Chapter 171 Young Man surnamed Ye

The soldiers on both sides lined up and scattered, and the whole field suddenly became silent. What kind of identity is the person? He can have this kind of appearance. Ye Hetu, standing in the center of the ring, stopped to fight with Liu Zhengjun. As early as when he received the flying knife shot from the outside, Ye Hetu had no idea of continuing to fight. Liu Zhengjun was aroused by the blood of one after another. He wanted to be taller than Ye Hetu, but Ye Hetu didn't look at Liu Zhengjun now, which made the latter angry. It was not easy to sneak up in front of everyone, so he had to wait for a big shot outside to come.

The three people walked into the venue in the middle. At the front was a young man with a folding paper fan, smiling. When he entered the door, he kept looking at Ye Hetu in the center of the ring. It seemed that only Ye Hetu could attract his attention in the whole hall, and the rest of the people were not worth mentioning in his eyes. Ye Hetu noticed the other party's eyes, just looked up at him, and then turned his eyes to the later person. The young man with a paper fan opened the fan and praised Ye Hetu's behavior. Obviously, the owner was not him. But behind him, walking in the front, but for the escort of the master behind him.

Following the two people behind the young man of the paper fan, a man and a woman marched side by side. The man had a kind smile on his face, and the woman had a frosty face. She carefully stared at Ye Hetu, who was playing with a flying knife in the middle of the ring. She was worried that if he was not careful, Ye Hetu would throw out the flying knife that was constantly hovering in his hand. The knife was made by her to test Ye Hetu's strength, but it turned out to be that it was unexpected and unexpected. Unexpectedly, she knew that her temptation would be detected and taken by the other party. Unexpectedly, she did not expect that the other party could easily grab the flying knife she threw out.

The young man holding the paper fan and the woman playing with the flying knife are naturally the bodyguards of the person in the center of the three people. The person who was protected by the two is not very young, at least similar to Ye Hetu. When he entered the door, he looked at Ye Hetu and turned his eyes to the VIP seat, with a strong smile on his face. Several military leaders sitting in the VIP seat saw the young man coming and quickly stood up. It seemed that the other party was not small. However, Mr. Li of the Shenyang Military Region showed a puzzled expression, and there were several other old people who were not familiar with the situation. The young people who came to the VIP seat felt very face-to-face and had never seen them before. However, Jia Laohe's behavior made them unable to figure out the root of the matter, so they had to sit in the original position and watch the change.

The old monk Zhao Shidao opened and closed his eyes for a period of time. He threw a kind smile at the young man who was gradually approaching here. The young man who came nodded. The direction was leaning against Mr. He Lao Jia. Ye He's figure in the center of the ring stopped, making the two bodyguards over there hold their breath. They didn't know where Ye Hetu came. Li, but it doesn't mean that their master doesn't know. As long as the master orders, they will definitely go forward without hesitation.

The young man's ears, who had walked to the VIP seat, moved slightly. He slowly turned around and looked at Ye Hetu. Ye Hetu, who was about to walk down the ring, noticed the young man's behavior and raised his head. The two pairs of eyes were tit-for-tat, only lasted less than a second, and both sides looked away.

"If friends come from afar, it is the hospitality. Yanzi, you have lost to others, so don't pester them. Qin Li, you do it. The young man with his hands behind him suddenly said loudly. He turned around, dressed in a purple dress. The well-looking woman walked behind the young man and protected the young man's left side. Qin Li, who was holding a paper fan in his hand, was instructed by the master to walk slowly to the ring. With each step, the paper fan will tremble slightly, which is a long-accumulated habit and rhythm.

"This boy is interesting."

Seeing that the other party did not give the step down, Ye Hetu simply stood on the ring, holding his chin and laughing, while Liu Zhengjun, who was standing opposite him, was not sure. Normally, there was a person below who wanted to go to the ring, and there were three people in the ring. Originally it was one-on-one, but now it has become two-on-one. Liu Zhengjun, who was born in the army, couldn't help but hesitate a little. In the army, there was a fair and just statement, but it was more important to obey the order, so he turned his eyes to the area of the Chengdu Military Region. Now he can only follow the advice of Commissar Yang. Yang Wang, who is sitting in the viewing seat, is really the backbone of the Falcon team. His eyes are directed at any time. The pace of the Falcon team.

Yang Wangzhen, who was sitting in the position, looked firm. When Liu Zhengjun asked him, he only paused for a few seconds and nodded slightly. Nothing escaped Ye Hetu's eyes. When Liu Zhengjun stood upright and faced Ye Hetu with a solemn face, the young man with a paper fan jumped up to the ring with a smile and stood with Liu Zhengjun. He said, "The Falcon Team, right? I heard that it's very powerful. Today, I finally have the opportunity to work side by side with the trump card of the Chengdu Military Region. It's an honor."

Hearing Qin Li's words, Liu Zhengjun didn't say a word. The Falcon Force was an organized and disciplined special forces force. Other people's praise was dispensable for their group. However, Liu Zhengjun was more vigilant when he looked at Qin Li, and Qin Li, who held the paper fan, didn't care about Liu Zhengjun's eyes. Instead, he smiled at Ye Hetu and said, "I heard that you are going to make trouble in the special forces competition?"

Ye Hetu laughed, as if Qin Li's words made him laugh. Qin Li, who was confused by Ye Hetu's inexplicable laughter, waited quietly. The paper fan in his hand was quietly waved away, and a classical landscape ink painting suddenly appeared in front of him. He gently shook the fan. Liu Zhengjun's ears moved slightly and sensed the unusual smell. On the ring, there was a little more dangerous smell.

"Who did you hear that?"

Ye Hetu, who stopped laughing, suddenly asked Qin Li with slanting eyes. The flying knife in his hand turned faster and faster, and he saw a white light shining. The frequency of Qin Li's fan became regular, and Liu Zhengjun, whose muscles were tense in an instant, was also ready to attack. He only needed an opportunity, and the attack was about to begin.

"Mr. He, Mr. Jia, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you safe and sound?"

The young man on the other side stood in front of Mr. Li and asked with a smile on his face. He didn't care about what was going on behind him at all. But the woman next to him paid close attention to what was going on in the ring. Mr. He stood up and looked at Mr. Jia and smiled. Mr. He took the lead and said, "How long has it been? You have changed a lot. "

"I think so. When you were a child, you still had a long snot. If the old guy hadn't reminded me, I almost didn't recognize it."

Mr. Jia also said repeatedly. It seemed that they were like the elders of the young man in front of him. When the young man heard the words of the two elders, he did not refute them. He smiled and walked to the place where the "leaf" sign was placed. He sat down safely and didn't mean to greet the other old people at all. He let the other old people I couldn't help frowning.

"How about this person?"

Sitting next to Zhao Shidao, the young man who looked at the ring picked up the teacup in front of him, stroked the hot tea in the cup with the tea lid, and asked Zhao Shidao silently.

This young man, his surname is Ye.

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