Ye Feng couldn't remember what happened last night at all, so he heard Ye Tiannan smile and say:

"Feng'er, grandpa should have asked you to have a good rest for a few days, but you are different now. Don't be lazy. Come on, from today on, you can practice the martial arts of our Ye family's own sect well."

"Ye Feng, you have to study hard... I will supervise you in the future..."

Somehow, Ye Zhiyang said halfway to Ye Feng, and his face turned slightly red.

"Sister Zhiyang, are you okay?"

"I...I'll prepare breakfast for you..." After saying that, Ye Zhiyang couldn't stay there and ran away.

At this time, Ye Feng finally saw his master clearly.

Coincidentally, the avatar displayed at the same moment on the order of the escort looked exactly the same as the big man behind Ye Tiannan who was smiling at him.

"Hehe. Sir, don't be lazy, I won't be polite to you!"

Sun Yang touched his oily head that had not been washed for several days and looked at Ye Feng with great joy.

Damn it!

Is an ordinary bodyguard really such a frustration?

It turned out to be Sun Yang, his own person?

As expected, I have not escaped the curse of African destiny!

"Dee! The escort team system is officially opened, with escort: Sun Yang."

Level: 21 (Ordinary Martial Artist)

Attack power: 400

Speed ​​value: 40

Health: 1200

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Practice: Ye's sword technique, flying flowers and treading leaves

"Ordinary Martial Artist?!"

Ye Feng looked at the introduction of the qualifications of the corpses on the interface, and felt very bad.

According to his current combat effectiveness, an ordinary martial artist would only be a three-brick thing.

Grandpa has chosen many choices, but it is too cripple for him to give himself such a master, right?

"Okay, Feng'er, you can learn hard with your master."

Ye Tiannan looked at Sun Yang and Ye Feng with relief.

His grandson, starting today, is finally on the right path!

After saying that, the old man left.

Ye Feng looked at Ye Tiannan's back, and his heart was like a green grassland and galloping on thousands of horses.

Sun Yang can't even beat the traitor Song Changqing, what can he teach?

Sun Yang looked at Ye Feng, remembering the momentum he threw and flicked yesterday, and felt a little faint.

But then I thought about it, the young master of the martial arts qualifications, and the general master of the master of the master of the master of the mantra, was simply a scumbag!

He couldn't figure out the name of Ye Feng's flying brick technique, but one thing is certain that he was still qualified to teach the martial arts of the Ye family, otherwise he would not have been kissed by the general escort.

"Well, little umbrella, I have a few words to emphasize before class."

Sun Yang took two steps behind his hands, holding his posture, and then continued.

"Since you have said that you want to change your appearance and become a new person, then when you learn martial arts with me, you must put away all your laziness and laziness before and study hard, so that you can be worthy of Wu PaoTou and those dead brothers."

After Sun Yang finished speaking, his eyes turned and he secretly glanced at the young dart head.

Ye Feng looked up and down at Sun Yang, and his mouth seemed to be a little smirk.

"Teacher Sun, let's fight first."

"You? No, you are now the treasure of our escort agency's store, I can't hurt you!"

Sun Yang took two steps back, as if he was afraid that he would hurt Ye Feng by chance.

Ye Feng had a black line like a waterfall. He approached two steps forward, looking at him with a smile:

"I mean, let's first discuss it. You can see if I am qualified to be your apprentice. I will also see if your strength can be taught me."

"This...well."

Sun Yang reluctantly agreed.

In fact, after Ye Feng used the flying brick magic skill yesterday, he has been very curious.

If he could experience it personally, it would be fine. In his opinion, Ye Feng's ability to defeat Song Changqing was completely the first sneak attack, destroying Song Changqing's combat power, and he would not be afraid of facing him head-on.

Seeing that he agreed, Ye Feng walked to the center of the yard without looking back.

"Come on bricks!"

Before he finished speaking, a bright red brick was already in Ye Feng's hands.

Sun Yang took out the Yanhuan knife from General Wu's head and waved his backhand.

Zheng!

A cold light flashed across the blade.

"Don't worry, I'll stop until I click, and I won't hurt you."

"hehe."

Without saying a word, Ye Feng threw out the brick in his hand. The brick drew a red arc in the air, which was much faster than the previous speed.

Sun Yang waved his long sword and slashed the front.

Bang!

The bricks were broken and splashed.

But Sun Yang was shocked to take more than ten steps back, his face covered with red bricks, and his expression was astonished as if he was stunned.

It was obviously just an ordinary brick, but after throwing it over, it was so powerful that it almost cracked his mouth.

This young man...so terrifying?!

Before he could figure it out, he flew over and threw it over again.

Bang!

Damn it!

Young escort, we are having a conversation!!

Sun Yang rolled sideways and almost avoids it. The bricks rubbed past his forehead and cut off a strand of his hair.

"Damn, I have little hair. Can you pay attention to it if you have a little umbrella!"

Sun Yang's energy exploded, and he couldn't help but burst into thick.

Ye Feng threw a brick in his hand and couldn't help laughing:

"Just just these two tricks, it may be a little difficult to be my master, right?"

"You! I want to convince you today!"

Sun Yang was agitated by him and no longer had any scruples. He held the knife and set off his posture.

Whoosh!

Another red light flashed by.

Half an hour later, there were always strange whooshing sounds and banging sounds in the yard.

And the wardrobe leader Sun Yang shouted and cursed:

"Damn, little umbrella, how many fucking bricks do you have?"

"Sir, please stop. We are arguing, not a life-threatening fight!"

"Oh, damn, my head is not iron-clad!"

...

Sun Yang was smashed for half an hour. Although he avoided or shattered most of the bricks, many were thrown on him, making him in a mess.

"Young escort, I have the intention to let you do it. You have to be willing to do it. On the first day I became a master, and the yard was filled with my wailings. When it was heard, I had no shame to see someone..."

"Stop moji, while your forehead has not opened, quickly split it up and down!"

Ye Feng weighed the bricks in his hand.

He is the one who doesn't use all his strength at all. Otherwise, if he can fly bricks with both hands with all his strength, even Song Changqing will not be his opponent, let alone Sun Yang.

He wanted to compete with Sun Yang, but on the one hand, he naturally wanted to let the other party retreat, and he also wanted to train himself more in actual combat, especially he knew clearly that his brick-flying technique had a fatal weakness, that is, he could not get close to him.

And now he wants to prove this in Sun Yang.

Opposite, Sun Yang's eyes were red when he was stimulated by Ye Feng's words, and he growled:

"Since that's the case, I can only use my ultimate skill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the ground and tapped a few lightly, and suddenly his figure turned into several heavy shadows, making people clear about the reality and reality.

Immediately afterwards, a whoosh!

Before Ye Feng could see clearly, Sun Yang had already rushed to him and slashed Ye Feng's forehead with a knife.

With one finger, just one finger was missing, and Ye Feng's head was cut in half.

"Young Master, you lost." Sun Yang took back his long knife, and his old face covered with bricks was proud.
Chapter completed!