Chapter 17 The end of a tree

"Three armies in the south?

Iron-blooded God of War?"

Ye Yongchun looked confused and stayed for a long time before she reacted to check her phone, but she still didn't find any news about the "Iron Blood God of War". She couldn't help but feel angry:

"Sincere, don't bluff in front of me! What kind of iron-blooded war god?

I haven't heard of it.

"I am a policeman, you are a bandit! I am a cat, you are a mouse! My duty is to bring you to justice.

"Don't think that your martial arts are amazing! My Xifeng Ye family is a martial arts family of authentic Wing Chunquan, and there are countless masters with hidden power, especially my grandfather is the president of the Southern National Arts Association!

"He also led troops when he was young, and was a person who was the ruthless person in the North.

"As long as you get your evidence of crime, I will catch you at any time..."

She interrupted her solemnly and deeply: "If it weren't for the face of that old guy Ye Zhennan, you would have been a dead person."

"You dare to call my grandfather's name directly, you are arrogant!"

Ye Yongchun was furious and cursed and pounced on the solemn as a tigress again. However, because her whole right arm was always sore and weak, her movements were very inconsistent, just like a puppet.

"snort!"

He snorted solemnly, raised his foot and strode towards him. His five fingers were like hooks, easily grabbed Ye Yongchun's fist swing, and poured his arms into his arms. He pulled Ye Yongchun like a paper kite and flew over his head, smashing it towards the trunk of the grinder behind him.

With a scream, Ye Yongchun's shoulders fell heavily on the tree.

He succeeded with a solemn blow, and even more mercilessly, he turned around and turned into a fist, and blatantly hit Ye Yongchun in the direction of the tree trunk with a "military fist".

"boom……"

His punch opened and closed, without any fancy, but it was extremely violent. The overflowing punch teared the air and made a dull sound like thunder.

Not only that, his speed was also extremely fast, and his whole body was like a bullet breaking through the air.

It is exactly the highest level that warriors pursue—

Invincible!

Nothing to be done without any speed!

Ye Yongchun, who hit the tree trunk, suddenly saw the solemn iron fist hitting him like a cannonball. He was shocked and almost instinctively begging for mercy and burst into tears.

Thinking about Ye Zhennan's affection, he punched a little. While Ye Yongchun fell to the ground, his domineering punch hit the tree.

"Click..."

Immediately afterwards, with a crisp sound, the trunk as thick as a millstone was pierced through, the crown shaking, and the leaves fell one after another.

When Ye Yongchun, who fell under the tree, saw this scene, she was even more creepy and her heart was shattered.

He looked down at her with a tall body and said in a deep voice:

"Don't investigate me anymore, and don't tell my secrets, otherwise, this tree will be your end!"

After saying that, he turned around and left. His back seemed to be thin, but it gave Ye Yongchun a strange feeling that he was taller than the sky.

As he drove away, the towering tree that he punched through with one punch collapsed like a halve. The originally lush leaves showed signs of yellowness, as if all the vitality was broken by him.

Ye Yongchun was even more shocked and exclaimed in secret:

"He...has he mastered the martial arts master who practiced the hidden power?

This...how is this possible?

"My grandfather was talented and only practiced secret energy at the age of forty.

"As far as I know, Zheng Chong is only twenty-two years old this year, two years younger than me...

"How...how could it be possible to practice dark energy?"

In addition to being shocked, she became more interested in Zheng Chong. She didn't care that her arms and shoulders were injured, and the white sportswear she wore when she left the door was already covered in mud. She quickly got into the car and continued to chase Zheng Chong.

...

Lijia Village outside Xichengmen is an ordinary village under Xifeng City. Because the young people in the village go out to work, only the elderly and children are left behind, it seems particularly deserted.

So, gamblers in Xifeng City chose to gamble in the village.

After all, this kind of "gambling nest" has not yet formed a scale, and there is not even a guard at the entrance of the village. He entered the village solemnly and easily, and he could tell where Wen Ping'an was.

But the million-dollar luxury car he drove was too dazzling and attracted a lot of attention as soon as he entered the village. When he got off the car, more than a dozen young men dyed their hair colorfully, and young men with tattoos flocked to them.

The leader of the yellow-haired man said flatteringly: "Boss, who introduced you?"

He is very tall and surrounded by a group of young people, he looks extremely outstanding, as if he stands out in a flock of chickens. In addition, he is a raw face and wears sunglasses and a mask, which is extremely mysterious, so Huangmao asks questions.

He looked at the small bungalow that was closed not far away and said solemnly: "I'll look for Wen Ping'an."

"oh?"

Huangmao's eyes lit up and she said in a more pleasing tone: "Are you the young master of Zhou from the Great Zhou family?"

"I heard from Uncle An that you are his son-in-law and you gave him the big villa he lives in."

Since moving into Villa No. 28 in Yaochi Tiangong, Wen Ping'an's tail has risen. Not to mention the solemnity in the wheelchair, he doesn't even look down on Jiang Chuwen. He tells everyone that Zhou Mingrui of the Great Zhou family likes his daughter and is his future son-in-law.

Coincidentally, the license plate of this luxury car that was solemnly opened starts with the word "Yan" in Yanbei City, no wonder Huangmao and the others would recognize the wrong person.

Zhengzhongzhengzheng was worried that there was no suitable identity to hide his eyes and ears. Seeing that Huangmao and others were respectful to him, he nodded without saying a word.

Huangmao and others had no doubts at all, and quickly took Wen Ping'an solemnly.

At this time, Wen Ping'an was playing mahjong. The three people at the same table with him were filled with red banknotes, but there was no penny in front of him. Moreover, looking at him looking worried, he obviously had a lot of luck and lost a lot of money.

"I find out that the whole family is 800 yuan, and I will give you money..."

Suddenly, the bald strong man "Zhang Dapeng" sitting opposite Wen Ping'an shouted and overturned his card.

Wen Pingan touched his pocket and said with a bitter face: "Brother Dapeng, can you owe a handful?"

Zhang Dapeng was immediately dissatisfied and said viciously:

"Lao An, why don't you say you owe me a handful of thousands of dollars yesterday?"

Wen Ping'an shrank his neck and said, "Brother Dapeng, I'm too lucky today and I lost more than 20,000 yuan in capital and profit..."

"Bang!"

With a sudden slap on the table, Zhang Dapeng said in a more vicious tone: "No! Give the money immediately! Otherwise, I will let you break your legs!"

"this……"

Wen Ping'an was so scared that he almost drilled into the bottom of the table.

The middle-aged woman sitting on his right hand with heavy makeup pulled his arm like a coquettish person and said in a coquettish manner:

"Oh, Brother An, it's just eight hundred yuan, are you there?

"Your daughter is the chairman of Fenghua Group, and her son-in-law is Zhou Shao, who is rich and rich in Zhou's family. Isn't it enough to call them and ask them to transfer you 30,000 or 50,000 yuan?"

Wen Ping'an couldn't say anything about his suffering. After all, he had a bad relationship with Wen Xinyi since he was released from prison. Wen Xinyi had never even called him his father.

As for the young master Zhou who sent him a villa, he only heard of his name and did not see him. Although he always boasted that Young Master Zhou was his future son-in-law, he didn't even know the other party's name.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, because the only person he could think of at this time was the solemnity in the wheelchair.

"Although that disabled person is not reliable, he has hundreds of thousands given by Xinyi in his hand, which is true!

"If I call him and lied to him and said I could consider his marriage with Xinyi, maybe he would be willing to pay the money to honor me..."

After making up his mind, Wen Ping'an quickly took out his cell phone.

Because he was worried that Zhang Dapeng would hit him at any time, he seemed very nervous, but in desperation, he took out the solemn old mobile phone.

He didn't think much about it, and put the phone on the mahjong table, and then reached out to look for it in his pocket.

However, after a sudden look at the old phone that he had used solemnly, Zhang Dapeng's pupils shrank suddenly and exclaimed:

"Lao An, where did your phone come from?

Can you sell it to me?

I...I'll pay three thousand dollars!"
Chapter completed!