Three days passed by in a flash, and it was time to set off for the United States.
Early in the morning, Ye Fan received a call from Pei Wu, saying he was waiting for him at the gate of Huahai University.
Soon, Ye Fan arrived at the school gate and saw Pei Wu standing next to a Hummer with military plates.
Even though she was wearing a loose camouflage uniform, her curvy figure was still highlighted vividly. Years of training left her with no trace of fat on her body, and her slender thighs had perfect lines.
Her handsome hair and heroic facial features are like a sonorous rose blooming in the wind.
Such a stunning beauty will become the center of attention no matter where she is.
However, the biting and cold temperament on Pei Wu's body was like ten thousand years of ice, repelling people thousands of miles away.
The college boys passing by only dared to look at him, but they didn't dare to come and strike up a conversation.
"Hi! Miss Pei Wu, long time no see, you are so beautiful again! Don't keep a straight face all day long, acting like everyone owes you millions..." Ye Fan joked with a smile.
For some reason, every time he met Pei Wu, he always had the urge to tease her.
When Pei Wu heard this, she rolled her eyes at him and said coldly: "Get in the car, it's not early, the other eight team members have already arrived at the base!"
"Eight? In this martial arts competition, isn't each country able to send ten team members? Even including me, I'm still one short!" Ye Fan said, as if he had thought of something, he looked straight at Pei Wu and asked:
"Are you...also a contestant?"
"What? Isn't it possible?" Pei Wu looked unconvinced and puffed up her chest and said, "Last month, I was promoted to the realm of Grandmaster!"
"oh?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, slightly surprised.
With his current vision, he would naturally not pay attention to a mere Huang Realm grandmaster.
But in the secular world, being a Grandmaster in the Yellow Realm is already a realm that ordinary warriors dream of, and may not be able to reach it after decades of practice.
Pei Wu is similar in age to Ye Fan, but does not have the adventures he had. Even though the Eastern Divine Sword Organization has many resources, it cannot compete with the Hidden Sect.
On the other hand, Pei Wu spends most of his time performing various tasks, so his practice will inevitably be affected by delays.
The fact that she was able to break through the bottleneck and become a Yellow Realm Grandmaster in such a short period of time is enough to prove her talent and hard work, but what she spent behind this was unimaginable sweat and blood.
The fact that women do not show off their eyebrows is enough to make people awe-inspiring.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan got into the Hummer, and Pei Wu immediately threw a thick stack of information to him.
"What is this?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"Information on the other eight contestants!" Pei Wu explained.
When Ye Fan heard this, he immediately lowered his head and started reading.
"Xie Jinyuan, 37 years old, at the peak of the Mysterious Realm, a master of horizontal training, practicing the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell and the Dragon Roaring Iron Cloth Shirt!"
"Guo Yue, 35 years old, in the middle stage of the Mysterious Realm, a lay disciple of Shaolin, good at big monument throwing, dragon claw grabbing, Arhat magic, etc..."
"Qin Zhengyang, 29 years old, is in the early stage of Xuanjing. He once won the championship in the individual soldier event in the army competition and is known as the 'Martial Arts Champion'!"
"Tang Long, 27 years old, at the peak of the Yellow Realm, a descendant of the Tang Clan in Sichuan, good at hidden weapons, poisons..."
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Looking at the information of these contestants, Ye Fan's face was solemn and his brows were furrowed into a Sichuan shape.
Three Xuan Realm experts and five Huang Realm peaks. Strictly speaking, this lineup is definitely not weak, it can even be said to be very strong.
In the ancient martial arts world, the heads and elders of ordinary sects are in the Xuanjing realm.
Even in the hidden sect, those who are strong in the Xuan realm are the mainstay.
However, it is still an impossible task to compete with American super soldiers equipped with individual nuclear weapons.
It’s as difficult as climbing to heaven!
The only hope of victory lies in Ye Fan.
In fact, it is not that there are stronger masters among the Eastern Divine Sword.
Just like Xiang Pojun, he is a powerful man in heaven. If he comes out of the mountain, he can greatly increase the probability of success.
However, as the leader of the Eastern Divine Sword, his every move affects the nerves of countless people, and he will never risk his life easily.
Just like on the ancient battlefield, how could there be any reason for the general to charge into battle?
If the United States discovers this, they may completely break their skin and try their best to kill Xiang Pojun, which will be a huge loss to China.
Half an hour later, the Humvee arrived at the military base on the outskirts.
Ye Fan and Pei Wu got out of the car, and saw eight big men standing proudly in the open space not far away, with their spines as straight as eight spears, their eyes bright and energetic, and their energy strong. Even if they stood still,
Invisibly, they reveal a fierce and high-spirited fighting spirit.
Such a character, looking at the whole army, is one of a million characters.
Their kung fu has been honed over time in the battlefield. They have walked on the edge of life and death time and time again, competing with the god of death. If they encounter an enemy of the same level, they can rely on their rich experience to kill the enemy.
Invincible in the same situation!
At this time, a middle-aged man at the head quickly walked forward, took the initiative to salute Ye Fan with a military salute, and said: "General Ye, it is an honor to meet you and fight alongside you!"
"Hello, Colonel Xie!" Ye Fan said.
There were photos in the information just now, and Ye Fan knew that the person in front of him was Xie Jinyuan, the most powerful among the eight.
In addition, Xie Jinyuan also has another identity, the chief instructor of the "Night Tiger" special forces in the Northeast Theater Command, with the rank of senior colonel. In order to carry out this mission, he was temporarily transferred to the Eastern Sword organization.
At the same time, there were seven soldiers left not far away, looking at Ye Fan from a distance, and began to whisper.
"That boy...is the commander of this mission? Are you kidding me? A boy with no hair is qualified to command us. Isn't this nonsense?"
A young man with a stubby hair curled his lips in disdain, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
He is none other than Qin Zhengyang, who is known as the "Martial Champion". He once won the championship in the army's competition and was known as the invincible opponent in the army. He was selected to join the Eastern Excalibur.
As a strong man, of course he has his own arrogance, not to mention that Qin Zhengyang is famous for his thorns, and he is not afraid of anything.
"Hey... Zhengyang, keep your voice down, be careful not to be overheard, and put on some shoes for you!" Someone next to you advised me.
"That's right... the rank of a high-ranking official is overwhelming, not to mention that he is a general. Even Colonel Xie has to salute when he sees him!"
"Tch! What are you afraid of?" Qin Zhengyang looked arrogant and yelled: "What I hate the most, young master... is this kind of second-generation ancestor who relies on his family background to gain merit!"
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Regarding Ye Fan's identity, it is a top secret in the military.
He cut down ships with one sword, suppressed Japanese martial arts, made the emperor bow to him, and other heroic deeds. Not many people in the entire Chinese army know about him, and they are all big bosses at the top of the pyramid.
The eight soldiers present were only told that Ye Fan was a major general of the Eastern Sword Organization and the commander-in-chief of this mission.
Facing such a young general, they were inevitably unconvinced.
Among them, except for Xie Jinyuan, the highest-ranking one was just a lieutenant colonel. This was an honor earned through exceptional promotion after experiencing countless dangerous battles.
And now, a boy with no hair on his head is ranked as a major general. How can they be convinced?
In their opinion, Ye Fan is probably the grandson of a certain military boss, and the reason why he joined this mission is to get gold!
If you win a good ranking in a global martial arts competition, all the credit will go to Ye Fan.
Invisibly, they stood on the opposite side of Ye Fan.
At this moment, someone else asked: "By the way! It is said that the United States has successfully developed individual nuclear weapons. This martial arts competition will probably kill everyone!"
"That's right! Other countries are all role-players who accompany the prince to study. If you encounter the United States in the lottery, you can only choose to abstain and admit defeat. Otherwise, even gods will not survive if they bombard you!"
"Don't be so depressed, everyone!" Qin Zhengyang said loudly: "Even if we don't get the first place, we can still compete for the second place! Anyway, it's not shameful to lose to the United States. If we can get the second place, we have successfully completed the task.
Got it!"
After hearing this, the others nodded in agreement.
"snort!"
At this moment, Ye Fan let out a cold snort.
"General Ye, what's wrong with you?" Xie Jinyuan asked in confusion.
The next moment, Ye Fan's eyes were like sharp blades, scanning the whole place, and finally fell on Qin Zhengyang, and said word by word: "With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish!"