A Chinese?!

Hearing this, Deng Jiaojiao and Yang Yuwei's faces showed incredible expressions.

It's not that they look down on the Chinese, but this is in the Wa Kingdom, and the degree of arrogance of the Wa people is the same as that of the Koreans.

They will only kneel and lick Western countries, and they have always been disdainful of China.

And this time, it was the royal family of the Japanese Kingdom who personally came forward to hold a banquet.

If what Wen Zilun said is true, what kind of noble existence should that mysterious Chinese man be?

"Could it be...... Is the No. 1 leader here?" said Deng Jiaojiao.

"Impossible!" Yang Yuwei shook her head and said: "Such a big man visiting the Japanese Kingdom has long been on the news, it must be the standard of the state banquet, and it is impossible to set up a banquet in private!"

"Wen Shao, do you know who that big man is?" Deng Jiaojiao hurriedly asked.

"Hey...... Jiaojiao, if you kiss me, I'll tell you!" Wen Zilun teased.

"Oops! I hate it! There are so many people here, how embarrassing are you making people~" Although Deng Jiaojiao said no, she still pursed her lips and chirped on Wen Zilun's cheek.

"Hahaha......" Wen Zilun laughed loudly and said, "The royal family of the Japanese Kingdom is invited to a Chinese warrior this time?"

"Martial artist, is it the kind of martial arts master who flies the eaves and walks on the wall?" Deng Jiaojiao asked.

According to her cognition, no matter how powerful a martial artist is, at best, he is just opening a martial arts gym and being a bodyguard for the rich, how can he be so valued by the royal family of the Japanese Kingdom?

"Jiaojiao, the martial artist I am talking about is different from what you imagined! Do you know the big movement on the top of Mount Fuji a few days ago?" Wen Zilun said mysteriously.

"The top of Mount Fuji, Wen Shao, do you mean that Mount Fuji was hit by a meteorite outside the sky and was directly shorter by more than 100 meters?" Deng Jiaojiao asked rhetorically.

"Hehe......" Wen Zilun sneered: "What kind of meteorites outside the sky are all made up by the media to whitewash the peace and fool people! Let me tell you - the reason why Mount Fuji is 100 meters shorter is actually cut by that Chinese warrior!"

......

As soon as these words came out, it was like a muffled thunder, which exploded in the ears of Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao.

The faces of the two women showed a look of disbelief, and they thought that they had auditory hallucinations, and they couldn't believe their ears.

After a long time, Yang Yuwei was the first to come back to her senses, and stammered and asked, "Wen ...... Wen Shao, you shouldn't be joking, right?"

"Hmph, you think I'm lying?" Wen Zilun said gloomily.

"No, no, no, I'm not questioning you, but it's incredible!"

"Here, you'll see!" Wen Zilun said, taking out his phone and opening a video.

Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao hurriedly stepped forward.

The video is very blurry, the pixels are extremely low, and you can barely see two figures, floating in the air, like a god of the nine heavens, engaged in a fierce battle.

The earth shakes, the sky falls, and the world is apocalyptic, and you can faintly see Mt. Fuji below.

This scene of fierce battle has caused an unprecedented visual impact on the two women.

"Shhh

The two women gasped at the same time, their delicate bodies shook violently, and their worldview was about to be subverted if they were electrocuted.

In their eyes, the video records the Great War, which is even more exaggerated than science fiction movies!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have imagined such a terrifying existence in the world!

Seeing the shocked appearance of the two girls, Wen Zilun looked proud, and continued: "Not only that, that Huaxia warrior also defeated the legendary sword saint source Musashi of the Wa Kingdom, and it is precisely because of this that the royal family of the Wa Kingdom made a special trip to entertain him!"

His tone was full of pride.

Ye Fan crushed the martial arts world of the Wa Kingdom with an invincible attitude, and invisibly, the status of many Chinese businessmen who did business in the Wa Kingdom was also rising.

With the assets of the Wen family, it was far from being qualified to participate in a dinner party of this level, but this time Wen Zilun was able to come, which can be said to be stained with Ye Fan's light.

Suddenly, Deng Jiaojiao opened her mouth and asked, "Wen Shao, do you know what that peerless master is called?"

When Wen Zilun heard this, his eyes lit up, he held his head high, and said in a reverent and worshipful voice: "That master is called—"

"Ye-Bei-Chen!"

Wen Zilun deliberately dragged out his tone, full of momentum, and in the end, he turned his head and fell his gaze on Ye Fan.

Seeing this, Ye Fan was slightly surprised, and secretly said in his heart: Could it be that he recognized his identity?

However, the next moment, the corners of Wen Zilun's mouth rose slightly, outlining a sneering smile, and said in a strange manner: "Yuwei, this friend of yours is also surnamed Ye, right......? is also surnamed Ye, why is the gap between this person and people so big?"

Although he didn't say any swearing, this sarcasm was like a soft knife to kill someone.

Feeling the hostility in his tone, Yang Yuwei next to him did not look very good-looking, for fear that Ye Fan would be angry.

However, with Ye Fan's current identity, how could he be angry because of a clown like Wen Zilun?

Invisibly, Ye Fan revealed an indifferent temperament, as if he had read all the vicissitudes of the world, and no one in the sky or on the ground could enter the eyes.

Aware of this special temperament, a different color flashed in Yang Yuwei's beautiful eyes.

In the past few years, she has also seen many big guys in the modeling circle, and no one has ever been as detached as Ye Fan, and the superficial rich second generation like Wen Zilun is obviously a big difference compared with it.

Suddenly, Deng Jiaojiao asked curiously: "By the way, Wen Shao, this video is too blurry, do you know what that Ye Beichen looks like?"

When Wen Zilun heard this, he thought for a moment and said: "Although I haven't seen that master with my own eyes, I heard from others that he is more than two meters tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, a lion nose and a tiger mouth, a green face and fangs, and eyes as big as copper bells, which can scare people to death when he stares!"

"Poof!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the field, which was particularly abrupt.

"Whew!Whew!"

The next moment, several people turned their heads one after another, looked at the source of the laughter, and found that the person who made the laughter was Ye Fan, who had been silent before.

Deng Jiaojiao pointed at Ye Fan's nose and scolded: "Boy, Wen Shao speaks, what are you laughing at? Do you look down on Wen Shao, or look down on that peerless master?"

Wen Zilun was also furious, his long narrow eyes glared at Ye Fan viciously, blooming with a wolf-like yin owl light.

Actually, Ye Fan didn't mean to laugh, but he couldn't help it.

As the so-called three people become tigers, they spread falsehoods.

I don't know where Wen Zilun heard the rumors, what kind of lion-nosed tiger mouth, blue-faced fangs, and staring at death......

Is this treating him like a beast?

On the other side, seeing that Ye Fan had been silent and did not answer, Wen Zilun was already very hostile to him, but now he seemed to have grabbed the handle, and scolded angrily: "Boy, I brought you into the banquet for the sake of Yuwei's face, not only are you ungrateful, but you also sing against me, it is unreasonable! Get out of here!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan didn't move, his feet took root, and he still stood in place, taking his words as wind in his ears.

Because he was ignored, Wen Zilun became even more angry, and said even more violently: "Stinky boy, why don't you leave? Do you want to rely on it like a pug? Then I have to call a security guard!"

"Noise!"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, and then a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, Wen Zilun's hair stood up, as if he had been stripped of his essence, his naked body was exposed to the ice and snow, and the blood in his body was frozen even with his soul.

After a while, Ye Fan restrained his breath, and Wen Zilun came back to his senses, his face was pale, bloodless, and his vest was soaked with cold sweat, as if he had walked before the ghost gate was closed.

"What happened just now? Why can this stinky boy put so much pressure on me? Illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Wen Zilun thought so in his heart, and subconsciously took two steps back, as if Ye Fan was some terrifying beast.

But this scene fell in the eyes of Yang Yuwei and Deng Jiaojiao, but it was a little strange, they didn't know what happened at all.

"Wen Shao, are you okay?" asked Deng Jiaojiao with concern.

Wen Zilun waved his hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and forced himself to calm down, but he still had lingering palpitations, and he no longer dared to show off his might to Ye Fan.

At this moment, an unscrupulous male voice sounded behind him:

"Isn't this Xiao Wen......? Two more little beauties around you?"

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