The internal strength of the two people soared to the peak, and the strength of each punch was not less than two hundred kilograms!

200 kilograms! What kind of concept is this, even the most majestic male yak can definitely kill it on the spot with one punch! So, what about lions and tigers?

"Yikes!"

After fighting for about ten minutes, all of a sudden, Xiao Feng let out a loud shout and punched out after a strong sweeping leg!

But his fist suddenly stopped at a distance of three centimeters from Zhu Jiujie's forehead!

However, in just this short blink of an eye, Zhu Jiujie's face turned completely white! His expression no longer had a trace of contempt, but was just full of endless convincing.

He stood still, but he didn't know that just a second ago, his head was almost knocked off by Xiao Feng's direct punch!

Although he has practiced the Iron Head Skill, although this punch will not have the effect of cracking his brain, it will definitely leave him with a lifelong concussion disability!

But his emotions were suddenly as calm as water!

"Amitabha, donor! The poor monk has lost! The poor monk has been defeated by you!"

He said such a sentence very indifferently.

Finally, the onlookers exhaled the breath that had been sinking in their hearts. Paul was even more exaggerated at this time, and after being stunned for five seconds, he actually screamed "wow" again, and then spread his legs and rushed towards Xiao Feng, hugging him tightly at once!

Shao Wu walked over at this time, glanced at the pale Zhu Jiujie, and complained: "Senior brother, do you know that the boss is powerful now?

Zhu Jiujie looked guilty at this time, but what surprised Shao Wu was that he actually humbly applied a Buddhist etiquette to Xiao Feng with a guilty attitude, and apologized: "Amitabha, donor! The poor monk is ashamed! I hope the donor will forgive the poor monk for his rudeness! The poor monk is offended! I can see the donor's skill, the poor monk is really open, it seems that there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky! The poor monk is convinced!"

But Xiao Feng's gaze was not the kind of winning attitude.

"The master is serious! The master didn't seem to have used all his strength just now, right?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a while. Didn't exert all your strength? What does that mean? Is it ••••••. Of course, Xiao Feng didn't exert all his strength, so he felt that this competition should not have reached the point of making a conclusion!

But Zhu Jiujie didn't seem to think so, he smiled slightly, and said: "No, no, no, the victory and defeat have been divided, the poor monk is indeed not skilled and defeated by the donor! Indeed, if I made a move just now, I could indeed give the donor a blow, but it was not enough to kill! But the donor's punch, hehe, the poor monk is ashamed, if the poor monk really takes that punch, even if his head is not cracked, I am afraid that he will definitely fall into a lifelong disability." So, the poor monk lost!

Hearing him say this, everyone immediately understood. It's just that the fog in Xiao Feng's heart still lingers!

"Oh, by the way, donor, I don't know if you can tell me, what kind of internal family Yuan Gong you are cultivating, I didn't expect it to be so powerful, even the "Yijin Sutra" practiced by the poor monk has to be defeated?"

I didn't expect this guy to be so unbearable as soon as he changed. Xiao Feng smiled slightly, and didn't want to hide it.

"Uh, has the master heard of Mixed Yuan Gong?"

"Mixed Yuan Gong?"

As soon as he heard this, Zhu Jiujie suddenly came to his senses, immediately saluted again, and said with a ashamed smile: "I see!

That's right, this is not Xiao Feng deliberately pretending to be Niu B at all, the internal skill he has been practicing since he was a child is "Mixed Yuan Gong"!

In this way, Zhu Jiujie finally succumbed to Xiao Feng's iron fist. Everyone talked and laughed, and this guy Paul was even more embarrassed, he was stunned and asked Xiao Feng to teach him Chinese kung fu quickly!

He said that he had always felt that Chinese kung fu should be Bruce Lee's most powerful, then Jet Li, then Donnie Yen, and finally Jackie Chan! But after seeing Xiao Feng's kung fu, he now feels that the most powerful should be Xiao Feng, and then Bruce Lee and them can't even rank now.

But Xiao Feng gave him a condition, that is, he must get rid of drug addiction first, otherwise he can't even think about it. In this way, this black-headed and black-brained guy turned around and ran to the basement like a gust of wind, saying that he would lock himself up, resolutely carry out the master's instructions, and quit drug addiction!

Back in the hall, with Shao Wu's encouragement, Zhu Jiujie finally stood in front of Xiao Feng and pleaded: "Donor, poor monk••••••• poor monk has no way to go now, I don't know if I can stay with the donor, and call you the boss like all the junior disciples, I don't know what to do?"

This guy, it's okay if he doesn't get serious, but when he gets serious, his mouth is full of uncomfortable words.

But with this guy's good skills, if he can stay by his side, why not?" Xiao Feng smiled slightly and said, "Of course, if the Master of the Nine Rings is willing, of course it would be great! You are welcome to join! However, our group of people can pin their heads to the waistband of their pants at any time, are you afraid?"

Zhu Jiujie smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Afraid, what are the poor monks afraid of? You are not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

"Uh, do you know how to shoot then?"

"Well••••••• you can't learn!"

At this time, Shao Wu muttered on the side, "Hmph, he doesn't know how to shoot, but he is very professional in shooting!"

"Cannon?" Xiao Feng smiled slightly, "Master Jiujie likes it, uh, what's that?"

Zhu Jiujie smiled at this time, and said embarrassedly: "Actually, in fact, poor monks like to give female donors a sea of suffering, so ••••••• especially those female donors who have fallen into the ground!"

"Oh, that's okay!Xiao He, go back and find more fallen chicks for the Master of the Nine Rings, and let the Master give them Pudu Pudu!"

Zhang He smiled shyly at this time, so he went to call Niu'er, and Zhu Jiujie, this guy, swallowed his saliva immediately. But unfortunately, Chengying came in. With his arrival, Zhu Jiujie's expression suddenly stiffened, and he lost his voice: "Damn! What a heavy murderous aura!"