The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1162
At this time, she put on a casual sportswear. Her graceful figure and delicate face, reflected by the lights in the distance, combined with the temperament of a singer, exuded a kind of heart-stirring beauty.

"If you want to kill him, kill me first!" Ning Jing's tone was decisive, without any hesitation or fear.

Ning Jing's appearance made Ye Feng hesitate. He couldn't really kill the beautiful female star as well.

"Do you know his identity and what he has done?" Ye Feng asked coldly.

"It's not important to me. If you want to kill him, kill me first. If you don't kill me, please let him go." Jing Jing's tone was full of no hesitation, and she looked at Ye Feng with her eyes.

Ye Feng hesitated for a while, and finally slowly put down the Dragon Sword in his hand.

"God's behavior is constant, Qi Ming, you must be very clear about cause and effect, good and evil. As the old saying goes, it doesn't mean that you will not repay. Before the time comes, don't let me meet you again. You can take care of yourself."

Ye Feng turned around as he spoke, walked a few steps forward, then turned around and said, "To be honest, I envy you. There is such a beautiful woman who is willing to die for you."

Ning Jing helped Qiming up, and the two watched Ye Feng's figure disappear into the darkness.

After leaving the unfinished building construction site, thinking that Fu Xueying was still unconscious in the gymnasium, Ye Feng's first reaction was to run towards the Starlight Gymnasium.

Not long after Ye Feng left, Ning Jing helped Qi Ming, who was seriously injured, into his car and left the place.

About five or six minutes later, two people came, one old and one young.

The two of them stopped at the place where Ye Feng and Qiming had fought just now. Looking at the devastation all around, the old man's face became strange.

The young man next to him asked with a surprised look on his face: "Master, are martial practitioners fighting here?"

"It's not a martial artist or a person with supernatural powers. I think it's an immortal cultivator and a demon cultivator." The old man replied.

These words made the young man a little unbelievable: "Master, didn't immortal cultivators and demon cultivators completely disappear from the earth thousands of years ago?"

"That's what I said, but if it doesn't really disappear completely, we don't know." The old man looked up at the night sky, his brows filled with thoughts.

"Master, should we prepare early?"

"You should have made plans in advance. Let's go, someone is coming."

Not long after the old man and the young man disappeared, five people wearing SWAT uniforms arrived.

They looked around for a long time and found nothing except the severely damaged construction site.

"Captain, I don't understand. Why didn't you come just now? Come now, the day lily is cold." A strong team member complained.

The captain said unhappily: "What the hell! The upper-level leaders directly said that we don't need to worry about this matter. The few of us who can come to check are also privately instructed by the headquarters."

"There was a lot of noise here just now. Many people saw strange phenomena in the sky. What is going on? Why do you feel that the leaders are secretive about this?" The team members were very curious.

"Who knows, just don't worry too much anyway." The captain waved his hand, "Let's go."

At this time, somewhere in a secret base of Dragon Shield Bureau.

"Director Cao, what do you think about this...?" In an antique room, Gu Zongjun sat opposite an old man of similar age to him.

The old man was slightly fat, with a harmless smile on his face, and his eyes were very lively.

If Ye Feng were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this old man was the strange old man who gave him the injection on that rainy night.

The strange old man's name is Cao Hongliang, the famous second-generation leader of the Dragon Shield Bureau, known as Director Cao.

"Since Ye Feng is merciful, Long Dun should not interfere. However, the monitoring of this demon cultivator cannot be relaxed. If he still behaves harmful to ordinary people, you know what to do."

Gu Zongjun nodded and then asked: "After this period of observation, Ye Feng is indeed the last awakened person. Should we tell him more things?" "Should we tell him more, find some time , bring him to see me." Cao Hongliang nodded.

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A red Porsche was driving at high speed on the road leading to the outskirts of the city.

Drive quietly, with Qiming in the passenger seat.

Although the bleeding on Qiming's body had stopped, his eyes were dull and he looked very weak.

"Brother Ming, how about I take you to the hospital?" Jing Jing looked anxious and sounded worried.

Qiming shook his head slightly: "The hospital can't treat my injury. Ning Jing, you don't have to worry. I'm fine. Just take me to the place I told you."

Jing Jing bit her lip, nodded, and was about to increase the accelerator when she noticed a figure appeared in front of her and quickly stepped on the brakes.

There was a sharp and piercing sound of braking, and the four tires dragged out two long black marks and then stopped.

Half a meter away from the front of the car stood a man, a man wearing a monk's robe.

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

Then the monk's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next second, he appeared next to the co-pilot.

The two people in the car did not control the passenger window at all, but the window automatically came down.

Jing Jing knew that the person coming was evil, so he stepped on the accelerator, but no matter how loud the engine roared, the car just wouldn't go.

"Donor, I hope you will return the scriptures of this temple." The monk looked solemn and stood with one hand in front of his chest in a Buddha ceremony. There was a hint of anger in his tone.

Qiming coughed a few times and said with a cold face: "Old monk, are you trying to take advantage of others' danger?"

"I don't want to take advantage of others' danger, but if the benefactor insists on not returning the treasure of our temple, I have to ask the benefactor to get out of the car at all costs."

Although the monk looked calm, his tone of voice was tough.

Qiming sneered: "Oh, if I hadn't been injured, how could you have stopped me? The ancient Bodhidharma Sutra is not on my body."

"Isn't it with you?" The monk was stunned for a moment, then announced the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, donor, please don't lie."

Ning Jing, who was worried about Qiming's injury, couldn't help but speak: "Master, the ancient Bodhidharma scripture you mentioned is indeed not in my brother Ming's possession. It was snatched away by an immortal cultivator named Ye Feng. Brother Ming was injured by him."

"Ye Feng, a cultivator of immortality?" The monk muttered, and the next second, he disappeared without a trace.

Ye Feng's side has arrived outside the Starlight Stadium.

Outside the venue, there was a row of police cars, their lights flashing, and many police officers came to the scene.

Under the command of the police, fans in the venue lined up and left in an orderly manner.

The scene was not chaotic, and I didn't know how Fu Xueying was doing.

Ye Feng used an escape technique and disappeared from the spot.

Arriving at the seat third row away from the stage where he was sitting, Fu Xueying had disappeared. A yellow thing on the seat made Ye Feng's heart skip a beat.

(End of this chapter)