Hearing this, Deng Jiaojiao and Yang Yuwei had incredible expressions on their faces.
It's not that they look down on the Chinese people, but in the Japanese country, the Japanese people are as arrogant as the Koreans.
They only lick Western countries and have always looked down upon China.
But this time, the Japanese royal family personally hosted the banquet.
If what Wen Zilun said is true, what a noble being that mysterious Chinese man must be?
"Could it be... that Chief No. 1 is here?" Deng Jiaojiao asked tremblingly.
"Impossible!" Yang Yuwei shook her head and said: "The visit of such a big shot to the Japanese country has long been in the news. It must be a state banquet. It is absolutely impossible to hold a banquet in private!"
"Young Master Wen, do you know who that big shot is?" Deng Jiaojiao asked quickly.
"Hehe... Jiaojiao, just kiss me and I will tell you!" Wen Zilun teased.
"Oh! I hate it! There are so many people here, how can you be so embarrassed~" Although Deng Jiaojiao said no, she still pursed her red lips and gave Wen Zilun a smack on the cheek.
"Hahaha..." Wen Zilun burst into laughter and said, "The Japanese royal family is hosting a Chinese warrior this time?"
"Martial artist? Are you the kind of martial arts master who can fly over the roof and walk over walls?" Deng Jiaojiaohu asked.
Based on her understanding, no matter how powerful a martial artist is, he can only open a martial arts gym and serve as a bodyguard for the rich. How could he be so valued by the Japanese royal family?
"Jiaojiao, the warrior I'm talking about is different from what you imagined! Do you know the big movement on the top of Mount Fuji a few days ago?" Wen Zilun said mysteriously.
"The top of Mount Fuji? Mr. Wen, are you talking about the incident where Mount Fuji was hit by a meteorite and became more than a hundred meters shorter?" Deng Jiaojiao asked rhetorically.
"Haha..." Wen Zilun sneered: "What extraterrestrial meteorites are made up by the media to whitewash the peace and deceive people! Let me tell you - the reason why Mount Fuji is a hundred meters shorter is actually because it was chopped by that Chinese warrior.
Broken!"
…
As soon as these words came out, it was like a muffled thunder exploding in the ears of Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao.
The two women had expressions of disbelief on their faces. They thought they were hearing hallucinations and couldn't believe their ears.
After a long while, Yang Yuwei came back to her senses first and asked stammeringly: "Wen... Mr. Wen, are you kidding?"
"Hmph! Do you think I'm lying?" Wen Zilun said gloomily.
"No, no, no! I'm not questioning you, but this is incredible!"
"Here, you will know after you take a look!" Wen Zilun said, took out his mobile phone and opened a video.
Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao quickly came forward.
The video is very blurry and the pixels are extremely low. Only two human figures can be barely seen, floating high in the sky, like gods in the sky, engaged in a fierce battle.
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, the sky collapsed, and it was an apocalyptic scene. You could still faintly see Mount Fuji below.
These scenes of fierce fighting had an unprecedented visual impact on the two women.
"hiss!"
The two women gasped at the same time, their delicate bodies shook violently, as if they were being shocked by electricity, and their worldview was about to be overturned.
In their eyes, the unprecedented battle recorded in the video is simply more exaggerated than a science fiction movie!
If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you would never have imagined that there was such a terrifying thing in the world!
Seeing the shocked looks of the two women, Wen Zilun looked proud and continued: "Not only that, the Chinese warrior also defeated the legendary Japanese swordsman Gen Musashi. Because of this, the Japanese royal family made a special trip to entertain him with a banquet!"
His tone was full of pride.
Ye Fan crushed the Japanese martial arts world with his invincible appearance. Invisibly, the status of many Chinese businessmen doing business in the Japanese country also rose.
With the wealth of the Wen family, it was far from enough to qualify for a banquet of this level. Wen Zilun's ability to come this time could be said to be thanks to Mark's favor.
Suddenly, Deng Jiaojiao asked: "Mr. Wen, do you know the name of that peerless master?"
When Wen Zilun heard this, his eyes sharpened, he held his head high, and said in a respectful and worshipful voice: "That master's name is——"
"Ye-Bei-Chen!"
Wen Zilun deliberately prolonged his tone and was full of momentum. At the end, he turned his head and focused his attention on Mark.
Ye Fan was a little surprised when he saw this, and thought to himself: Did he recognize his identity?
However, the next moment, the corners of Wen Zilun's mouth slightly raised, outlining a sarcastic smile, and said in a strange tone: "Yuwei, your friend is also named Ye, right? Hey... they both have the same surname of Ye. There is a huge gap between people.
, why is it so big?”
Although he didn't say any bad words, his sarcasm was like killing someone with a soft knife.
Feeling the hostility in his tone, Yang Yuwei's face next to her didn't look very good, for fear that Ye Fan would be angry.
However, with Ye Fan's current status, how could he be angry with a clown like Wen Zilun?
Invisibly, Ye Fan revealed an indifferent temperament, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and no one in the sky or on earth could see him.
Sensing this special temperament, Yang Yuwei's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange color.
In the past few years, she has met many big shots in the modeling circle, but no one has ever been as detached as Ye Fan. Compared with a superficial rich second generation like Wen Zilun, she is obviously far behind.
Suddenly, Deng Jiaojiao asked curiously: "By the way, Mr. Wen, this video is too blurry. Do you know what Ye Beichen looks like?"
After hearing this, Wen Zilun thought for a moment and said: "Although I have not seen that master with my own eyes, I heard from others that he is more than two meters tall, with big arms and a round waist, a lion's nose and a tiger's mouth, a green face and fangs, and eyes as big as copper bells.
Just staring can scare people to death!"
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the venue, which seemed particularly abrupt.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The next moment, several people turned their heads and looked at the source of the laughter. They found that the person who laughed was none other than Ye Fan, who had been silent before.
Deng Jiaojiao pointed at Ye Fan's nose and yelled: "Boy, Master Wen is talking, why are you laughing? Are you looking down on Young Master Wen, or are you looking down on that peerless master?"
Wen Zilun was also furious, and his narrow eyes glared at Ye Fan fiercely, glowing with a sinister light like a jackal.
In fact, Ye Fan didn't mean to laugh, he just couldn't help it.
As the saying goes, three people make a tiger, and a lie spreads a lie.
I don’t know where Wen Zilun heard the rumors, about the lion’s nose and tiger’s mouth, green face and fangs, and a deadly glare...
Does this mean he is a beast?
On the other side, seeing that Mark Ye remained silent and did not answer, Wen Zilun was already very hostile to him. Now he seemed to have grasped the handle and angrily said: "Boy, I only brought you into the banquet for Yu Wei's sake."
, you are not only ungrateful, but you are also going against me, which is totally unreasonable! Get out of here!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan did not move, his feet were rooted, and he still stood there, ignoring his words.
Because he was ignored, Wen Zilun became even more angry and said more aggressively: "You brat, why don't you leave? Do you want to stay around like a pug? Then I'm going to call security!"
"Noisy!"
Ye Fan snorted coldly, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes.
In an instant, Wen Zilun's hair stood up, as if he had been stripped naked, his naked body exposed to the ice and snow, and the blood in his body and his soul were frozen together.
After a while, Mark stopped breathing, and Wen Zilun came back to his senses. His face was pale and bloodless, and his vest was soaked with cold sweat, as if he had walked through the gate of hell.
"What happened just now? Why does this brat bring so much pressure to me? Illusion! It must be an illusion!"
Wen Zilun thought this in his heart, and subconsciously took two steps back, as if Mark was some kind of terrifying beast.
But this scene was a bit strange in the eyes of Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao. They had no idea what was happening.
"Master Wen, are you okay?" Deng Jiaojiao asked with concern.
Wen Zilun waved his hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and forced himself to calm down, but he still had lingering fears and never dared to show off his power to Ye Fan again.
At this moment, an unscrupulous male voice sounded behind him:
"Ouch! Isn't this Xiao Wen? Tsk tsk... there are two more little beauties around us?"