Chapter 190
"Really?" Wu Xiaoye tentatively stretched out her right foot and clicked on the ground. Then, she stood up slowly, her feet stood on the ground at the same time, showing an excited smile: "really good, master, thank you so much."
"It's all right. It's easy."
Ye Fan smiled and became happy. After all, he was very happy to be recognized by a beautiful woman.
"Master, what reward do you want? As long as I Wu Guowei can do it, it's absolutely unambiguous."
At this time, the old man came over with a grateful face. His eyes were full of excitement and excitement.
The wrinkled face is full of flattering color.
After all, you can reach the day after tomorrow at a young age. The future of the young people in front of you is simply unlimited.
If you can climb this high branch, you may be able to improve the reputation of their martial arts school.
Thinking of this, Wu Guowei's eyes showed a trace of heat. He looked at Ye Fan again and secretly praised Chen in his heart.
"Yes, although my grandfather is not very powerful, he still has a certain voice in this city. If you have any requirements, just mention them."
Wu Xiaoye echoed, showing a sweet smile on his face. His favor for Ye Fan suddenly increased several times.
"Well, let me think about it." Ye Fan heard their gratitude and thought slightly.
On second thought, he didn't seem to have anything in particular.
Except for the $8 billion investment.
But the old man in front of him doesn't look like a rich man, and even if the other party has more money, he can't say that the lion wants 8 billion?
"Well, look at it. I don't know what I want." Ye Fan smiled and didn't want to get rid of one, so he had to spread his hands helplessly.
"Master, I think with your martial arts, I'll get you a ticket to the martial arts conference. You can definitely win the championship and have a strong wind."
Wu Guowei saw Ye Fan's mother-in-law appearance. Without laughing, he prompted and said.
He believes that with the strength of young people, although there is no gold fist, it is just around the corner to win this championship.
Therefore, he hopes that ye fan can win honor for the city so that those guys from other places can see the real events of the city.
"Martial arts meeting, what's that?"
Ye Fan frowned and said with a puzzled face.
"Master, let's go to my house first. It's a little long to say."
Wu Guowei stroked his appeal and said with a smile.
On the way, Ye Fan learned from the conversation that the martial arts conference is a competition of competition and exchange, which is jointly organized by other cities and the city, and the bonus is also very rich.
The first place is five million!
And as long as the contestants, whether they can pass the qualifier or not, they will be rewarded with 5000 yuan.
It's a kind of competition with more conscience. However, this martial arts meeting can't be attended if you want to. All those invited are famous in the martial arts industry.
Even if ordinary people are high in martial arts and have no name, they still can't participate. It can be said to be extremely realistic.
While talking, the three came to Wu Guowei's home. This is a martial arts school. On the signboard of the martial arts school, there are two magnificent characters: martial arts hall.
Before entering the martial arts school, Ye Fan heard all kinds of cries coming from inside. There were many disciples sweating inside. They were young boys of 17 or 18 years old. With a childish look on their faces, they kept waving and kicking at all kinds of weapons and equipment. It was very lively.
The three men walked in face-to-face, and suddenly calmed down. All the disciples looked at this side together, bowed down respectfully and said, "good master."
"Well, good!" Wu Guowei nodded with a smile, then his face sank and said solemnly, "everyone, a new guest came to our martial arts hall today. He is the martial artist the day after tomorrow. If you don't understand anything, just ask him."
The voice fell, and the atmosphere was very quiet for a moment. All the disciples stared at Ye Fan.
It's because it's really rare for such young postnatal martial arts people. In their impression, postnatal martial arts people usually achieve their achievements at the age of 40 or 50.
In front of Ye Fan, it looks like he is in his early twenties, but his whole body exudes a momentum of Yu Xuan Yang. In his calm eyes, there is a vast galaxy. Just one look, he will be deeply addicted to it.
Sure enough, is this the momentum that a martial artist should have the day after tomorrow?
In fact, they don't know at all that Ye Fan's strength has already surpassed the martial arts person the day after tomorrow.
However, as the Oriental God of war, his strength depends on the "product". The first product is the God of war with the lowest strength and the highest ten products, while ye fan, who is young, has reached the seventh product.
It was once known as the most potential Oriental God of war
"Old man, where are the things?"
At this time, there was an inharmonious sound outside the door. I saw a short young man, with a fierce momentum all over, with a cold smile on his mouth, and kicked the door hard.
The short man was followed by more than a dozen congenital martial artists. Their faces were more or less arrogant and disdained to look at Wu Guowei's Apprentice.
After all, they are waste people who don't even have innate martial arts.
It can't be compared with the Qing Gang.
"Poisonous dragon, I advise you to do things with a certain amount and not to go too far." When Wu Guowei heard the news, he immediately turned around and saw the visitor. His face immediately became gloomy and said unhappily.
"Quantity?" The short man named poisonous dragon chuckled and walked up to Wu Guowei with great disdain. He took out his dagger and shook it: "I don't understand. What qualifications do you have to attend the martial arts meeting? Look at your disciples. They have been training for half a month like waste. As a result, even congenital martial arts people haven't stepped in."
"What's more ridiculous is that the gold fist of the last session was awarded to your martial arts hall. If you know the truth, just hand in the gold fist. Otherwise, don't force me to do it."
With that, the poisonous dragon smashed his fist on the surrounding glass table and made a crisp click. The table immediately split and exploded.
"Don't dream. Even if we die, we won't give the whole set of gold to a dirty man like you." Wu Guowei snorted again. His tone was full of anger, and his eyes were gradually focused.
However, he didn't do it all the time, just because his apprentice was really too weak. When he started, he couldn't have any advantage at all.
Besides, the master is still on the side. He doesn't want to lose face.
"Oh, really?" The poisonous dragon chuckled and glanced at the crowd. It seemed that he was looking for an air pump. Soon, he locked around Ye Fan and hooked his fingers: "boy, if you know what you want, get over here."
"It's all right. It's easy."
Ye Fan smiled and became happy. After all, he was very happy to be recognized by a beautiful woman.
"Master, what reward do you want? As long as I Wu Guowei can do it, it's absolutely unambiguous."
At this time, the old man came over with a grateful face. His eyes were full of excitement and excitement.
The wrinkled face is full of flattering color.
After all, you can reach the day after tomorrow at a young age. The future of the young people in front of you is simply unlimited.
If you can climb this high branch, you may be able to improve the reputation of their martial arts school.
Thinking of this, Wu Guowei's eyes showed a trace of heat. He looked at Ye Fan again and secretly praised Chen in his heart.
"Yes, although my grandfather is not very powerful, he still has a certain voice in this city. If you have any requirements, just mention them."
Wu Xiaoye echoed, showing a sweet smile on his face. His favor for Ye Fan suddenly increased several times.
"Well, let me think about it." Ye Fan heard their gratitude and thought slightly.
On second thought, he didn't seem to have anything in particular.
Except for the $8 billion investment.
But the old man in front of him doesn't look like a rich man, and even if the other party has more money, he can't say that the lion wants 8 billion?
"Well, look at it. I don't know what I want." Ye Fan smiled and didn't want to get rid of one, so he had to spread his hands helplessly.
"Master, I think with your martial arts, I'll get you a ticket to the martial arts conference. You can definitely win the championship and have a strong wind."
Wu Guowei saw Ye Fan's mother-in-law appearance. Without laughing, he prompted and said.
He believes that with the strength of young people, although there is no gold fist, it is just around the corner to win this championship.
Therefore, he hopes that ye fan can win honor for the city so that those guys from other places can see the real events of the city.
"Martial arts meeting, what's that?"
Ye Fan frowned and said with a puzzled face.
"Master, let's go to my house first. It's a little long to say."
Wu Guowei stroked his appeal and said with a smile.
On the way, Ye Fan learned from the conversation that the martial arts conference is a competition of competition and exchange, which is jointly organized by other cities and the city, and the bonus is also very rich.
The first place is five million!
And as long as the contestants, whether they can pass the qualifier or not, they will be rewarded with 5000 yuan.
It's a kind of competition with more conscience. However, this martial arts meeting can't be attended if you want to. All those invited are famous in the martial arts industry.
Even if ordinary people are high in martial arts and have no name, they still can't participate. It can be said to be extremely realistic.
While talking, the three came to Wu Guowei's home. This is a martial arts school. On the signboard of the martial arts school, there are two magnificent characters: martial arts hall.
Before entering the martial arts school, Ye Fan heard all kinds of cries coming from inside. There were many disciples sweating inside. They were young boys of 17 or 18 years old. With a childish look on their faces, they kept waving and kicking at all kinds of weapons and equipment. It was very lively.
The three men walked in face-to-face, and suddenly calmed down. All the disciples looked at this side together, bowed down respectfully and said, "good master."
"Well, good!" Wu Guowei nodded with a smile, then his face sank and said solemnly, "everyone, a new guest came to our martial arts hall today. He is the martial artist the day after tomorrow. If you don't understand anything, just ask him."
The voice fell, and the atmosphere was very quiet for a moment. All the disciples stared at Ye Fan.
It's because it's really rare for such young postnatal martial arts people. In their impression, postnatal martial arts people usually achieve their achievements at the age of 40 or 50.
In front of Ye Fan, it looks like he is in his early twenties, but his whole body exudes a momentum of Yu Xuan Yang. In his calm eyes, there is a vast galaxy. Just one look, he will be deeply addicted to it.
Sure enough, is this the momentum that a martial artist should have the day after tomorrow?
In fact, they don't know at all that Ye Fan's strength has already surpassed the martial arts person the day after tomorrow.
However, as the Oriental God of war, his strength depends on the "product". The first product is the God of war with the lowest strength and the highest ten products, while ye fan, who is young, has reached the seventh product.
It was once known as the most potential Oriental God of war
"Old man, where are the things?"
At this time, there was an inharmonious sound outside the door. I saw a short young man, with a fierce momentum all over, with a cold smile on his mouth, and kicked the door hard.
The short man was followed by more than a dozen congenital martial artists. Their faces were more or less arrogant and disdained to look at Wu Guowei's Apprentice.
After all, they are waste people who don't even have innate martial arts.
It can't be compared with the Qing Gang.
"Poisonous dragon, I advise you to do things with a certain amount and not to go too far." When Wu Guowei heard the news, he immediately turned around and saw the visitor. His face immediately became gloomy and said unhappily.
"Quantity?" The short man named poisonous dragon chuckled and walked up to Wu Guowei with great disdain. He took out his dagger and shook it: "I don't understand. What qualifications do you have to attend the martial arts meeting? Look at your disciples. They have been training for half a month like waste. As a result, even congenital martial arts people haven't stepped in."
"What's more ridiculous is that the gold fist of the last session was awarded to your martial arts hall. If you know the truth, just hand in the gold fist. Otherwise, don't force me to do it."
With that, the poisonous dragon smashed his fist on the surrounding glass table and made a crisp click. The table immediately split and exploded.
"Don't dream. Even if we die, we won't give the whole set of gold to a dirty man like you." Wu Guowei snorted again. His tone was full of anger, and his eyes were gradually focused.
However, he didn't do it all the time, just because his apprentice was really too weak. When he started, he couldn't have any advantage at all.
Besides, the master is still on the side. He doesn't want to lose face.
"Oh, really?" The poisonous dragon chuckled and glanced at the crowd. It seemed that he was looking for an air pump. Soon, he locked around Ye Fan and hooked his fingers: "boy, if you know what you want, get over here."
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