Rebirth of the Super Prince

Ye Jun also didn't expect that just saying a name would make these old guys behave so strangely. Could it be that they all received that message just like Dong Wentai?

Otherwise, just with a name, even if it is Dong Wentai's son-in-law, it is impossible to make the atmosphere so weird.

Now that Ye Jun finally figured it out, Hu Yongchun was probably planning to get him into this courtyard from the moment he saw him. But, what was the purpose? Ye Jun couldn't figure out Hu Yongchun's plan.

After all, Yongchun's thoughts cannot be justified either in public or private matters.

At this time, an old man muttered: "Your father's name is Ye Yangsheng. Is your mother Dong Suning? And you are Ye Jun, who has been making a lot of noise recently?"

"Yes, sir."

Although Ye Jun was still guessing whether the old gentleman who asked the question was an enemy or a friend, he still maintained a respectful attitude.

After going through all these detours, Ye Jun knew very well that none of the people here were ordinary. At least, being able to be friends with Hu Yongchun's peers, this status was obviously not low.

After getting Ye Jun's answer, the old man just said "Oh" lightly and stopped asking any more questions. Then he sat on a stone chair in the yard, squinting his eyes and humming a tune.

At this time, an old man with a white beard in Tang clothes moved a stool and sat down. He stared at Ye Jun with a slightly scrutinizing look and said calmly: "Young man, did you go to Chinatown in New York a while ago?"

The bridge that should least appear in such a situation actually appeared, which made Ye Jun stunned for a while. To be honest, even if the old man in front of him told him whether he planned to solve all the river dam problems in Jiangling,

Ye Jun wouldn't be surprised.

However, facing this old man with a white beard who sounded more decisive than a question, the uncertain Ye Jun still nodded: "Yes, old sir, how do you know?"

"Haha, it turned out to be this kid. Ling Xiao mentioned it to me at the beginning, and I was curious about which young man could get Ling Xiao's praise. Later, when I checked, I found out that he was actually Dong Wentai's grandson. In this world, there are still

It’s really not big.”

Yang Lingxiao!

Ye Jun was 100% sure that the Ling Xiao the old man was talking about must be the core member of the Chinese Alliance!

In other words, the old man in front of me is probably from Hua League!

Well, looking at the gradually relaxing atmosphere in front of him, Ye Jun was sure that there were many people around him, even if they were not from the Chinese League, their identities and backgrounds were almost the same!

These days, to be friends with peers, you have to have status. Just relying on the qualifications of being over 50 years old is purely a joke. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many old people in this world who would be sent to nursing homes or die of starvation or cold.

On the streets and alleys!

Because of the white-bearded old man's loud laughter, the surrounding atmosphere gradually became normal and lost the weirdness at the beginning.

However, Ye Jun did not dare to take it lightly. He bowed and asked the old man with white beard in front of him: "Are you from Hua League?"

"China Alliance?"

The old man with a white beard showed an enigmatic smile, shook his head, and pointed at the skinny old man wearing a black cotton-padded jacket not far away: "He is, I am not."

Seeing that the doubt on Ye Jun's face became stronger, Old Man Baihu said calmly: "Ling Xiao and I are old acquaintances, because he investigated your information afterwards, that is, he is Lao Hu's grandson. I happened to know about this, so I asked

I want to ask about the situation. After all, being targeted by China Alliance is not a good thing. For the sake of my old friend, I will help if I can. Who would have thought that this would end up being just a minor misunderstanding worth noting."

The thin old man in a cotton-padded jacket also walked over with a smile, looked at Ye Jun carefully, and then said: "He is a good young man. I heard that Zhang Mingyang died at your hands. Is this the case?"

"Yes, sir."

Ye Jun didn't know how deep Hua Meng's intelligence agency was, but since he had already suspected him, he definitely wouldn't just be chasing rumors. Furthermore, now that Zhang Mingyang is dead, it can't cause much harm to him.

If you try to hide something and get disgusted by others, it is better to tell the truth frankly.

The skinny old man smiled and nodded, and said calmly: "Long Gang, come out and practice a few times with this little brother."

call!

Ye Jun felt a dull pain in his heart. This kind of warning from his 'sixth sense' talent had not appeared for a long time. However, Ye Jun only had one thought in his mind at the moment. If he didn't pull away and retreat, he would probably end up here.

Unconscious!

"Huh?"

A sound of surprise came, as if the visitor was surprised that Ye Jun could escape his sneak attack in advance.

Is it a coincidence?

The visitor had this idea for a moment, but quickly gave it up. Because masters can clearly grasp the rhythm of fighting, they quickly judged from Ye Jun's retreat route that Ye Jun had made a last-minute move.

At this time, a figure appeared in the courtyard. Ye Jun took a closer look and saw a middle-aged man with an aura similar to that of Huan Lu, but completely opposite in nature and even two extremes. He was standing five years in front of him with his hands in his pockets.

Mi Kaiwai had a calm and authoritative temperament on his face.

Master!

This was Ye Jun's first thought, but the middle-aged man quickly moved again, not giving Ye Jun a chance to recover or think.

The heart-wrenching pain, a reminder from his innate 'sixth sense', made Ye Jun concentrate his attention. Without thinking, he rolled on the ground in a panic. When he was three meters away, he got up from the ground.

I saw that the middle-aged man had appeared where Ye Jun was standing. His lower body was steady and powerful, which even made people feel scared.

Ye Jun couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man's shoes, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw that the middle-aged man was actually wearing a pair of iron shoes. There were spikes on the heels and edges that could pierce the flesh.

A ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and Ye Jun exclaimed: "North leg?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but only for a moment, he nodded and said: "My master, Aixinjueluo, is known as Mr. Fu."

Mr. Fu, Ye Jun is like thunder. As the ninth elder brother of Zhenghuang Banner in the late Qing Dynasty, he practiced powerful and powerful skills.

And the north leg is one of his masterpieces!

After all, I am afraid that Mr. Fu is almost a hundred years old this year, and in the eyes of others, he is already an old man and an old god!

However, Ye Jun didn't expect that he would be so ridiculous as to confront the apprentice of this old god today. For a moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Although I could smell that this middle-aged man had no murderous intention, the sword had no eyes, and if I was not careful, I would be the one who suffered the loss, so I immediately straightened my expression and said seriously: "I'm sorry!"

The middle-aged man did not expect Ye Jun to say such a sentence, and from the beginning, he had no contempt in his heart. After all, a talented person who can dodge Zhang Mingyang's bullets cannot infer his potential and strength based on his youth and size.

And this view is also the motto that Mr. Fu has always taught his disciples.

"Erupt, start!"

At first, the elders present were a little confused about Ye Jun's slightly narrowed eyes, thinking that he was just pretending to be a ghost and making a mystery.

But when Ye Jun opened his eyes again, even if they didn't know how to fight with others, they could still keenly feel the demeanor and temperament before and after. It could be said that there had been a 180-degree change!

The middle-aged man who was Ye Jun's opponent was naturally the one who could best appreciate this difference. He murmured at the moment: "Interesting, it seems that Zhang Mingyang must have died at the hands of this kid."

boom!

Relying on the activation of the explosive talent, the flexibility given to Ye Jun by the cunning talent has naturally changed greatly. Now, relying on this flexibility and the speed of the evolution of the huge strength of the hind legs, his figure fell behind a large group of old people next to him.

Bones' eyes were gradually becoming erratic.

A chuckle escaped from the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he immediately made an incredible move, which was to close his eyes!

Ye Jun secretly screamed, because if this middle-aged man really knew the unique skill of the mind's eye, then all the speed would be completely useless and might even become a burden!

boom!

Ye Jun just planned to test it out, but this feint attack was met with a powerful and heavy kick from the middle-aged man. He hurriedly stretched out his arms to support the middle-aged man's leg.

With the sound of collision, Ye Jun was kicked three meters away. Although he only retreated slowly and was not embarrassed, the swelling pain from his arm also made Ye Jun secretly scream in pain.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and chuckled: "You have done a great job in blocking this kick without getting hurt, young man."

"Yeah?"

Ye Jun glanced at his sleeves calmly and found that the cuffs had been cut with a deep gap. He secretly thought that the iron shoes of this middle-aged man were really extraordinary. If he hadn't had the prediction brought by his 'sixth sense' talent before,

Perhaps when this arm received the kick forcefully, it was likely to be scratched with blood by the sharp object on the edge of the shoe.

At that moment, Ye Jun gently shook his sleeve, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in his hand: "I really want to ask my husband for advice. Please give me some advice."

There was a fighting spirit that was neither strong nor weak on the middle-aged man's face, and he nodded and said: "Okay! If I hurt my little brother, please forgive me, after all, this sword has no eyes!"

Ever since Dong Shangshu returned home, Dong Wentai noticed that something was not right about this boy's face. He already knew everything about what happened at the Nantang Hotel. In any case, such a big incident had occurred, and Nantang was his territory.

There may be some unforeseen consequences.

At that moment, Dong Wentai held up the celadon teacup in her hand, blew on it to reduce the temperature in the cup as much as possible, and then looked at Dong Shangshu: "Where is Xiaojun?"

"I was invited away by the old man of the Hu family."

"What?"

Dong Wentai put down the teacup in his hand and stared at Dong Shangshu: "Tell me again, what's going on?"

Dong Shangshu curled his lips and said unwillingly: "After being invited away by the old man of the Hu family, that bastard Chen Zhuosheng actually invited this old guy for his son. He is really willing to spend a lot of money. Besides, we also

He didn’t intend to kill his son, so he just said that his son broke a leg and it was not Xiaojun’s deliberate kick. It was the turtle son’s destiny.”

Dong Wentai was so angry that the idea of ​​blaming God but not others would only be so ridiculous that Dong Shangshu, who feared no heaven or earth, could turn the right and wrong of this bright world upside down.

However, now is not the time to pay attention to such trivial matters. After all, some poor child has a broken leg or cannot become a man. Dong Wentai has no such leisure and elegance to worry about. He just said solemnly: "Hu Yongchun is here.

Xiaojun, what did the two of them say?"

Dong Shangshu shrugged and curled his lips and said, "I don't know. When the old man and the young man talked, they were all mysterious. Then they got into the car. It didn't take long for the car to drive away."

"Confused!"

Dong Wentai cursed at Dong Shangshu angrily, then pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor and shouted: "Go up! Your mother wants to see you for something."

"What, old man, my mother is still at home?"

As if he heard the most bluffing thing in the world, Dong Shangshu suddenly trembled. Seeing that Mrs. Dong Wen was not joking, he laughed dryly and said: "Old man, you see, I rarely go to the study room, why not

How about you let me go tonight and let me stay in a cafe for the night?"

"Not negotiable!"

Dong Wentai squinted his eyes slightly, with a foxy look on his face: "Your mother has already announced today that if she can't see you tonight, she will take you to your work unit and then accompany her to the countryside for inspection."

"Okay, old man, if you are cruel, I will go up right away."

When Dong Shangshu heard this, he immediately shivered and could only walk upstairs in mourning.

Watching Dong Shangshu's figure slowly disappear at the top of the stairs, Dong Wentai suddenly had a strong doubt in his eyes, and murmured to himself: "What is the purpose of this old guy Hu Yongchun in looking for Xiaojun? Is it possible that this old guy is looking for Xiaojun?"

Gu Gu is also planning to introduce a wife to Xiaojun?"

After saying that, Dong Wentai gradually revealed an ambiguous smile that could only be understood but could not be expressed in words.