Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1620 - 1621: A New Plan

Countless people swinging baseball bats ca down hard on Yang Fei who charged at the forefront.

Yet, Yang Fei's figure spun like a tornado, whipping up a small violent whirlwind.

Many people's baseball bats hadn't even hit Yang Fei's body before being swept away by the strong airflow around him.

From a distance, Yang Fei's advancing montum seed like a giant drill, wherever he went, people fell and horses stumbled, nothing could stand in his way.

Long Hai and the woman followed closely behind Yang Fei, effortlessly without any obstruction, quickly breaking out of the encirclent.

Long Hai watched Yang Fei charging at the front, shocked in his heart.

Such martial artist prowess he had never seen before, perhaps only that cheap master uncle at Luoshanji could compare to him.

In the blink of an eye, the three had rushed to the front of the Grand Cherokee.

Yang Fei directly leaped through the open car window, landing precisely in the driver's seat.

Long Hai and the woman entered the car's back seat one after the other.

Yang Fei started the engine, released the handbrake, revved the accelerator, and the Cherokee roared, making a perfect tailspin turn.

All the San Ke Party guys scread and backed off, soone was hit by the spinning Cherokee and flung far away.

In the roar of the Cherokee's massive engine, the car body charged like a steel beast directly at the crowd.

Countless San Ke Party mbers in front of the Cherokee scrambled to get out of the way, the Cherokee whizzed past, frantically leaving them behind.

The crowd threw their baseball bats, crackling against the Cherokee's rear window like a hailstorm.

Long Hai held the woman, the two shrank together, the window glass shattered but didn't harm them at all.

In an instant, Yang Fei's exquisite driving skills were perfectly displayed.

The old and battered Grand Cherokee, in his hands, was driven at the speed of a sparkling Porsche sports car.

A few minutes later, the Cherokee had already shaken off the San Ke Party guys, and Yang Fei slowed down a bit.

The Grand Cherokee drove forward for about fifteen or sixteen kiloters, and famous Sunset Beach lay ahead.

On the golden beach, sparse coconut trees reflected in the sea like blue crystals.

The sand is clear, the seagulls circle low, and the scenery is picturesque.

From the previous perilous brawl, suddenly seeing such a beautiful seascape, everyone had a feeling as if a lifeti had passed.

Yang Fei estimated that the San Ke Party guys couldn't catch up, so he drove the car into the coconut grove and stopped.

The woman crawled out of Long Hai's arms, looked at the beach, picturesque and beautiful, and couldn't help but smile.

Yang Fei didn't bother with them.

He got out of the car, walked to the front of the beach, lit a cigarette by himself, and secretly contemplated.

Long Hai, quite injured, still limped his way to Yang Fei, bowing deeply to him.

"Thank you, big brother, for saving my life. If you hadn't helped us today, Juanzi and I would be in serious trouble."

Yang Fei chuckled, tapping Long Hai on the forehead with a light flick.

"Why are you calling big brother? Call Master Uncle!"

"You're... Master Uncle?"

Long Hai was stupefied. Ever since Yang Fei left, he had always longed for this master uncle who transcended into holiness in martial arts.

This young master uncle, around the sa age as himself, was candid and straightforward in action.

His martial arts skills were truly consummate.

Every ti Long Hai thought of him, he regretted not following this master uncle to learn more superior martial arts.

Long Hai looked doubtfully at Yang Fei.

"You're clearly a big beard, my master uncle is much more handso than you, who are you, really?"

"Pff, isn't a big beard handso?"

Yang Fei snorted, suddenly leaning his body forward 120 degrees, spreading his hands and feet like a toad.

A sound gurgled from within his body, growing louder and louder.

Until finally, the sound was like thunder, listening closely, it ca from Yang Fei's lower abdon.

Toad-Strength Skill!

Long Hai was more than familiar with this set of martial arts ntal thod.

Since receiving the powerful master uncle's teaching of the Toad-Strength Skill, Long Hai's martial arts skills had improved by leaps and bounds.

He was just one step away from Core Formation to Divine Communication, and all this was naturally due to the Toad-Strength Skill.

So once Yang Fei displayed the Toad-Strength Skill, Long Hai confird that the bearded man in front of him was indeed his master uncle who had given him a new life.

However, seeing Yang Fei's mighty beard, Long Hai still wasn't quite sure.

"Master Uncle, when did you grow a beard, your appearance has... changed quite a bit."

Yang Fei sighed and murmured.

"Fool, don't you know that there is an art in this world called the Facial Transformation Technique?"

At this, Long Hai was both surprised and delighted, and knelt down with a thud.

"Disciple greets Master Uncle, it's been a long ti, Master Uncle, your gracefulness hasn't changed, congratulations."

Yang Fei impatiently helped him up.

"No need for pleasantries, let ask you, what are you doing here?"

Long Hai, a bit embarrassed, glanced at the gentle woman beside him.

"I heard the World Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant is being held here, and I wanted to co and have a look."

"My girlfriend Juanzi also likes island scenery, so I brought her along, treating it as a tour."

Yang Fei nodded.

He knew Longwei Martial Arts Hall was not so renowned major sect, and wouldn't receive an invitation to the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant.

Moreover, Long Hai coming here might just be like other ordinary martial artists, just to join in the fun.

Suddenly, a divine light flashed in Yang Fei's mind.

With the testimony of Young Master Ming Tai from Yinxue Tower, being selected for the Martial Golden Sword Tournant shouldn't be a problem.

At this mont, Yang Fei only needed to guard against two people.

One was Jingtian Chuyi, the other was Jing Kongzhao, these two were Yang Fei's real opponents.

As the largest martial arts alliance in Huaxia, Yinxue Tower had countless eyes following it wherever it went.

This was too high-profile and didn't fit with Yang Fei's style of quietly making a fortune.

Therefore, it took Yang Fei almost only a few seconds to determine his next plan.

His eyes lit up, looking Long Hai up and down, repeatedly sighing.

"Destiny, this surely is destiny."

Long Hai looked at Master Uncle's confused eyes, strangely staring at him, and couldn't help but shiver.

He forced out a smile, yet it looked worse than crying.

"Master Uncle, what exactly are you looking at?"

Yang Fei's face suddenly beca serious.

"Long Hai, do you want to make Longwei Martial Arts Hall famous worldwide, to enter the top ten factions at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant?"

Long Hai's eyes brightened, "Master Uncle, do you have a way?"

Before Yang Fei could speak, Long Hai covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Sorry, Master, I know that's impossible too."

Longwei Martial Arts Hall's foundation is shallow.

Not to ntion securing a spot in such a top martial arts tournant as the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant, it's not even considered top-notch in Los Angeles.

Yang Fei knocked Long Hai on the head with a flick.

"Who says? Making Longwei Martial Arts Hall one of the world's top ten factions isn't that hard."