The god-level son-in-law of the female president

"It's not too late, we're leaving now."

The Zhengyang Loose Cultivator smiled.

"it is good!"

Killing Mountain nodded heavily.

"I'll arrange the itinerary immediately, and Yehe will cooperate with us."

"Ah."

The Zhengyang Loose Cultivator nodded, looking outside the door.

Those greedy and deep eyes seemed to cross the entire island and reach the inland city of Hangzhou!

.........

Hangtown, villa.

Ye Huan is in a closed state.

Although he is at the center of public opinion, the hustle and bustle of the outside world seems to be completely isolated from Ye Huan and cannot reach his ears.

But Ye Huan knew very well that the connections he mobilized were enough to suppress those overseas ants.

As for the territory of Huaxia, Ye Huan was escorted by Hangzhou officials, and no one dared to bargain with Ye Huan.

Therefore, after the successful conclusion of the second press conference, the position of Fengxue Pharmaceutical has been completely stabilized.

The next thing Ye Huan has to face is the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, not to mention the Wu family and other forces eyeing them.

Ye Huan didn't dare to take any chances. Under heavy pressure, he began to practice in closed doors, hoping to break through as soon as possible.

Now that he is at the seventh level of acquired cultivation, he did not try to break through again, but continued to consolidate his cultivation.

Tianzhuyu is like a displacer, constantly smelting and storing the aura of heaven and earth, and then transferred into Ye Huan's body to strengthen his body.

Ye Huan slowly began to run the "Ziqing Yiqi Technique", and the gurgling air in his body flowed like blood, spinning, and transported into the dantian.

"The inner strength is like a fog, and there is no trace. If it is condensed into substance, you can comprehend the mysteries of the innate master. Only in this state can we be called supernatural."

Ye Huan murmured, concentrated his attention, eliminated impurities in his internal energy, and kept washing his crystal-clear dantian, rushing towards the next realm.

While Ye Huan was concentrating on his practice, he didn't know that danger was approaching quietly.

Thousands of miles away from Hangzhou, a smuggling ship was on the coast, surrounded by several crew members, ready to sail to the distant city of Hangzhou.

"Master Dao, this island is still more than ten minutes away from the port. You can rest for a while, and we will take you there on a yacht."

The crew looked extremely respectful, and he knew that the old man in front of him had an extraordinary background.

He has been cultivating on the island for many years, and his cultivation reaches heaven and earth, and he can be called a fairy-like existence.

And this yacht worth tens of millions is also the old man's private property.

These crew members who were temporarily summoned are not qualified to board the ship.

As for the reason and purpose of the old man's actions, they didn't dare to ask.

But they know that something big will happen!

The person who is called Taoist is the Zhengyang Sanren who traveled this time.

Looking at the endless coastline, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "After retreating for so long, it's better to hone your cultivation..."

Thinking of this, Zhengyang Sanren waved his sleeves: "You guys retreat for now, I will cross by myself."

This trip, Lu Shan did not go with him, but set off early to learn about the situation in Hangzhou.

He rested for a while before arriving leisurely, but he had to face the vast sea area. Fortunately, Lu Shan had already prepared the yacht.

But now, he has his own ideas.

Everyone looked at the confident Zhengyang Sanren with big eyes and small eyes, all a little at a loss.

A crew member smiled wryly and said, "Master Dao, this place is tens of nautical miles away from the port, even if you learn the turtle qigong, you may not be able to swim there..."

But the boss of the boat beat him on the head and cursed: "Fuck you, how could the Taoist swim over, he just wants to sail the boat by himself and experience life."

After the boat boss finished speaking, he said with a sneer: "Master Dao, you can just take me with you on this trip, I can help you anyway."

The Zhengyang Sanren shook his head, without explaining too much, his figure flickered, the yacht did not tremble, but the whole person jumped into the sea lightly.

As if witnessing a miracle, the crew member excitedly said, "I'll just say, Master Dao wants to swim over."

The boss of the ship turned pale in shock, glared at the crewman viciously, and poked his head out hastily, wanting to persuade him a few more words.

He knew how precious Zhengyang Sanren's status was, if something went wrong, the old man's disciples and grandchildren would definitely kill him.

The other crew members came back to their senses and looked under the railing in disbelief, including that crew member who also wanted to study the swimming posture of Zhengyang Sanren.

But in the next second, their expressions all froze, and shocking expressions burst out from their eyes.

I saw that Zhengyang Sanren didn't fall into the sea at all, the soles of his feet seemed to have buoyancy, and they walked on the sea like walking on flat ground, with two long white waves drawn behind him.

It was traveling at such a fast speed that it was not even inferior to a yacht. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small white dot and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Really, it's not true... this is an encounter with a god!"

The boss of the boat was stunned, his legs trembled, and he slumped down limply, feeling that he would never forget this scene forever.

The reactions of other people were not much better, and many people even knelt down facing the back of Zhengyang Sanren, and did not get up for a long time...

That night in Hangzhou, the people sent by the Ye family gathered on the coast. They were notified that they were going to welcome Zhengyang Sanren here.

Among them, there are no disciples of Zhengyang Sanren. In order to keep things completely secret, he swallowed all of Ye Huan's inheritance privately, and he didn't want to reveal the slightest.

Among them, the shadow of Ye He's confidant was impressively listed, and Ye Chen, the high-ranking officer sent by Ye He, also stood on the beach, staring at the blue and clear sea, frowning slightly.

"What time is it? The old boy will not die at sea, and he will come forward in person when he is old. Aren't his disciples and grandchildren as numerous as a cow's hair?"

Shadow sighed and said: "The young master never expected that Zhengyang Sanren would make a move in person. Although his strength is unfathomable, but after all, he is only a few years old, so accidents are inevitable. If something goes wrong, alas..."

"Indeed, it's fine if he can't figure it out on his own, but he still wants to pull us together to commit crimes, this old guy..."

Just as everyone was cursing, the subordinate in charge of contact held a mobile phone and suddenly shouted:

"The news is that the yacht is twenty nautical miles away, but I heard from them that Zhengyang Sanren came here alone."

After finishing speaking, the subordinate regretted it, and the hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly, looking a little nervous.

Sure enough, everyone's expression changed!

"What? A dignified practitioner of Zhengyang Sanren, let him condescend to drive a yacht? How do those guys do things?"

"That's right! I think they are tired of their jobs! They can't do this little thing well, so why not drag them into a pigsty!"

The crowd was furious and cursed one after another.

Some of the grumpy ones took out their mobile phones and wanted to question those damned crew members on the spot.

If something happens to the Zhengyang Sanren, and the superiors blame them for their ineffectiveness, who can bear the responsibility?

Shadow also frowned, eyes full of anger.