The female reporter nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and quickly captured the moment with the other reporters.
The stands in China erupted in a frenzy, with everyone cheering for Yang Feng!
Many young girls who were previously infatuated with Li Min's young and handsome bodyguards have almost all become fans in a short period of time.
That's so cool!
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 233 Ye Aotian
Not only is he incredibly strong, capable of instantly annihilating all the Goryeo thugs, but he also possesses the power to suppress all rivals.
And that delicate, youthful face, flawless yet exuding a cool and aloof aura.
It repeatedly stimulated their G-spot. If you don't mind, they can have a passionate night with this handsome guy with explosive fighting skills.
"Who else?" Yang Feng looked down at the numerous Korean thugs lying on the ground below the stage and said calmly.
These Goryeo martial arts fighters, writhing in pain, got up from the ground; they had never felt so powerless.
They were instantly defeated!
In fact, Yang Feng held back; otherwise, they would have been dead by now.
"This is too strong. As expected of a martial artist, he truly lives up to his reputation." Hua Tiangang murmured, a hint of envy in his eyes.
He had overestimated the strength of martial artists, but now it seems he underestimated them.
"Alright, since no one else is here, then you, the representative referee, can now declare our country's martial arts the winner. I'll be leaving now." Yang Feng turned to the representative referee and said this, then slowly walked off the stage.
As I passed by Xie Hua, I handed him a bottle of medicine to help him recover.
"Thank you, Instructor," Xie Hua said gratefully, holding the medicine in both hands, opening it and taking a sip. The pain in his chest instantly subsided considerably.
This potion can automatically repair broken bones in the body; it is extremely powerful.
"No need." Yang Feng waved his hand, preparing to leave with his sister.
At this moment, how could the group of reporters let this Chinese expert leave so easily?
A crowd surged over, surrounding Yang Feng and his sister and Xie Hua, pointing microphones and cameras at them, and bombarding them with questions.
"What are your thoughts on winning this martial arts competition between China and South Korea?"
"Young man, you are so young yet your martial arts are so superb. Who taught you? And who is your master?"
"How could you be this soldier's instructor? Are you a soldier yourself?!"
Hearing the greetings coming from all around, Yang Feng frowned impatiently, took his sister's hand, and pushed a path through the crowd.
A group of reporters chased after him, but Yang Feng suddenly picked up the girl next to him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Truly a master..." At this moment, a reporter put down his camera and exclaimed in admiration.
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Walking down the street, Yang Feng had his hands in his pockets, his expression calm.
Yang Lianqing, standing beside him, stared at Yang Feng with admiration. She had no idea her brother was so amazing.
Not only can she make noodles, but she also knows martial arts, and everything she does is so amazing!
How can you let another girl steal such a brother?
"Don't look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable," Yang Feng said helplessly, finally unable to bear his sister's gaze any longer.
Upon hearing this, Yang Lianqing nodded slightly, turned her head to look ahead, and quietly followed Yang Feng towards the direction of the Ordinary Residential Area.
"Bang!" Just then, a sharp gunshot rang out.
The silver bullet shot out from inside the black Mercedes sports car, turning into a beam of light almost invisible to the naked eye, heading towards Yang Feng!
Yang Feng's pupils constricted slightly, an innate sense of vigilance telling him that danger was rapidly approaching.
Ignoring his sister's screams, Yang Feng picked her up and quickly moved away from the spot.
The gunman in the car, seeing his target vanish, couldn't help but yell, "Damn it! Where did he go? He's disappeared!"
"This is bad. I have a feeling this guy isn't so easy to deal with. Let's retreat for now!" The one speaking from the driver's seat was Ye Aotian, a foreign mercenary. He turned the steering wheel and sped away from the street.
In the instant before leaving, Ye Aotian took a moment to notice the various paths along the street.
It can leave instantly in a short period of time without being noticed by ordinary people.
This level of strength is at least above the Xuan rank.
Ye Aotian was driving a Mercedes sports car, his eyes filled with seriousness.
Suddenly!
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips as he murmured: