My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

This kid didn't seem to be using his spiritual power just now.

But it seems to be used again.

But the actions to deal with Zhuo Wei are definitely not something ordinary people can do.

"Is he a master of physical arts?"

One can guess at this point.

Among the superpowers in China, there are two routes.

One is a martial artist who uses spiritual power.

Another one is a person who practices physical arts.

The practice of physical arts is extremely difficult.

Not only is the cultivation speed slow, but the pain and torture required to endure is far beyond that of ordinary warriors.

But the advantage is that the requirements for meridians talent are not high, and it can do things that ordinary warriors cannot do.

For example, when dealing with shikigami, the taijutsu practitioner can use extremely fast speed to directly hit the practitioner controlling the shikigami.

"If you are really a master of physical skills, it would be very lively. Even in our area there are not many such people."

Zheng Meixin's eyes showed anticipation.

On the stage.

Zhuo Wei also noticed the strength of his opponent at this time.

"It really is not an ordinary person."

Zhuo Wei squinted his eyes and further concentrated his spiritual power.

Everyone felt that his body was exuding a strong pressure at this time.

Zhuo Wei really started to use his full strength.

His fist now had a dangerous aura.

"This is the tiger thorn."

Someone recognized it immediately.

The so-called Fuhu Thorn uses spiritual power to condense into fist-like spikes on the hand, which can break through any defense when attacking.

"Brother, you have to stay away."

Zhuo Wei's figure was like a heavy cannon in an instant, and he rushed in front of Yang Feng in an instant.

Yang Feng wanted to react, but it was too late at this time.

When Zhuo Wei used his special skills, his body speed was much faster than before.

Yang Feng knew that even if he could see clearly, his body would not have time to act.

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly burst out from his eyes.

Zhuo Wei felt shocked.

Just when his fist was about to hit Yang Feng.

Yang Feng dodged toward the flank, and then a strong binding force pressed Zhuo Wei's shoulders.

Zhuo Wei felt that his movements were a little slower in an instant.

But at this moment, Yang Feng had already grabbed Zhuo Wei's arm.

For some reason, a special spiritual power appeared in Yang Feng's hand at this time, and poured directly into Zhuo Wei's hand.

Zhuo Wei's hand felt numb in an instant.

This is the disorder caused by the infusion of spiritual power into the meridians of the arms.

Yang Feng realized that this move was too heavy, so he immediately stopped his hand, lifted Zhuo Wei's body and threw it to the side.

"boom!"

Zhuo Wei's body fell to the ground, losing all mobility.

Especially his hand, even though it was not hit hard at this time, it was still as if it had hit a steel plate, numb and unable to lift any strength.

He had just opened and closed the attack, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

Everyone present fell silent at this moment.

is this real?

Some people rubbed their eyes and couldn't even believe what they just saw.

Zhuo Wei's strength is obvious to all, but in front of Yang Feng, he can't get past even one move?

Even Zhuo Wei was sitting on the ground looking confused.

After a long time, he finally stood up, lowered his head and said slowly: "I...I lost."

His convinced expression.

Yang Feng showed a smile and said, "I'm sorry, it seemed like I was a bit harsh just now."

"It's okay, it's better now."

Zhuo Wei tried his best to lift his hand to indicate that he was okay.

In fact, Yang Feng also realized that he seemed a little too unkind.

When he turned around, he realized that everyone in the audience had taken half a step back in fear.

Zhuo Wei grinned and said, "Didn't I tell you that you wanted to fight with others? Hurry up!"

"This……"

No one in the audience dared to go up.

However, Yang Feng seemed to have no time at this time.

Because it's already dusk outside.

"Well, I have to go home first."

Yang Feng scratched his head with a simple smile on his face, as if the fight just now had never happened.

What kind of god is this guy?

However, Murong Wan saw Yang Feng's move clearly and smiled at this moment, saying, "I'll take you back."

"Row."

Yang Feng readily agreed.

He didn't come by car either.

Murong Wan drove the investigation bureau's car and sent Yang Feng back home.

The car is driving on the road.

Murong Wan glanced at Yang Feng, who was in the passenger seat, and said, "You're not familiar with using spiritual power to fight, right?"

"If you're not familiar with it, it's useless to be familiar with it. I don't plan to fight with people every day."

Yang Feng answered readily, "I just want to be a rich man."

"How rich are you?"

"At least you should be the richest man, hehe."

Yang Feng grinned.

Murong Wan did not ridicule him, but said: "With your current ability, it seems that it is not difficult to become the richest man, but what about after that?"

"We'll talk about it later. And who said it's so easy to become the richest man?"

Yang Feng was calculating there and said: "I have already calculated it before. Whether it is in the antique circle or the stone gambling circle, you can only make so much money. If there are really a large number of top-quality jadeite, it will lead to devaluation. So that thing can earn at most a few billion."

"I heard that you invested a lot of money?"

"Yeah, otherwise how can we make money?"

Yang Feng couldn't change his problem with raising money.

Murong Wan saw that Yang Feng couldn't do without money, and then said: "Speaking of your investments, few of them can make quick money, but I am very interested in the fruit cultivation in your hometown. I will ask someone to bring it to me later." How about some?"

"It hasn't grown yet. According to my estimation, it will take at least a year for the fruit plantations back home."

Yang Feng said with a grin: "But recently I thought of a channel to promote my hometown."

He remembered that Liu Qinglan had told him before that there would be another live broadcast soon.

As long as your popularity is high and you can do some publicity for your hometown, you will definitely become famous.

Murong Wan didn't interrupt him either.

After walking him to the door of his house, Yang Feng got off the car.

"I have something to do later, so I'll come back to you later."

Murong Wan chuckled one last time and drove away.

Yang Feng spread his hands and headed back home.

It was already past six o'clock in the evening.

Yang Feng arrives home.

Home.

At this time, as always, the sound of keyboard tapping came from the room.

The difference is that people can still hear voices in the kitchen.

"Are there any guests at home?"

Yang Feng was a little strange.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Liu Qinglan and Liu Yueyun here.

These two people are from the same family.

Liu Yueyun is in charge of cooking, and Liu Qinglan is helping to taste the dishes without hesitation.

Seeing Yang Feng come back, Liu Qinglan chuckled and said, "Yang Feng, why are you back?"

"Isn't this just in time? Why are you here alone today? Where is that kid Gao Ronghai?"

Yang Feng asked strangely.

Liu Qinglan took a bite of food and then explained: "He is still working overtime at the company. I am here to tell you the time of the live broadcast, which is set at seven o'clock tomorrow evening."