy flashed from Han Buke's side and swept towards him. Faced with such an attack, Han Buke's cultivation for 105 years had no chance of resisting even if the energy in his body condensed into a shield.
Chapter completed!