"You... are really... Xiaoxia!"

No matter how he was used to the strong wind and waves, Feng Qingyang also widened his eyes at this time, and he could not help himself.

He will never forget that when the gun went off, his butt was so sucked by the commander. At that time, the little guy who was only nine years old quietly stole Jinchuang cream from his house and wiped it with his chubby little hands.

The wind when one reaches middle age is clear and bright, it is no longer as immature as fifteen years ago, and now it is more calm and persistent.

But no matter how calm he was, his face was filled with shock after learning that the former young master of the Ye family was still alive.

"Yes, Brother Feng, I'm still alive and have been living for fifteen years!"

Although Feng Qingyang is already full of a mustache, his heroic and handsome face is full of vicissitudes, and he is no longer handsome and imposing.

But in front of his former elder brother, Ye Qiu put down all his guard. In addition to his identity as Hell Shura, he revealed his life experience.

"That's great, it's great, the commander has a last place!"

Feng Qingyang couldn't care so much. He had always been expressionless, and suddenly a happy smile appeared on his face, and he hugged Ye Qiu in front of him tightly.

Fifteen years ago passed. No matter whether Ye Qiu is a good person or a bad person now, in Feng Qingyang's eyes, he is always the naughty little guy who knows how to feel sorry for others.

Ye Qiu also showed a long-lost smile and gently patted Feng Qingyang on the back.

From the beginning of entering the Chinese restaurant, he had always felt the mighty atmosphere of a warrior, so he deliberately used the snake to pull out of the hole and attack Yin Qing to force the person who had been hiding in the dark to appear.

But he never expected that there would be unexpected gains and found Feng Qingyang, his father's former guard.

What he didn't expect was that Brother Feng had been doing Yin Qing's "eyes" over the years, secretly helping her inquire about China and ensuring her life safety at any time.

Just as the two hugged each other tightly, Yin Qing, who was beside him, also showed a kind smile again, although this son was very heartless towards him.

But since he was able to treat Feng Qingyang honestly, it proves that he did not forget everything he had fifteen years ago, and he still had emotions in his bones.

"Oh by the way, Xiaoxia, what happened just now? Why can you take it easily in the face of my attack without any harm?" Feng Qingyang quickly realized that Ye Qiu's present is different from the past after the greetings.

He was still very confident in his skills and kung fu. As the former guard of Commander Ye, he, like Jiang Cheng, did not practice Chinese ancient martial arts, but with his force, there should not be many people in the entire Tianhai who can compete with him.

But I never expected that without knowing it and having done his best, Ye Qiu's random punch destroyed his attack.

And seeing his calmness in his appearance, he seemed to have a backup plan and did not do his best.

Faced with Feng Qingyang's straight-forward topic, Ye Qiu naturally could not reveal his identity in the dark world in front of him and Yin Qing, so he replied: "Brother Feng, in order to save his life, I have learned some three-legged kung fu over the years, and I can't get on the table.

The reason why I was able to take over your attack just now was that Brother Feng used the unskilled dragon claw hand, so I was lucky enough to escape from death...

"Oh?" Feng Qingyang's face immediately became bright, "How do you know that I am not skilled in the dragon claw hands?"

Ye Qiu did not hide, "It's very simple. The dragon claw hand is the unique skill of Shaolin Temple. Wherever his hand reaches, he is extremely fierce and powerful. He grabs trees and leaves traces, grabs meat into holes, and uses a pair of steel to eradicate evil and acts as a hero.

But Brother Feng, you and my father are not learning this way in the army, so naturally you can't use the gods to block the gods and kill the gods. The maximum power of the Buddha's dragon claw hand that blocks the Buddha's dragon claw hand.

If I was not mistaken, the reason why you chose Dragon Claw Hand to take my life just now is that you don’t want to reveal your identity, so you do it on purpose.”

Because the monk Wang Kai around him comes from Shaolin Temple, Ye Qiu knows Dragon Claw Hand very well.

"Baoba......"

Feng Qingyang showed a happy smile on his face, applauding Ye Qiu's wisdom from the bottom of his heart, and not stinging with his appreciation, he gave Ye Qiu in front of him a thumbs up.

"Xiao Xia, you are really a talented person who has been separated for three days. You are not the naughty little guy you used to be, but you have become a hidden talent.

Next time I have the chance, I want to have a good conversation with you to see if you are a three-legged cat."

Feng Qingyang has been wandering around the world for some time. He tried to feel Ye Qiu's breath to distinguish his background, but he could not detect anything from Ye Qiu's body.

He is not a fool. Since this is the case, there are only two situations. One is that Ye Qiu is really as he said, only knowing the basics of kung fu, so he does not have the murderous aura of a warrior.

Secondly, Ye Qiu's skills are completely unfathomable, and he can control the murderous aura around him in a moderate manner, so as to be calm and freely restrained.

"Hehe......" Ye Qiu smiled heartily twice. He naturally knew that Feng Qingyang was inquiring about his details openly and secretly.

"That's natural. If you have the chance, I will definitely learn a few kung fu with Brother Feng to defeat the enemy with one blow."

Ye Qiu was very modest. He would not easily reveal his identity in the underground world before he understood everything fifteen years ago.

Because once cold blood appears, it is likely to cause bloody storms again. At that time, countless enemies will be hunted down, and a storm will sweep across China, and World War III is inevitable...

Seeing that Ye Qiu was hiding, Feng Qingyang knew that this once little brother had many secrets. Since he didn't say it, he stopped asking questions and immediately focused on the conflict just now.

"Oh by the way, Xiaoxia, you really misunderstood your wife just now. I don't know what happened between you, mother and son.

But the wife has never poisoned anyone. Over the years, she has basically never left the door and never stepped in. I don’t need to lie to you about this." Feng Qingyang defended Yin Qing.

"Brother Feng, are you sure?"

Ye Qiu seemed to be a little unbelievable. After all, he and Yin Qing were the only ones who survived the Ye family's bloody disaster. He did not poison Xiao Mo Zheng and Yin Qing did not, so who was the one who was responsible for this?

"I'm very sure!" Feng Qingyang said, patting his chest.
Chapter completed!