Three days passed in a flash, and it was the day to leave for the United States.
Early in the morning, Ye Fan received a call from Pei Wu, saying that he was waiting for him at the gate of Huahai University.
Soon, Ye Fan rushed to the school gate and saw Pei Wu standing next to a Hummer with a military license.
Although she was wearing a loose camouflage uniform, her bumpy figure was still vividly highlighted. Years of training left her without a trace of cellulite, and her slender thighs have perfect lines.
A heroic head, coupled with the heroic features, is like a sonorous rose blooming in the wind.
Such a stunning beauty will become the focus no matter where it is.
However, the bitter and cold temperament of Pei Wu's body is like ten thousand years of ice, and it is thousands of miles away.
The college boys passing by, only dared to experience eye addiction, but didn't dare to come over to talk to each other.
"Hey! Pei Wu MM, long time no see, and a lot more beautiful! Don't be stern all day, like everyone owes you millions..." Ye Fan laughed and teased.
For some reason, every time he meets Pei Wu, he always has the urge to tease her.
Pei Wu gave him a blank look and said coldly: "Get in the car, it's not early, the other eight team members have arrived at the base!"
"Eight? In this martial arts conference, can't each country send ten players? I'm one less!" Ye Fan said, as if thinking of something, he asked Pei Wu directly: "Are you... also a contestant?"
"Why? Can't it?" Pei Wu was unconvinced, and stood tall and said: "Last month, I have been promoted to the realm of the master!"
"Oh?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
With his current vision, a master of the Yellow Realm is naturally not in his eyes.
But in the secular world, the master of the Yellow Realm is already the realm that ordinary martial artists dream of, and may not be able to reach it for decades of cultivation.
Pei Wu is about the same age as Ye Fan, but without his adventures, even if the Eastern Excalibur Organization has a lot of resources, it can't compare with the hidden Sejong Sect.
On the other hand, Pei Wu spends most of her time performing various tasks, and her cultivation will inevitably be delayed.
She can break through the bottleneck in such a short period of time and become a master of Huang Jing, which is enough to prove her talent and hard work, but behind this, the sweat and blood that ordinary people can't imagine are paid.
The women do not let the eyebrows, enough to make people respect.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan got into the Hummer, and Pei Wu immediately threw a thick pile of materials to him.
"What is this?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"The information of the other eight contestants!" Pei Wu explained.
Ye Fan immediately lowered his head to read it.
"Xie Jinyuan, 37 years old, at the pinnacle of the Profound Realm, a master of horizontal training, cultivating Tiger Howling Golden Bell Cover and Longyin Iron Cloth!"
"Guo Yue, 35 years old, in the middle stage of the Profound Realm, a Shaolin lay disciple, good at smashing tablets, dragon claw grasping hands, arhat skills, etc..."
"Qin Zhengyang, 29 years old, in the early stage of the Profound Realm, won the championship of the individual event in the All-Army martial arts competition, and is known as the'Wu Zhuang Yuan'!"
"Tang Long, 27 years old, at the peak of the Yellow Realm, a descendant of Tang Sect in Shuzhong, good at hidden weapons and poison..."
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Looking at the information of these contestants, Ye Fan's face was solemn, and his brows became Chuan-shaped.
Strictly speaking, this lineup is definitely not weak, it can even be said to be very strong.
In the ancient martial world, the heads and elders of ordinary sects are also in the profound realm.
Even in the Hidden Sejong Sect, the strong in the Profound Realm are the mainstay.
However, it is still an impossible task to compete with US super fighters equipped with individual nuclear weapons.
It's as difficult as climbing!
The only hope of victory lies in Ye Fan.
In fact, in the Oriental Magic Sword, there are no stronger masters.
Just like Xiang Pojun, he is a powerful man, if he goes out of the mountain, he can greatly increase the probability of success.
However, with his identity as the leader of the Eastern Excalibur, his every move affects the nerves of countless people, and he will definitely not take risks easily.
Just like on the ancient battlefield, how can there be any reason for the Generalissimo to charge?
If it is noticed by the United States, it may be completely torn apart, and it will be a great loss for China to kill Xiang Pojun after all.
Half an hour later, the Hummer arrived at a military base in the suburbs.
Ye Fan and Pei Wu got out of the car and saw that in the open space not far away, there were eight big men standing proudly, with their backs upright like eight long spears, their eyes bright and masculine, even if they stood still. Invisibly revealed fierce fighting spirit.
Such a character, looking at the whole army, is one of a million characters.
Their kung fu has been tempered and tempered in the battlefield, wandering on the edge of life and death time after time, competing with death, if they encounter enemies of the same realm, they can kill them with their rich experience.
It is invincible in the same realm!
At this time, a middle-aged man in the lead stepped forward quickly, took the initiative to salute Ye Fan, and said: "General Ye, I am honored to see you and fight with you!"
"Mr. Xie, hello!" Ye Fan said.
There were photos in those materials just now, and Ye Fan knew that the person in front of him was Xie Jinyuan, the most powerful of the eight.
In addition, Xie Jinyuan also has an identity, the chief instructor of the "Night Tiger" Special Forces in the Northeast Theater, who resists the rank of colonel. In order to perform this task, he was temporarily transferred to the Oriental Excalibur organization.
At the same time, there were seven soldiers not far away, looking at Ye Fan in the distance, and began to whisper.
"That kid... is the commander of this mission? Are you kidding? A kid who doesn't have all the hair is also worthy of commanding us. Isn't this a nonsense?"
A stubborn young man pouted his lips in disdain, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
He is precisely Qin Zhengyang, known as the "Wu Zhuang Yuan", who won the championship in the all-army competition, known as the invincible player in the army, and was selected to enter the Oriental Sword.
As a strong man, of course he has his own arrogance. What's more, Qin Zhengyang is notorious for being a thorn in his head.
"Hey... Zhengyang, keep your voice down, be careful to be heard by others, and put on your little shoes!" someone next to him persuaded.
"Yeah... the senior officials crush people to death, not to mention that they are generals, and even Colonel Xie must salute when they see him!"
"Cut! What are you afraid of?" Qin Zhengyang said with an arrogant look, "Little Master, what I hate the most...is this kind of second generation ancestor who relies on his family background and his achievements!"
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The identity of Ye Fan is top secret in the military.
He smashed the ship with a sword, suppressed the Japanese martial arts, made the Emperor bow his head, and other heroic deeds. In the entire Chinese army, not many people knew about it, and they were all the big bosses at the top of the pyramid.
The eight fighters in the field were only told that Ye Fan was a major general of the Eastern Excalibur Organization and also the commander-in-chief of this mission.
In the face of such a young young general, they are inevitably unconvinced in their hearts.
Except for Xie Jinyuan, the highest rank is just a lieutenant colonel. This is the honor of being promoted exceptionally after numerous dangerous battles.
And now, a kid who hasn't even grown his hair is ranked as a major general. How can this convince them?
In their opinion, Ye Fan is 80% the grandson of a certain military boss. The reason why he joined this mission is to come for gilding!
If you win a good place in the global martial arts competition, all the credit goes to Ye Fan.
Invisibly, they stood on the opposite side of Ye Fan.
At this moment, someone asked again: "That's right! It is said that the United States has successfully developed a single-soldier nuclear weapon. I am afraid this martial arts conference will kill the Quartet!"
"Yes! Other countries are the role of accompany the prince to study. If you meet the United States by drawing lots, you can only choose to abstain and surrender, otherwise, even if the gods will not survive the bombardment!"
"Don't be so depressed, everyone!" Qin Zhengyang said loudly, "Even if we don't get the first place, we can still compete for the second place! Anyway, losing to the United States is not ashamed. If you can get the second place, it is considered a successful completion of the task. Up!"
After hearing this, the others nodded in agreement.
"Humph!"
At this moment, Ye Fan let out a cold snort.
"General Ye, what's wrong with you?" Xie Jinyuan asked puzzledly.
At the next moment, Ye Fan's gaze cut out like a sharp blade, scanned the audience, and finally fell on Qin Zhengyang, saying every word: "Excuse me, everyone here is rubbish!"
