Sister, you miss me

"Yang Feng, his knife is very fast, and it's not an ordinary knife."

Bai Lang, who had just walked out, suddenly remembered something. He turned around and pointed to a wound on his neck for Yang Feng to glance over, "I didn't even see him drawing the knife."

Yang Feng nodded slightly.

"You have to prepare a sword." Bai Lang kindly reminded.

"Got it."

Bai Fusheng and his son are gone, this is destined to be a sleepless night.

Celestial Taekwondo Stadium.

Jin Zishan wears protective gear and restores Liu Shenghaowu's moves with Yang Feng.

Park Zhongsheng and Wang Datong were watching.

At first, Jin Zishan imitated Liu Shenghaowu and attacked Yang Feng.

However, after several times, Jin Zishan was always dissatisfied, and couldn't help shaking his head. He said that his speed and strength were not as good as Liu Sheng's.

Therefore, the two changed roles, and Yang Feng imitated Liu Shenghaowu.

Jin Zishan used the ability to press the bottom of the box-Bajiquan. After three strokes, Yang Feng took a chance and kicked, hitting Jin Zishan's chest wearing protective gear.

This heavy cannon-like flying kick directly kicked more than 130 kilograms of gold inscription Shan, and hit his back hard against the rope.

Park Zhongsheng and Wang Datong were shocked.

"Zi Shan." Yang Feng rushed to hold on to Jin Zi Shan, "Are you okay."

"No...cough cough..." Jin Zishan coughed and waved his hand, "It's okay."

Park Zhongsheng and Wang Datong also surrounded them.

After a while, Jin Zishan gasped and nodded excitedly: "Fourth old, good, the speed and strength are basically in place, but they still lack a bit of decisiveness."

"Fourth old, you guys." Wang Datong punched him in the arm, excited.

Park Zhongsheng patted Yang Feng on the shoulder: "Little devil, I beg you to save the world."

"Old fourth, Bai Lang is right, you still need a sword." Jin Zishan said solemnly.

"But I don't know anything about swordsmanship."

"Swordsmanship is not for appreciation, but for killing." Park Jong-sung said.

Yang Feng nodded: "No, you can buy one online."

The night was deep, and the four of them simply stayed at the Taekwondo Hall. Yang Feng came here for the first time and visited all over the place. Only then did he probably know Park Zhongsheng's rich net worth.

There are so many rooms in the Taekwondo Hall. Jin Zishan was so tired that he went to rest with Wang Da.

Park Zhongsheng was missing, and Yang Feng checked information on the Internet.

Yang Feng consulted the related history of neon, of course, mainly to study their so-called tea ceremony.

According to the records of the unofficial history, the first emperor was obsessed with seeking longevity in his later years. He sent the national teacher Xu Fu and 500 boys and girls to sea to find immortals and medicine. Xu Fu came to the depths of the East China Sea and saw the three islands of the East.

At that time, there were only a few indigenous people on the three islands, unclothed, lack of food, short stature, and ugly face. When they saw Xu Fu and the virgins, they were shocked and worshipped.

Xu Fu couldn't find the immortal medicine and didn't dare to return to the court, so he stayed in Anxin and became the emperor of the earth on the three islands of the East.

This is the earliest neon.

The most significant influence on neon was the Flourishing Age of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, the neon government sent scholars to the Tang Dynasty to study politics, economy, culture, religion and so on.

The tea sage Lu Yu completed the "Tea Classic", and tea ceremony was also introduced to neon at that time.

There is a more absurd statement.

It is said that Wu Dalang killed Pan Jinlian on that day, and the body was thrown into the sea. He never thought that Wu Dalang was dead, and drifted to Fusang.

Wu Dalang is just 1.5 meters tall, with eyes, nose, and mouth squeezed in one place. This special-grade handicapped person looks like a giant and a beautiful man in the eyes of Fusang people. The local aboriginals knelt and licked Wu Dalang's toes, strongly begging Wu Dalang to be king, and selected a large number of them. Aboriginal women with good looks marry Wu Dalang to improve their genes.

Wu Dalang didn't know much, and he only remembered half of many characters. Therefore, the neon words were mixed with many radicals of Chinese characters.

In order to avoid Wu Dalang's name taboo, the Neon people named the first boy, not dare to call Dalang, but called Taro.

Although Wu Dalang became a king, his skill in making sesame seeds was not good enough, and he became more and more sophisticated, making sesame seeds that were big and round.

One day, Wu Dalang was discussing with an elder holding biscuits. The two were studying neon flags. The elder prepared a rectangular white cloth for the king to graffiti, which was just a symbol and an emblem.

This has baffled Wu Dalang. What else can Wu Dalang do besides making sesame seeds?

At this time, a fisherman came in and reported.

The report was actually the situation in Wu Dalang's hometown in Yanggu County.

It turned out that since Wu Dalang ascended the throne, he sent people to watch Pan Jinlian and Ximenqing.

Someone reported that Pan Jinlian entered the gate of Ximenqing in a grandiose manner with Wang Po as the matchmaker.

"Poisonous woman, how dare you!"

When Wu Dalang heard this, he was anxious and spouted a mouthful of blood.

By coincidence, all the blood was sprayed on the biscuits.

"The king calms down his anger and takes care of the Eucharist." The elder and fisherman hurriedly supported.

"I am so angry!" Wu Dalang patted the blood-stained sesame seed on the white cloth.

When the elder saw it, there was a red sun-like mark on the cloth. He burst into tears and muttered to himself: "The Great God Baqi, everything is God's will."

Seeing this, Yang Feng couldn't help laughing.

...

After Yang Feng rested, the battle scenes with Ben Jieming and the Overlord Masked Man appeared one by one.

With his bare hands, Benjamin is a weapon in every part of his body. Not only does he forge his body to the point of invincibility, but at the same time, his moves are only effective, without fancy, the only purpose is to kill the enemy.

Yang Feng asked himself that with the help of True Qi, a certain part of his body could be stronger than gold and iron. However, the skill of killing was clearly beyond the reach.

The man with the overlord mask is the god of war in the master's mouth. Master's words mean that the perversion has reached the peak of martial arts and has a glimpse of the essence of martial arts.

That is limited to the rumors of splitting the muscles and bones, that lifting weight is light and freehand, that shocking palm from the sky...

Yang Feng's eyes lit up, suddenly bounced, and went straight to the training ground.

He felt that he was not unfamiliar with the method of dividing muscles and bones and the route of exercise, and he was eager to try; he seemed to remember all of Benjamin’s tricks and wanted to imitate; and that amazing volley. He also wants to try.

At midnight, there was no one in the ring, and there was no way to try.

As a result, Yang Feng recalled Ban Jieming's martial arts method, focusing his whole body muscle strength on one point, and then broke out.

The elbows, knees, legs, or smashed or swept, seem to look like.

"Old fourth, are you Muay Thai?"

I don't know when, Park Zhongsheng appeared under the ring, with surprise on his face.

"Second, I can't sleep! Why don't you try my Muay Thai?" Yang Feng said with joy.

"Happy to accompany you."

Park Jong-sung took the stage, bowed, and said offensively, the shot is the stunt of Taekwondo-Heavenly Sword Butterfly Leg.

Park Jong-sung's combat power immediately increased to its limit, and his two legs danced into a hot wheel.

Yang Feng was suddenly forced to a dead end, but he blindly avoided.

Park Zhongsheng's movements are like film footage, reproduced one by one in Yang Feng's pupils.

"Fourth, don't you fight back?"

"just now."

Pu Zhongsheng made another spin kick, and Yang Feng kicked it out.

When his legs crossed, Park Jong-sheng took a breath.

Yang Feng came first and kicked the side of his knee.

"Oh." Park Zhongsheng was in pain and was unstable.

However, Yang Feng did not give him the slightest chance to breathe, so he followed suit.

Sweep the right elbow and hit Park Jong-sheng's side face. If it hits, Park Jong-sheng will only disarm.

Park Zhongsheng was no more than the soreness of his knees, his arms blocked.

Yang Feng hit Pu Zhongsheng's left arm with a heavy elbow, and then hit his side face with his left arm.

Although his arm cushioned, Park Jong-sung was still dumbfounded by the blow, staring at Venus.

Yang Feng didn't stop, he jumped up, raised his right elbow, and smashed onto the top of Park Zhongsheng's head.

"Ah!" Park Zhongsheng sent his arms to his knees, slammed by an elbow, and shouted "Stop".

With three KOs, Yang Feng recovered his murderous spirit and stretched out a hand towards Park Zhongsheng: "Second, did you hurt you?"

Pu Zhongsheng took Yang Feng's outstretched hand, swallowed and spit, still lingering in his big eyes looking at Yang Feng.

"Fourth old man, you seem to be a different person just now."

"Really, how does it feel?"

"It's like... Killing God possesses."

"What do you think of my Muay Thai hot?"

"It's more than enough to kill."

Yang Feng nodded: "I once met a Muay Thai master, and he inspired me a lot."

"He handed it to you?"

"He had a fight with me, and I learned a little."

"Fourth old, you're talking nonsense again, ah--" Park Zhongsheng yelled, watching his right arm become "twist".

"Fourth, you..." Park Zhongsheng wept with pain.

"Second, offended."

Yang Feng and Pu Zhongsheng's palms were facing each other, with his other hand half-closed, he wiped Pu Zhongsheng's deformed arm all the way.

"Gaba Gaba" burst into the ears, and Park Zhongsheng's arm returned to its original shape.

"Stop howling, how do you feel?" Yang Feng asked.

"It hurts... hey?" Park Zhongsheng looked at his right arm, feeling a strange breath flowing in his meridians, he frowned and shook his head: "Yang Feng, what did you do to me?"

"Second, I can't tell, I'll do an experiment."

"what!"

"Have you heard of the wrong hand?"

"That only exists in martial arts novels...Ah! Could it be..." Pu Zhongsheng's eyes widened to the limit, looking at Yang Feng inconceivably.

Yang Feng nodded: "Reality is even more eccentric than novels. I just experimented with splitting muscles and bones on you, and then used Qigong and techniques to reset."

"So, I have your residual qi in my body?"

"That's it."

"Yang Feng, fourth child, I am more and more confident in you now."

Park Jong-sung excitedly said his heartfelt words.

"Thank you, second child."

"Take a break, it's still early!" Park Zhongsheng said.

"Okay, let's sleep on our feet."

"No!" Park Zhongsheng yelled and ran away.

...

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, the library was full of people.

For Beiqing University, in addition to some of the leaders headed by the Minister of Logistics, there are also cadres from the Student Union and key members of various associations. Of course, the beauty cheerleader is also essential.

As for Akihito Academy, President Moriguchi, Teacher Qiandao, three brothers and sisters of the Yanagi family, and students who do not help as Green Leaf.

At Beiqing University, the students are all wearing school uniforms, warm shirts, coats with checked woolen vests, navy blue pants and leather shoes.

In addition to the principal and teachers, Akihito Academy has all kimono.

The boys are black, but the girls are colorful.

Liu Sheng Junxiu took the lead to come to the front of the case. He was handsome and handsome, and Gu Panjian had an unspeakable charm.

Although he is a challenger, many girls at Beiqing University can't help but become idiots.

As time passed, the classmates began to whisper. Bai Fusheng and his sons, Park Zhongsheng, and Jin Zishan all turned their eyes to Yang Feng.

"Yang Feng, where are your players? If you're afraid, just give in!" Liu Sheng Haowu sneered.

Yang Feng saw the young man described by Jin Zishan and Bai Lang. His hairstyle was exactly the same as that of Mr. Lu Xun. Mr. Lu Xun said he was angry and Yang Feng believed that this kid was due to calcium deficiency.

At this moment, Junko Liu Sheng looked over, and Yang Feng looked at him mercilessly until Junko Liu was defeated and bowed his head.

Yang Feng smiled faintly: "Our players will be here soon. We are not afraid, but we just need to prepare well. In our country, how can we lose if we write our own words."

"What is your writing?" Liu Shenghaowu was angry.

"Did you learn calligraphy and use hiragana and katakana?"

"you……"

"Don't get excited, our players are here."

In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes swept toward the door.