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

Chapter 229

Ye Feng already knew the liger's attack pattern, and with a flash of his figure, the liger jumped away.

Then Ye Feng pretended to dodge and jumped up and down on the ring with the liger for a while. When the liger got tired, Ye Feng seized the opportunity, jumped up and rode on the back of the liger.

Such a thrilling scene made everyone burst into cheers, and the atmosphere at the scene was lifted by Ye Feng.

The liger felt insulted by being ridden on it, and it kept roaring, and then started beating violently in the cage, trying to throw Ye Feng off its back.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng held on to the long hair on the back of its neck, and no matter how hard the liger struggled, he could not shake him off.

After struggling like this for more than 20 minutes, the liger was really tired and could not help but slow down.

After almost playing, Ye Feng mobilized his spiritual power and punched the liger on the back of the neck.

"boom!"

The liger, which was still shaking its head in an attempt to throw Ye Feng off, suddenly fell to the ground, and its huge body hit the ground with a loud noise.

Ye Feng jumped off the liger, clapped his hands, and looked relaxed and content.

Seeing the motionless liger on the ring, everyone was stunned.

The originally arrogant liger fell like this?
This is too unreal!
Looking at the guy wearing a mask in the ring, everyone could only think "Awesome!"

Ye Feng walked out of the iron cage, looked at Xiaolan, whose expression was still a little dull, and said with a smile: "Beauty, I won, let's announce the result."

Xiaolan came back to her senses and said in a stuttering voice: "In the third round of the gladiatorial challenge, Mr. No. 02893 won!"

The audience burst into loud cheers.

In less than half an hour, [-] million were lost in the arena. How could we not make those guys who lost a lot of money here happy?

In a room somewhere in the arena, two figures suddenly stood up from the shadows. Both of them had red flame tattoos on their arms. It was Lao Liuhe who survived the Yunmeng Mountain robbery that day. Lao Qi.

"Brother, that kid should be a martial artist. What should we do now?" Lao Liu asked.

The man in the shadow coughed and said in a hoarse voice: "Whether he is a martial artist or not, he must die today. Old Seventh, ask someone to bring him here, and we will send him on his way."

"Yes, brother." Lao Qi took the order and walked out.

Just when Xiaolan was about to report the matter to the management, a middle-aged man trotted over.

Seeing the person coming, Xiaolan's face lit up with joy and she said respectfully: "Manager Jiang."

The man known as Manager Jiang looked at Ye Feng and said politely: "Sir, you won the third round of the gladiatorial challenge. Please come with me to collect your bonus."

"Can't you transfer it to me directly?" Ye Feng remembered that when he applied for the membership card, he had already recorded his bank account number.

Manager Jiang apologized: "Sir, it's like this. Because the bonus is huge, you need to handle it in person."

Ye Feng knew what these guys were planning, but he didn't expose it and nodded: "Okay, let's lead the way."

After Manager Jiang left with Ye Feng, Xiaolan took the microphone and said loudly: "The time of happiness and passion is always short-lived. Dear guests, today's gladiatorial game is over here. Now you can settle your own You can leave after completing the accounts. Xiaolan is here to welcome you all to come again next time." Everyone knows the rules of the arena. Before Xiaolan finished speaking, they stood up from their respective positions and placed their bets. People then go to the settlement hall to settle their accounts.

Ye Feng followed Manager Jiang through a dark corridor. There were only two footsteps in the corridor, which seemed a bit mysterious.

At the end of the corridor was a wooden door. Manager Jiang showed some fear on his face. He stretched out his hand to push the wooden door open, and then made an inviting gesture: "Sir, please come in."

Ye Feng had a sneer on his face and walked in.

Manager Jiang reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and trotted away quickly.

The lights in the room were a little dim, but Ye Feng could still clearly see the three people inside. Two of them had met once before, and they were the sixth and seventh of the Honghuo Nine Guards.

As for the other man, he had gray-white hair, a slender face, and a pale complexion. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, and he was very sinister, with an evil aura all over his body.

Ye Feng guessed that this guy should be the boss of Honghuo Nine Guards.

Fortunately, the remaining three are all present and can be solved at once.

Yunchuan, the boss of the Nine Red Fire Guards, was also looking at Ye Feng.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to clap, and a few scattered applause sounded in the mysterious and dark room.

"Boy, you are awesome. You actually defeated the liger. Now I give you two choices. Do you want [-] million, or do you want your life?" Yunchuan's voice was unpleasant.

Ye Feng reached out and took off the mask on his face, and sneered: "I don't like choices."

When Lao Liu and Lao Qi saw Ye Feng's face, they both exclaimed: "It's you!"

"You two have good memories, you still remember me." Ye Feng said with a smile.

Lao Liu pointed at Ye Feng and shouted: "Brother, he is Ye Feng, second brother, aren't they going..."

Lao Liu didn't finish his words, because if Ye Feng could stand here intact, Ma Tian and the others should not be alive anymore.

The Yin Zhe on Yun Chuan's face became serious, and a sinister light flashed in his pupils.There was no anger on his face, as if he didn't care about Ma Tian's life or death.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance. Join us. I'll let you have everything you want and make you the second most powerful person in Yanjing after me." Yunchuan threw a candy to Ye Feng.

Being able to defeat the liger and kill Ma Tian and the others shows that the young man in front of him is very powerful. For such a person, outsmarting him is the best strategy.

Hearing Yunchuan's words, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and said in a playful tone: "Your brothers died in my hands. You don't want to avenge them?"

"In the world of martial arts cultivators, the strong are respected. If your skills are inferior to others, there is nothing to say if you die." Yun Chuan had an indifferent look in his eyes.

"That's it..." Ye Feng made a thoughtful expression, "How about this? I opened a cosmetics factory. You are a martial artist and you should be very capable in combat. How about working as a security guard for me?"

To Yunchuan, this joke was absolutely a naked insult.

Yun Chuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Boy, you can die! Old Sixth, Old Seventh, kill him!"

(End of this chapter)