Sister, you miss me

Iron Sand Palm is overbearing, and Yang Feng doesn't dare to take it hard, but he is fast, and he always expects the enemy to attack first and then attack first. He is always on the way of Nie Qing's attack, at the weakest point to dissolve her iron sand palm.

Time and time again, Nie Qing's attacks stopped halfway. While she was aggrieved, her movements became more solemn, sluggish, obscure, and uncomfortable.

In spite of the babbles and babbles, they still failed to form an effective attack.

Zhou Weiguo's eyes lit up, and everyone slowly understood.

Although Nie Qing's iron palm is domineering, but Yang Feng can't help it. It's not that Yang Feng can take over the iron palm, but his style of play is like a game of chess.

It turns out that Yang Feng has arrogant capital, his mouth is very cheap and owed, but it is not easy to beat him.

Chen Dazhuang once fought against Yang Feng, that is, a quarter ago. At that time, he was a little underdog. Today, seeing Yang Feng fighting Nie Qing, Chen Dazhuang found that the gap between him and Yang Feng was rapidly widening. Yang Feng's diligence can be called a thousand miles.

Another attack was strangled halfway by Yang Feng, Nie Qing roared, broke free, and couldn't help spouting a mouthful of blood.

"Xiaoqing!" Zhou Weiguo exclaimed.

Nie Qing raised his hand to stop Zhou Weiguo, two groups of flames burned in a pair of water pupils, firmly covering Yang Feng.

It turns out that every time the girl gathers her skills, she can't express it heartily, accumulating again and again, and finally backlash occurs.

Yang Feng saw the plum blossom-like blood stains on Nie Qing's white shirt and shook his head: "Sister, why bother to be so serious, or let's just stop here. As for the ass, I'll hit it lightly for a while, I promise."

Nie Qing's throat was sweet, and she almost squirted out another mouthful of blood. Yang Feng really hated him. He is such a beautiful girl who loves flowers and sees flowers and drives to see the car. Doesn't he have a little pity for jade?

"Yang Feng, do you think I lost? Do you think I'm already outdated?" Nie Qing wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth and said coldly.

"You are not a donkey, but you are indeed poor."

"you wanna die!"

"Xiaoqing, no."

However, it was too late. Nie Qing was angered and wanted to kill Yang Feng immediately under his palm. At this moment, there was no doubt about her.

Yang Feng saw Nie Qing's palm quickly turn red, and even felt a hot breath.

Nie Qing's face flushed and her body trembled slightly. Yang Feng judged by instinct that Nie Qing also had difficulty controlling the domineering red sand palm. She was desperately squeezing herself.

"Xiao Qing, stop!" Zhou Weiguo also saw something wrong. If Nie Qing had some shortcomings, he didn't know how to explain to the old chief.

A red palm rushed towards him, and Yang Feng breathed the hot air, feeling that his eyebrows and hair were curling quickly.

"Brother Yang, be careful!" Brothers Chen Dazhuang reminded.

Yang Feng stepped on Qixing, motionless, two flaming palms reflected in his eyes.

Nie Qing made a palm print to Yang Feng's chest, Zhou Weiguo's heart touched his throat, and he couldn't help but pee.

Before the palm of his hand, a heat flow hit, and the clothing on Yang Feng's chest was burning.

Is this the Red Sand Palm? All the prospective members of the Excalibur Bureau feel the same, which is sensational and incredible.

Yang Feng's chest burned out a palm-sized hole, and the skin on his chest was already red, but he was still unmoved.

Speaking very slowly, it's actually less than a breath.

Nie Qing trembled, and the divine light in his pupils was scattered, which was a sign of confusion.

"Well, not only Xiao Feng will be hit hard, but Xiao Qing will also..." Zhou Weiguo had two big heads.

Finally, Nie Qing hooked Yang Feng.

It was not the female team member who rolled her face or even closed her eyes, and couldn't bear to witness it.

However, at the last moment, Yang Feng's body was slightly sideways, and Nie Qing slid his palm, and Yang Feng's wrist was caught.

Yang Feng moved him back, and Nie Qing stood unstable, hitting the beam with a palm.

"boom!"

The barracks quaked, leaving an anxious handprint on the pillar.

This is not over yet.

Yang Feng held Nie Qing's right wrist with both hands, and stepped back all the way, taking Nie Qing with both hands and couldn't help drawing circles.

Step by step, a total of seven steps to exit.

Nie Qing hit the beams with another palm, and the dust on the beams fell fiercely.

Yang Feng hurriedly humiliated him, hitting Nie Qingtanzhong, Quchi, Blood Sea, and Dantian acupuncture points, and finally slapped her.

"Boom!"

A strong energy erupted from the palms of the two, directly overturning the four prospective players.

The two retreated three steps at the same time.

There was flushing on Yang Feng's face, and he adjusted his breath several times before he recovered.

Nie Qing sprayed out a mouthful of black blood, his face haggard as if he had recovered from a serious illness.

Zhou Weiguo immediately rushed forward and stopped between the two: "Don't fight, don't fight, two little ancestors..."

"Yang Feng," Nie Qing bit her lips, as if the following words were difficult to express, but she still said, "I lost."

This sentence stunned everyone.

The daughter of a savage military tycoon, and the proud daughter of heaven who is also the two masters of red sand palm and iron sand palm, did she say those three words?

"Xiaoqing, are you all right!" Zhou Weiguo asked with concern.

Nie Qing's complexion was pale, with bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of her mouth, and a bit of winter plum on her white shirt. At this moment, she actually smelled a bit sad.

"Comrade Chen Dazhuang, I'm sorry."

Nie Qing did not answer Zhou Weiguo, but apologized to Chen Dazhuang. Is this fulfilling the promise he made before the war?

Chen Dazhuang waved his hand again and again: "It is said that I am not good at learning..."

Chen Dazhuang said embarrassingly, halfway through the conversation, Nie Qing had already diverted his attention.

Nie Qing looked at Yang Feng with a complicated gaze. Of course she knew that she was on the verge of madness and collapse just now when she used her red sand palm forcibly. Even if she defeated Yang Feng and seriously injured Yang Feng, she would most likely suffer backlash and lose her skills. Even a serious illness.

It was Yang Feng, Yang Feng actually rescued her, and it was without anyone knowing.

After a long walk, Nie Qing bit his pale lips, walked in front of Yang Feng, pulled up his right hand, twisted and squatted.

In full view, Yang Feng raised his right hand high.

Nie Qing closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth.

With a soft sound, Yang Feng's right hand fell on her ass, and she lingered for a while.

"Very warped, very soft."

Nie Qing thought that at least two or three hits, but Yang Feng, a gangster, actually made a comment without touching it.

Nie Qing screamed, covered his mouth and rushed out of the barracks.

"Xiao Yang, you, you are so fucking..." Zhou Weiguo finally managed to hold back the word "egg" and walked out of the barracks, probably to find Nie Qing.

"You are the best in the world." Many people, including "Lambo" gave a thumbs up, but obviously, they are not optimistic about Yang Feng's situation.

Chen Dazhuang and Chen Fugui hugged Yang Feng from the left and the right, and Chen Dazhuang said, "Brother Yang, you vent your anger for me. I should thank you, but in the future, our brothers are really helpless, so please ask yourself. "

The wind is like a knife, and the night light is like the day.

Nie Qing rushed all the way in the empty camp, then climbed onto the roof of a barracks and sat in a big pot.

The cauldron is radar.

Counting nine cold winters, dripping into ice.

Nie Qing's face was hot, and there seemed to be a running deer hidden in her chest.

In this rush, Nie Qing's body recovered more than half, confirming her judgment again. It was Yang Feng who helped her and resolved the sequelae of her confusion.

"Yang Feng, who are you on earth?"

Nie Qing muttered to himself, suddenly, a shooting star appeared in the sky, and the shooting star slumped thousands of miles away, dragging a long and gorgeous flame tail.

Nie Qing put his hands together and closed his eyes, and made a wish.

...

Brothers Chen Fugui and Chen Dazhuang drove a Land Rover Defender to send Yang Feng back to school.

"Who else is in your family?" Yang Feng asked casually.

"Grandma." The two said in unison.

"I'm sorry!" Yang Feng was silent, it turned out that these big brothers also have a miserable life experience.

"It's okay!" Chen Fugui shook his head, "We are from the Yimeng Mountains. Our parents went out to work and died in an accident. At that time, our brothers were just six years old. Grandma brought us up."

Yang Feng didn't speak, he knew that the story was endless.

Sure enough, Chen Dazhuang answered: "Our grandmother is 90 today. She said that her milk-milk has been fed to Red Army soldiers and the descendants of Red Army soldiers."

Chen Fugui's eyes were red: "Grandma is a great person. She said that to have a stable and prosperous life today, we must thank the country for thanking the party. Her brother joined the army and was selected for the Hong Kong military station. Grandma said when she met everyone: She raised a good grandson. , Promising."

"I miss grandma!" Chen Dazhuang wiped a tear and said emotionally: "Grandma is so amazing. My brother originally decided to stay in her hometown to take care of her, but she insisted on letting Fugui go to school and take the college entrance examination. As a result, Fugui was due to the sports specialty test. When I went to Beiqing University, my grandma lived alone in the mountains..."

"We are not filial..."

Chen Fugui took his direction and parked the car on the side of the road. The brothers cried.

"Grandma will be proud of you, and grandma will definitely live a long and healthy life." Yang Feng said vowedly.

Filial people are not far behind, Yang Feng feels that Brother Erchen can have a deep friendship.

Back to the dormitory, the three of Wang Datong had not yet gone to bed. Seeing Yang Feng, the three of them actually fell on one knee, and Yang Feng was immediately surprised.

"Boss and second and third, what are you doing!" Yang Feng asked with a wry smile.

"Fourth old man," Wang Datong said meticulously: "After our deliberate democratic-dominant evaluation, and the principle of the minority obeying the majority, starting from tonight, the three of us will worship you as our teacher, and you will teach us peerless martial arts."

Yang Feng "pushed" a smile: "Okay!"

The three of Wang Datong were dumbfounded. They originally thought that Yang Feng would definitely have some excuses, but they expected him to agree so readily.

Is there anything tricky in it?

Wang Datong cleared his throat and said, "Fourth old, oh no, Master, when will you start teaching us?"

"Are you sincere?" Yang Feng jokingly swept across the three faces.

"Of course!" The three raised their heads straight and looked solemn.

"Since we apprehend the teacher, then we have to be more formal, we have to burn incense and bathe, we have to worship three times and nine knocks, and there is still one day to be a teacher for life..."

"No!" Wang Datong was the first to object, "Only the last one won't work!"

Yang Feng laughed loudly: "Old Wang, you are too impatient, you know what I want to say? Three people must have my teacher, what I want to say is, lifelong brothers."

"Fourth!" The three got up and were moved.

"Let's go, I will teach you martial arts peerlessly."

"Okay, let's go."

Wang Datong has the highest enthusiasm, followed by Jinzishan.

Park Zhongsheng moved the slowest. It turned out that he was wearing a thick long down jacket.

Yang Feng nodded and expressed his appreciation: "Second, you deserve to be here."

Park Zhongsheng burst into tears unconsciously, and the night when he was frozen into a popsicle will never be remembered.