"Daddy, it's him, don't let him run. Lei Zhenkai pointed at Han Feng and shouted.

Lei Lao Er walked in front of Han Feng, he gritted his teeth and looked at Han Feng, pointed at Zhou Zhenkai and asked, "You beat him?"

Han Feng nodded and said, "It's me, this little chicken cub of yours doesn't resist beating! In addition, he also kidnapped people privately, and I also educated you well." ”

Lei Lao Er was so angry that he trembled, "He has Lao Tzu, which green onion are you, what kind of big garlic do you charge for me, and discipline my son, have you eaten it?"

He turned his head to look at his good friend, who had come back with him.

His name is Shinji Nohara, and he is an extremely burly samurai of Sakura Country, and at the same time, he is also a sumo wrestler, and he has reached the level of his predecessors. He weighed more than 400 pounds, and the sumo wrestlers were divided into ten ranks: Order, Order, Order, Order, Shoshita, Ten Taels, Front, Summary, Sekiri, Oseki, and the most powerful was Yokozuna.

In front of him is the sixth level of sumo wrestlers, which is equivalent to the master level of Yanxia, once the sumo wrestler has cultivated to the level of the great level, it is basically equivalent to the grandmaster, and the most powerful yokozuna is equivalent to Yanxia Xingyao.

In the East China Sea cherry blossom country, Yokozuna and its rarity.

Han Feng glanced at this Shinji Nohara, and was a little surprised in his heart, the director of the small village on Haisha Island actually knew the sumo wrestler of the Sakura Country?

Han Feng sneered: "I'm not unreasonable, it's your son who is quite unreasonable, I beat him, since you don't let me go, then let's see you in the yamen and see how the official is judged." ”

Lei Lao Er said viciously: "Boy, what's your name?"

Lei Zhenkai interjected: "Dad, it's called Han Feng." ”

"Old thing, do you hear that? Daddy's name is Han Feng!"

Lei Lao's second nose was crooked, and he glared at Lei Zhenkai fiercely, he knew that his youngest son didn't learn and didn't know how to learn, and he didn't read anymore just after finishing elementary school, and he just ate, drank, prostituted, gambled, and smoked every day, but who made him his own son?

At this time, Shinji Nohara stepped forward, just now he looked at Han Feng carefully, and was secretly surprised in his heart, "No wonder this person is so arrogant, he dares to hurt Director Lei's second boy, in the face of so many people, his face still does not change, he is a master." ”

I can't see through what level Han Feng has reached, but one thing is certain, this young man is at least a master.

"Your Excellency, I think you, a person who practices martial arts, have a deep hatred and hatred that you have discounted the legs of an ordinary person?"

Han Feng said: "To be honest, I really didn't mean to, I just pushed it so casually, who knew that this kid's physique was so bad, can you blame me?"

Lei Lao Er said angrily: "Are you really fucking arrogant? You came to my Haisha Island, and you didn't inquire, can you afford to mess with my Lei Erye? I thought I knew how to do the kung fu of a three-legged cat, so I ran to me to spread wild? Today, we are no longer official, let's solve it by means of rivers and lakes." ”

"See, this friend of mine is Shinji Nohara, a sumo wrestler from the Great Sakura Country in the East China Sea, and he is here to fight your domestic kung fu masters!"

Han Feng was quite disgusted in his heart, "Are you still fucking the Great Sakura Country? And you are also an expert who specializes in challenging domestic masters? It seems that you are also a Japanese in the East China Sea." ”

Looking at Lei Laoer's attitude of admiring foreign and flattering, Han Feng really wanted to give him a pestle cannon and beat him all over the ground looking for gold teeth.

Lei Lao Er continued: "If you are a leader, you will have a fight with Nohara-kun, if you win him, everything today will be written off, and I will pay for my son's medical expenses." ”

Han Feng laughed when he heard it, "Do you count?"

Lei Lao Er said with a straight face: "I have lived for fifty or sixty years, and I have always spoken with one thing at a time, and the spitting and foaming are nails, and the old and young masters in our village can testify to it." ”

The villagers who were watching next to him echoed, "That's right, our director's words count." ”

Han Feng nodded and said, "Okay." ”

He turned his head to look at Shinji Nohara, "How do you fight?" ”

Lei Lao Er sneered: "I, Lei Second Master, will never regret it in front of so many old and young masters on Haisha Island today! Han Feng, don't think you are very good, in this world, there are many people who can do it, you may not necessarily win, what if you lose?"

Lei Lao Er pursed his lips, revealing his big gold teeth and looked at Han Feng with contempt.

Han Feng thought for a while and said, "Director Lei, since you have made your debut, I will accompany you." ”

"However, you can't involve others, I have a fight with this master, if I lose, I will commit suicide by jumping into the sea, so are you satisfied?"

Lei Laoer's eyes were bigger than a bull's eye, "Okay!

"It's a deal!" Han Feng squinted at him.

"Do you think I'm like you? Talking doesn't count, you can sit back after, and my master's words count!"

These words made Lei Lao Er roll his eyes angrily, and he no longer quarreled with Han Feng, "Anyway, you have already agreed to compete with Shinji Nohara, even if you lose Laipi, I have many ways to kill you." ”

Han Feng understood his careful thoughts at a glance, and glanced at Shinji Nohara again, "Isn't it just a martial arts competition? If you want to say that there are so many people who practice martial arts well in Yanxia, there are so many people, I really don't dare to compare with others easily." ”

"But if you can't beat a single widow, wouldn't it be an insult to the sign of Yanxia Kung Fu in front of so many old and young masters? If it's true, none of you can stop me, just jump into the sea, dignity!"

"Okay! you kid has a kind!" Lei Lao Er said with a thumbs up and hatred.

He turned around, "Nohara-kun, you must let him know how powerful you are!"

Shinji Nohara stood to the side and heard the conversation clearly, Yan Xia's language was sloppy, "Mr. Hanfeng, I appreciate your courage! ”

"If you really want to fight me, you're going to lose badly. Now you still have a chance to regret it and give up the competition!" After speaking, he looked at Han Feng defiantly and shook his finger.

Han Feng laughed when he heard this: "I admire Mr. Nohara Shinji's tone and your bragging! By the way, have you heard of our hot summer, and there is a saying that 'if you don't brag, you can die'?"

"I also remind you, if you regret it now, it's too late to give up the game, if you really get slapped in the face, it will be really uncomfortable!"

Shinji Nohara sneered, "Okay! Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you! You Yanxia martial artists have always boasted of their hard kung fu, and today we are better than anyone else, do you dare?"

"Whatever, you can come whatever you want, I'll take it all hard and soft!" Han Feng said indifferently: "Tell me, how do you compare the law?"

Shinji Nohara had already prepared, and he called Lei Lao Er over and muttered a few words.

The latter nodded and kept saying, "Hi, hey, hey." ”

Then with a wave of his hand, let five or six of his own people go to the yard to move things.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps, and the men gasped for breath, telling the people next to them to dodge.

From the yard, they lifted out a granite stone of about 300 catties.

Lei Lao Er asked the two of them to quickly move two iron stools and put them on the open ground, and several men carrying stones shouted slogans and put them on the two iron stools together, and then several people stood on both sides panting.

Shinji Nohara looked at the granite and said to Han Feng, "Mr. Han, I heard that there is a kind of kung fu called iron sand palm in the hot summer, which says that you can split the stele with one palm. ”

"But as far as I know, the performances are all made of bricks, and no one has ever used a real stone tablet! Today I want to show my strength and show you what the real 'one-palm monument' is!"

When Han Feng saw the granite, he was a little surprised: this granite is definitely a real guy, more than a meter long and more than 20 centimeters thick, not to mention a slap, even if it is used with a hammer, it may not be able to be broken!

Dare to say such a big thing, it seems that this Sakura country in front of him should have two brushes.

So Han Feng smiled and said: "Mr. Nohara, don't say more, don't nag if you don't talk about less, let's start, by the way, if you can't split it with one hand, you can split it a few more times!"

Shinji Nohara snorted coldly, stopped talking, he took a few steps to the granite, first raised his arms from the side of his body, put his hands together on his head, exhaled, spread his legs, half-squatting island style big step, and his palms fell to his chest.

His eyes were closed, his throat was making strange noises, and his chest was heaving.

Suddenly, his right arm stretched out, and the sleeve swelled up like an inflat.

Oh, two times, Han Feng has heard that there is a kind of qi in their country that is a bit similar to the hard qigong in the hot summer, has this guy really practiced this kind of qi?

Shinji Nohara half-opened his eyes, took two small steps forward, and stood in front of the stone, he suddenly raised his right hand, shouted, and the thunderbolt slashed straight into the middle of the stone

With a "click", the stone broke off from the middle, and with two plops, two pieces of gravel fell to the ground.

Looking at Shinji Nohara again, his hands slowly lowered from his chest, a breath came out of his mouth, and he straightened up.