At this time, no one of the Golden Palace disciples at the scene dared to stand up again.
The man who was originally guarding the entrance and exit subconsciously moved his steps to prevent his behavior from being targeted by Ye Hao.
To put it simply, although the people in the Golden Palace are strong, they are powerful.
But what they believe in is the concept that the big fist is the last word.
At this moment, Ye Hao was so strong that he slapped them away in minutes. Naturally, they were extremely afraid.
Although they were still outnumbered and had swords and firearms in hand, even though Ye Hao seemed to be alone, there were many encumbrances around him.
But at this time, who in a bad mind would come forward to fight?
Looking for death?
Ye Hao glanced at everyone with an indifferent expression and said calmly: "Go and kneel at the door."
"Kneel down?"
When these disciples from the Golden Palace heard this, they almost vomited blood.
They were disciples of the Golden Palace, the Holy Land of Martial Arts, walking sideways in the Martial City, but Ye Hao, a bastard, actually humiliated them like this and made them kneel down?
What a joke!
"Go together!"
"Our disciples in the Golden Palace can be killed but not humiliated!"
"I don't believe he can defeat so many of us!"
Several inner disciples of the Golden Palace looked unwilling at this moment, and then stood up unbearably.
"Two fists are no match for four hands!"
"A good man can't stand the crowd!"
"If we don't destroy him, we won't be able to explain him even when we return to the Golden Palace!"
Hearing such words, the fearful Golden Palace disciples gritted their teeth and stepped forward.
"Don't kneel?"
Ye Hao looked indifferent and took another step.
"boom--"
The green bricks on the ground shattered and flew out into pieces.
Before the first few disciples of the Golden Palace could react, they were covered in debris, their heads were smashed and bleeding, and they collapsed on the ground.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the group of Golden Palace disciples all fell.
The next moment, someone knelt down with a "pop" sound.
As the first one knelt down, soon the second one knelt down, then the third, the fourth...
In the end, no one was left standing in the field.
Ye Hao walked up to Ouyang Qiu, who was only trembling with strength at the moment, with an indifferent expression, then stretched out his hand and motioned for a senior executive to bring over a contract.
Ye Hao slapped the contract on Ouyang Qiu's face and said calmly: "Now, do you agree to my conditions?"
"Promise, promise, promise them all!"
Ouyang Qiu no longer had any harsh words, only fear. The moment Senior Brother Li was defeated, the pride in his heart had collapsed.
"Menghan, ask Nalan Yanran and Chu Nanxuan to come over and handle this matter."
"We will solve the transfer problem this afternoon."
"As for these people, let them go and kneel at the gate."
After saying this, Ye Hao glanced at Zheng Man'er, smiled at her, then turned and left.
After solving the little trouble here, he still has to rush back to participate in the national war in the afternoon.
...
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Hao walked into the top of Wucheng accompanied by Qin Menghan.
As soon as he appeared, Fan Pojie, who had been waiting for a long time opposite, came up with a group of Tianzhu geniuses.
He smiled at Ye Haopi and said, "Master Ye, I heard that you went to your wife's company to trample people in the middle of the day, and the people you trampled were people from the Golden Palace!"
"Young Master Ye are so arrogant and domineering!"
"Even people from the Golden Palace dare to step on it. I have to say, I'm convinced!"
"It's just that you casually injured so many people, and now you still come to participate in the ring competition?"