Chapter 143 There is not even anyone who can fight!
Then everyone walked towards the school grounds.
On the way, Hong Qingyan, who had been silent all this time, rarely asked: "Brother Ye, do you think that great protector can defeat the bald monk, the great lama of the Brahma Kingdom?"
Ye Feng couldn't help but smile and asked: "What do you think?"
Hong Qingyan was startled and said: "I don't know about this. I can't tell anything. The great protector just now was quite arrogant and powerful. His kung fu should not be weak. He is also the number one master in the southern region."
After hearing this, Ye Feng just shook his head secretly.
Hong Qingyan asked: "Does Brother Ye think he can't beat the bald lama? If we lose, the southern border will probably be embarrassed this time, and by the way, our Xuanyuan Kingdom will be embarrassed as well."
Ye Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, everything is under my control."
"Well, after hearing what Brother Ye said, I don't have to worry about anything." Hong Qingyan nodded obediently.
After getting along for this period of time, for some reason, Hong Qingyan has developed a strong confidence in Ye Feng. Even if Ye Feng said that he would pluck the stars from the sky, she probably would not doubt it.
When Ye Feng and others arrived at the school grounds again, the huge ground paved with Xisha was already filled with densely packed people.
There are more than 2,000 elite soldiers in the southern base camp. Except for those who cannot leave their posts, the rest have already arrived here.
At this moment, many people are whispering among themselves in private: "Tell me, can our great protector win this time? Can we beat the great Zen Master Zhuanlun?"
"It's hard to say. This Zen Master Zhun Lun is a famous master of the Brahma Kingdom sect. It is said that he even competed with our Old Nan King back then. At that time, the Great Protector was just a retainer under Old Nan King.
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"Let's see, if we can't win this battle, then our southern border will be very embarrassed!"
All the soldiers in the southern border were undoubtedly very nervous. After all, Zen Master Zhun Lun was coming in a menacing manner, and he was obviously well prepared.
"Quiet!" Commander Lan gave an order, and the entire campus suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop. These two thousand soldiers were worthy of being elites, and they obeyed orders and prohibitions.
Although the Southern King was sitting on the high platform, his face was full of worry at the moment. When he saw Ye Feng approaching, he suddenly smiled and said: "Northern King, after today's battle, no matter the outcome, I will win."
Resigned from the position of King of the South."
Ye Feng sat in a wheelchair, turned to look at him and said: "Does King Nan no longer have confidence in himself?"
King Nan smiled bitterly and said: "In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Great Protector will definitely lose in this battle. If he loses, our Nanjing will lose face. And as the king of Nanjing, how can I be alone? How can I still be there?"
My face is in commanding the southern territory."
After a pause, Dugu Ming continued: "Furthermore, even if the great protector wins, my position as the Southern King will not be guaranteed. By then, his prestige will have greatly increased, along with several others."
The Territory Lord reported to the Imperial Capital to depose me as the Southern King."
Ye Feng just smiled and shook his head.
Dugu Ming asked: "Why, doesn't King Bei think so?"
Ye Feng did not answer his question directly, but said: "In my life, I have experienced hundreds of wars, large and small. Although most of them have advantages, I have also encountered disadvantages, and they are extremely severe.
Short disadvantage!"
Dugu Ming looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
Ye Feng continued: "Whenever I face such a disadvantageous situation on the battlefield, I never give myself room to think about my plan. Does King Nan know why?"
"Why?" Dugu Ming asked.
"That's because I have no choice at all, because there are countless soldiers behind me, and they need me to block them in front, so no matter how disadvantageous the situation is, I will not consider retreating, because as long as I
If you retreat, the soldiers behind me will definitely die!"
When Ye Feng said this, he looked at the more than two thousand soldiers on the campus below, and then said: "I know that I must win, and I must never give up, because behind me, there are not only my soldiers, but also me.
The Twelve Banners in the North, and even the entire Xuanyuan Kingdom!"
After saying this, Ye Feng turned his head and stopped looking at Dugu Ming.
Dugu Ming, on the other hand, fell into deep thought. He was thinking about Ye Feng's words, and at the same time secretly comparing what he had experienced over the years. After a long while, he nodded heavily and said: "I understand.
Now I finally understand why in the past few years, I have been unable to get all the soldiers in the southern border to obey wholeheartedly."
"King Bei, I'm not as good as you!" After saying this, Lonely Ming stood up slowly and bowed to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng did not move, and admittedly accepted his bow.
Let’s talk about the school grounds ahead. The great Zen Master Zhuan Lun held his head high, swinging his broad red robe, and walked step by step to the central arena.
Even though the Great Protector was unwilling in his heart, he had no choice but to walk over.
"Great Protector of the Southern Territory, please!"
"Master Zhuan Lun, please!"
The Great Protector here bowed his hands with the etiquette of the Xuanyuan Kingdom, and the Great Zen Master Zhun Lun there put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly. This was a unique etiquette of the Brahma Kingdom.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the dark night school grounds, and the Great Protector was full of momentum. The yellow sand under his feet was rolled up, and the flying sand and rocks were majestic.
Then the Great Protector rushed out like a cannonball, punched out, and the air even erupted with a roaring sound.
Half-step Martial King is really good after all!
However, the Zen Master Zhun Lun still remained motionless. He stood erect on the spot, quietly watching the other party rushing towards him, with even a hint of disdain on his smiling face.
Seeing that the Great Protector's fist was about to hit his face, the Zen Master Zhunlun finally moved. He grabbed out his right hand like lightning and grasped the Great Protector's fist in one fell swoop.
It stopped suddenly, and all the agitating momentum stopped at this moment.
The Archmage was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but what shocked him was that he could not retreat at all. His fist was pinched tightly by the opponent. What was even more frightening was that a wave of blood emerged from the opponent's body.
There was a pressure like a mountain, which made him almost unable to breathe.
This is the aura of King Wu. As the saying goes, all those under King Wu are ants. A half-step King Wu can only be regarded as a slightly stronger ant at best in front of the real King Wu who knows everything.
The Great Protector suppressed his blush, but still couldn't break free.
This was when the Zen Master Zhun Lun suddenly exerted his strength, grabbed his fist and shook it hard, and in an instant the great protector was thrown out like a child.
The great Zen master shouted loudly and stamped hard on the ground, creating a big hole, and then his men shot out like sharp arrows.
Before the Great Protector even touched the ground, Master Zhun Lun was already in front of him, and then punched out.
Ouch...
The Great Protector screamed in agony, and his whole body was thrown out like a kite with its string cut off. He vomited three mouthfuls of blood on the spot, staggered, and fell to his knees half-kneeling on the ground.
The great Zen master walked step by step in front of the great protector, looked at him condescendingly, and said with a cold snort: "Is this the greatest master in the southern region? In my opinion, this is nothing more than that, weak, really weak."
Well, it seems like you really don’t have anyone in the southern region who can fight!”
The night was silent, and the great Zen master's words were like a bell hanging in the air for a long time, making it extremely harsh.
There was deathly silence on the campus. More than two thousand soldiers clenched their fists, their whole bodies trembling with anger.
But in this situation, no one dared to stand up and refute what the great Zen master said!
