In the next three days after capturing Inpo, Ye Fan had Inpo sent to a cruise ship to be imprisoned.
Then he tried his best to treat Miao Fenglang, Atagu and others.
In the battle at the teahouse, if he hadn't taken the opportunity to attack, it would have been difficult to defeat the cunning Indian Po.
This also made Ye Fan re-examine Shen Qiye's background.
No wonder they have been able to live in peace for so many years. The Shen family does have a history of being domineering.
However, because of the battle in the teahouse, Zhuo Yiyi and others admired Ye Fan even more.
Dozens of people, Miao Fenglang, and Atagu couldn't suppress the Indian woman. Ye Fan punched her through one hand lightly and gave her medicine.
Such a master, coupled with the background of the Dragon Slaughter Hall, not only has the ability to protect the Wucheng Wucheng Alliance, but also has the strength to compete in the world.
Therefore, everyone in the Wucheng Martial League treated Ye Fan with complete respect.
This also made Ye Fan live comfortably in Wu Meng.
After three days, Ye Fan not only became more familiar with the martial alliance, but also allowed Miao Fenglang and Atagu to recover more than half.
This also made the Wu League jump into pieces.
Miao Fenglang and Atagu pestered the four guardians and them to practice boxing, beating hundreds of people every day until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
This made the entire martial arts alliance run away as if they had seen ghosts.
Several junior sisters even fainted when they met the two of them.
However, this also greatly improved the combat effectiveness of the Wucheng Military Alliance.
In order to protect themselves, the disciples of the martial alliance who had no actual combat in the past tensed up their nerves and racked their brains every day to avoid the attacks of Miao Fenglang and the two men.
This gave the entire Wu League unprecedented vitality and cohesion.
"Young Master Ye, you have to take care of Miao Fenglang and Atagu, and show off your arms every day to find someone to compete with."
"I wanted to learn some skills from a few junior sisters, but I ended up being disturbed by Miao Fenglang and the two of them.
At dusk on the fourth day of the teahouse battle, Ye Fan and Wang Qingwu were drinking tea on the rooftop, and Zheng Junqing appeared with a depressed look on his face.
"And the little junior sisters who used to be cute and cute are now like elves, running fast and swishing fast, and their minds are spinning fast."
"It seriously affected my in-depth communication with them."
A few days ago, he asked his junior sister to practice martial arts. The junior sister exclaimed that Mr. Zheng was so motivated.
Now he is practicing martial arts with his junior sister, and people are looking at him like a fool.
These women seem to have grown up overnight.
Wang Qingwu glanced at Zheng Junqing and said angrily:
"Zheng Junqing, you have a wife now, so stop flirting with women."
"Also, Mr. Ye will not care about Miao Fenglang and Atagu."
"Haven't you seen that the entire Wu League is full of vitality and cohesion these days?"
Wang Qingwu poured half a cup of tea for Ye Fan: "This is Ye Shaoyao's catfish effect."
Ye Fan looked at Wang Qingwu with approval.
Miss Wang is smart and can see through his mind at a glance.
He has allowed Atagu and the two to challenge the Martial Alliance these days just to stir up this stagnant water.
Ye Fan wants 8,000 elite members of the martial alliance, not 8,000 rabble.
Zheng Junqing was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly:
"Then the two of them should be merciful. Many beautiful junior sisters were beaten until they looked like pig heads. It made me feel sad to see them."
"Two big men don't know how to care about women."
"They deserve to be single."
He also sighed: "When I reach the level of Zhanyi Shibagun, I will kill them all..."
"Um?"
"ah?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two more people appeared next to Zheng Junqing.
"You want to challenge us?"
"Master Zheng, have you mastered the Eighteen Rolls of Zhanyi?"
"Come on, let's practice for a while and see how we roll."
Miao Fenglang and Atagu excitedly picked up Zheng Junqing and ran away.
Zheng Junqing shouted hysterically: "Heroes, two good men, if you have anything to say, talk to me. I have an eighty-year-old mother..."
Wang Qingwu smiled sweetly:
"You should teach him a lesson."
Then she looked at Ye Fan and said: "Master Ye, the spies have sent news that there is still no big movement in the Shen family."
Ye Fan smiled: "Didn't you see the Shen family's army or the ghost-faced cavalry entering Wucheng?"
Wang Qingwu shook her head gently: "I haven't found it yet."
"The World Chamber of Commerce will move more frequently."
"Temujin not only contacted the war commanders in various war zones, but also summoned the masters of the martial arts alliance under his command."
"Temujin has also recruited many mountain sect masters in Xia Kingdom."
"Yesterday, we recalled the most dazzling golden flower of the Ironwood family, Ironwood and the Moon."
"Top-secret information informs that Temujin has gathered a 100,000-strong Temujin army and a team of 500 masters."
"I don't know whether to deal with the Shen family or start a war with the Dragon Slaying Palace."
Wang Qingwu's tone became solemn invisibly, worried that Temujin would come after Ye Fan.
"This shouldn't be for the Dragon Slaughter Hall."
Ye Fan sat up straight and said calmly:
"A hundred thousand troops and five hundred masters may seem huge, but they are not enough to deal with the Dragon Slaughter Hall."
"In addition to the thousands of elites in the base camp, Tulong Palace also has 60,000 elite troops from Tiannan Province."
"With the addition of the refugees trained by the Imperial Concubine, it will not be difficult to gather a hundred thousand soldiers."
"It's unrealistic for Temujin to win with a hundred thousand Temujin army and five hundred masters."
Today, the Slaughter Dragon Hall is impregnable under the management of Uncle Dong.
And it has also expanded from more than 3,000 people to 8,000 people, including many masters of the 16th Department.
It is unrealistic for Temujin to use 100,000 people and 500 masters to eradicate the Dragon Slaying Hall.
Wang Qingwu had a trace of doubt in his eyes:
"If it's not to deal with Dragon Slaughter Hall, then it's to take revenge on Shen Qiye?"
"After all, Shen Qiye just caused heavy losses to Temujin. The three giants and the thirty-six backbones can be regarded as a blood feud."
"But Shen Qiye also has elite soldiers and generals. In addition to the 100,000 border troops, there are also 8,000 ghost-faced cavalry and generals."
She was a little puzzled: "Temujin also has little chance of winning against the Shen family."
Ye Fan smiled: "If you can't guess it, I won't guess it. Let the spies keep an eye on it at all costs."
Wang Qingwu nodded lightly: "Okay!"
At this moment, Zhuo Yiyi knocked on the door and ran in.
There was a solemn look on her face: "Young Master Ye, Shen Qiye is here."
Ye Fan raised his head and asked: "How many people are here?"
Zhuo Yiyi exhaled a long breath: "Alone!"
Wang Qingwu was slightly surprised: "Alone? Aren't you afraid that we will kill him?"
This is the Martial Alliance, with 8,000 disciples. No matter how powerful Shen Qiye is, he cannot defeat 8,000 people.
Once Ye Fan breaks the jar, Shen Qiye will never be able to go back.
"As expected of Shen Qiye, his courage is amazing."
Ye Fan smiled at Wang Qingwu:
"But a person like him will definitely not be without backup options."
He added: "Inform Miao Fenglang and Atagu to take people to go around a thousand meters in radius."
Wang Qingwu nodded: "Okay!"
When Wang Qingwu went to make arrangements, Ye Fan tilted his head to Zhuo Yiyi:
"Let's go, take me to meet him."
After finishing speaking, he followed Zhuo Yiyi towards the Wumeng League's reception room.
At this time, the lanterns were starting to come on, and the hall was lit up with warm yellow lights.
The change of light and the change of atmosphere made Ye Fan's vision blurry for a moment.
With an instinct for danger, he suddenly stopped at the entrance.
Ye Fan suddenly focused his gaze and looked in one direction.
This look happened to collide with the dangerous aura coming towards me.
In the void, there seemed to be an explosion like when swords collide.
There were also a few sparks flying up.
The fuzzy feeling was like smoke, gradually disappearing. When Ye Fan saw the other person clearly, his pupils suddenly dilated and his body became stiff for an instant.
Although the light in the hall is soft, there is still a hint of darkness, which prevents the sight from seeing too far.
But more than ten meters away, an outstanding figure as straight as a javelin was so dazzling and conspicuous.
