Sister, you miss me

"Yang Feng!" Liu Shengchunzi opened his arms to block in front of his younger brother, "Wu Wu is young and energetic, don't be aggressive, okay, I beg you, as long as you are willing to forgive him, I can promise you any terms. "

"Really, any conditions are okay?" Yang Feng asked Junko Liu's eyes directly.

"Sister..." Liu Shenghaowu shouted.

Junko Yanagi bit her lip and said firmly, "Yes."

"Sister, don't promise him any terms, I'll cut it."

"Snapped!"

Liu Sheng Haowu's broken knife hit a one-yuan coin, which of course was Yang Feng's masterpiece.

Yang Feng's hand was so wonderful that it provoked the whole house to applaud again.

"Yang Feng, why, why have you defeated me and still can't fulfill my Bushido spirit!" Hao Wu asked Liu Sheng.

"Shut up, your Bushido spirit has nothing to do with me." Yang Feng pointed to Liu Shenghaowu, "You must cut back and cut. We are a country under the rule of law. You die here. Everyone is hard to explain. , I’m afraid of trouble, if you die, your father will not give up, am I still annoying?"

"You have gotten into trouble. This matter is about family honour, and my father would never leave it alone."

Yang Feng slapped his head, annoying: "Go away, as far as your thoughts are, you will get away."

...

"Father, son is incompetent..."

Back at Jinghu Xiaozhu, the first thing Liu Shenghaowu did was to report to Liu Shengbadao.

When Liu Shengbadao heard that Yang Feng had broken a good thing, he made arrangements immediately.

Mingren Academy is gone. It's the opposite of the fanfare when I came here. It's dingy, the embassy?No need to mention it.

The students of Beiqing University were still enthusiastic and sent each other off, but many people had a playful tone.

For example: Come and play again!

Another example: play for a while.

The principal, Senkouya, was the only exception. She said goodbye to Ruan Bosi and almost kissed goodbye.

The convoy started slowly, and Liu Sheng Haowu got off the overbearing vehicle. The swelling on his face had not disappeared, and he held a letter paper in his hand.

Yang Feng suddenly had an unknown premonition when he saw this servant walking towards him.

as expected.

With all eyes in full view, Liu Shenghao Wu showed the envelope, and the words "Zhan Shu" were powerful.

"Yang Feng, my father, Tianchen One-Sword Master Liu Sheng Ba Dao challenged you. This is a war book!"

Yang Feng suddenly felt bad.

"Answer, or not?"

Of course Yang Feng didn't want to take it. A joke, Yang Feng didn't know how many tricks he could take to defeat Su Bao's metamorphosis.

Who knows this is a brain-dead making a sound.

"Yang Feng, take it, of course take it, you must take it, rest assured, we trust you!"

Yang Feng searched the crowd and found the little four-eyed man, who was once sitting next to him in a big class and chattering.

Yang Feng really wanted to go up and beat him up, but he just thought about it.

Fortunately, the kid finally closed his mouth under Yang Feng's sharp eyes.

"Whether to answer or not, please say something happy." Liu Shenghaowu said impatiently, "If you are afraid, you might as well say it, not ashamed!"

Yang Feng clenched his fists, and Liu Sheng Haowu chose this opportunity to send out the battle book, which clearly broke his retreat.

"Brother, don't." Qin Xue shook her head anxiously.

"Xiao Feng, don't." Wang Bingqian said the same attitude.

Yang Feng closed his eyes and said in his heart that my lover and sister, speaking at this time, will only be counterproductive and will only drive his brother to a dead end!

"Hey!"

"Shut up." Yang Feng opened his eyes and interrupted Liu Shenghaowu, "In order to show respect for a generation of masters, I have to think carefully."

"Uh..." Liu Sheng Haowu couldn't respond for a while.

Yang Feng shook his head and thought for a while, then smiled slightly: "I haven't seen the content of the war book yet, how can I agree?"

"I will read it to you."

"Work."

"Yang Feng, I know that you are a martial artist. Inuzi is the leader of the young generation of neon. He is arrogant, but not the general of you. This is the shame of a warrior, a shame of a family, and even Tianchen's knife Because of the shame of Liu, I challenge you. There is an old Chinese saying that wherever you fall and where you get up, in order to wash away the shame and regain dignity, we will decide the decisive battle in the library, the time is seven days later."

"It's over?"

"It's over!"

"Poor words are very burdensome."

"what?"

"Oh sorry, I have to be blunt, I mean, nonsense."

"You..." Liu Shenghaowu was furious, "Yang Feng, are you picking up or not?"

"Answer, why don't you answer?" Yang Feng grabbed the envelope and said loudly: "It's the right time, let me give it away!"

Clang, heroic, generous, and heroic.

If Yang Feng defeated Liusheng Yoshitake and made his popularity burst, then at this moment, it was a volcanic eruption.

...

early morning.

Shaoshi Mountain, Shaolin Temple.

"Abbot, it's not good. Someone broke into the temple."

The morning bell had just rang, and Shaolin Abbot Pu Hui was giving a morning lesson to his disciples, and a little novice monk stumbled in to report.

Immediately afterwards, eighteen monks were thrown into the morning class.

After that, there was a Yagyu Ba sword in an ink-colored kimono.And Wu Zhiying, who is in a suit and leather shoes next to him, has been holding a mobile phone to take pictures all the time.

"Who are you? Buddhism is pure, how can you wait for you to be presumptuous!"

"Neon, Tianchen's swordsmanship, Liu Shengba sword."

That's right, it was Liu Shengba. He gave Yang Feng a war note, but he was not idle. Although he could not let the blood and rain of Huaxia Wulin, he could also cause a wave of rumors.

"Intention...what is intention?"

Puhui's voice trembled. Now it is a peaceful age. Bravery is not advocated. Famous mountains and ancient temples are also centered on economic construction. As the abbot, he is not the strongest existence in martial arts.

Being able to become an abbot is because he has a way of doing economics.

It can be said that the eighteen monks are the last security barrier of the temple, and they are all vulnerable, let alone themselves.

This is exactly why Puhui is flustered.

"Bald donkey, you don't have eyes."

"you……"

"Puhui, right? I heard that the world martial arts came out of Shaolin, so let the old man see Shaolin's 72 stunts with his own eyes."

"King Kong is angry, but can't kill it." Pu Hui roared, and drew out awe-inspiringly, with a move of Dapeng spreading his wings, King Kong fought the tiger.

"Snapped!"

After a sound, no one saw Liu Shengba's attack, but the abbot flew out and finally stood firm, his right cheek swelled up and down.

"Abbot!" A group of disciples formed a wall to protect Pu Hui behind.

Puhui stroked her swollen cheeks, shaking with pain.

"Dignified Abbot, actually need a bunch of disciples to protect him?"

"Amitabha! Lay Buddhist Yagyu, hit people but not face."

"It's a pity that I can't kill!" Liu Shengba shook his head and raised the volume. "So, obediently stretch out your face and let me hit."

"Don't think about it!"

"The so-called people fight for a breath, and the Buddha fights for a stick of incense. Looking back at the master today, I discovered that the master's kung fu is good at forbearance."

"Xiu wants to excite me. I meditate for decades, and my heart is like a mirror."

"Haha, since I'm not allowed to fight, there is another way, that is to face the camera and admit that Shaolin Kungfu is no match for neon martial arts."

"That's absolutely impossible!" Pu Hui shook her bald head, "As everyone knows, neon martial arts are derived from Chinese Kung Fu, Shaolin 72 stunts, but if you are proficient in one item, how can there be a layman's madness? Today's defeat It cannot be attributed to the exercises, but I am not good at learning art, and I am ashamed of those past masters who have worked hard."

"Neither want to admit it, so I have to do it myself."

"you dare!"

Liu Shengba smiled faintly: "The dignified Shaolin leader was beaten and his face was swollen. Isn't this the best evidence."

After all, Liu Shengba's sword went straight forward, but there was resistance. Liu Shengba's sword was like an eagle catching a chicken, and he picked it up and threw it aside.

Soon, Pu Hui confronted Liu Shengba alone again.

"Old Na fights you!"

"The monks are all finished, and you are left."

"Dali King Kong..." The last "palm" character had not yet been spoken, and Pu Hui let out a cry of pain again.

This time he was drawn on the left cheek, and Pu Hui finally saw clearly that the other party was using a scabbard.

Now, Pu Hui's faces became symmetrical, and his originally big ears became richer, but his eyes were obviously smaller.

With another "pop", Pu Hui received a blow to his forehead, as if he had been hit with a sap, he fell to the ground, and a red fleshy rib soon appeared on the top of his bald head.

Pu Hui was hurt and wronged, tears kept rolling in her eyes.

Fortunately, Liu Shengba stopped his hands. He shook his head: "Go to Shaolin first, then Wudang. Abbot Puhui, there will be a period later."

After a long time, the little novice monk tremblingly said: "Abbot, the strongman is gone."

"Go to Shaolin first, and then go to Wudang. What a mess! Take me to Wudang Mountain."

Another young novice monk, who appeared to be the life assistant of the abbot, connected to Wudang Mountain by satellite phone.

Pu Hui said: "One eyebrow, even Pu Hui."

"Brother Puhui, what can I do?"

"A neon old man, very powerful. We are not in the match in Shaolin. He is now heading to Wudang."

"what?"

One eyebrow slid his hand, and the satellite phone fell straight down, so one eyebrow, worthy of the head of Wudang, immediately used his thirty-six tricks to turn the cloud, the satellite phone rolled thirty-six times in the air, finally Fell on the Indian carpet under his feet.

A long eyebrow picked it up hurriedly, and Puhui's voice came from inside, "What's the matter?"

"No...nothing?"

"What are the physical characteristics of this person?"

"Eyes are like eagles, hair is like snow, a kimono, two waist swords, easy to recognize."

"Abbot Puhui, can you be more specific?"

"Don't worry, brother Yimei, this person has sinister intentions and aims to humiliate my Chinese martial arts, so please wait at ease!"

"How about your Shaolin casualties?"

"Eighteen monks were injured, and the worst was me."

"How miserable are you?"

"That guy is not authentic, just slap her face, my cheeks, my forehead, alas..."

"Thank you, Brother Puhui, for early ventilation. I will definitely combine the capable people and strangers of Wudang to resist foreign aggression."

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

A long eyebrow hung up and secretly vowed that he would take care of his face by then.