Chapter 67: Zeng Lao is defeated

But Zeng Lao is destined to be disappointed, Li Feng's moves and styles are almost all evolved and tempered from actual combat, and they are definitely not taught by anyone, although there are moves and styles, but Zeng Lao has no trace to be found, and it seems to be a bit of the feeling that a certain senior said that there are no tricks to win.

Li Feng's one move and one style may not be perfect, but it is effective, so Zeng Lao can't find a flaw, and he can't find out where Li Feng's moves come from, not to mention that the old man took Li Feng to practice nameless exercises, and never taught him one and a half moves, all of which he let himself comprehend in actual combat.

The old man's method made Li Feng suffer a lot at first, but the effect is undoubted, Li Feng has grown up rapidly in actual combat, so he has today's ability, even in the face of a master like Zeng Lao who is hidden in the red dust society, he does not fall behind, and even faintly has the feeling of overpowering Zeng Lao.

As the confrontation between the two continued, Zeng Lao gradually seemed powerless, he never found the flaws in Li Feng's moves and the sect he belonged to, but because of the distraction, he revealed the flaws, allowing Li Feng to seize and take a big advantage, and he took a few steps back for a while, and a faint trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zeng Lao did not retreat but advanced, and without hesitation, he launched a charge against Li Feng again, the wind under his feet, and a roundabout kick on Li Feng's shoulder, Zeng Lao's roundabout kick was many times better than Hou San's subordinate As, Li Feng hurriedly dodged sideways, and slammed a palm at Zeng Lao's chest, the speed was fast, and the strength was strong, Li Feng believed that if Zeng Lao dodged and couldn't hit the palm, he would definitely be injured.

Zeng Lao didn't expect Li Feng's reaction to be so keen, and he seized the opportunity to charge him, he was not a big person, not to mention that he already regarded Li Feng as a terrible opponent, even if he was the slightest underestimator, in the face of Li Feng's charging palm, he didn't dodge, his right foot slammed on the ground, as if he was holding his breath, and took Li Feng's palm with his head held high.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Li Feng felt the feeling of his palm slapping on the iron, and made a loud noise, and Zeng Lao's body stood still, just standing in place in a daze, Li Feng couldn't help but be surprised!

Zeng Lao saw that Li Feng's palm was fruitless, and he immediately smiled, his body shook slightly, as if he had shaken off the dust on his body, and then slowly walked towards Li Feng.

Li Feng's second palm rushed out without hesitation and slapped it directly on Zeng Lao's chest, but this time it was similar to the last time, Li Feng was stunned and felt that his palm was slapped on the iron block, which seemed to have no harm to Zeng Lao, Li Feng was suddenly a little surprised, what the hell is going on.

Zeng Lao saw the expression on Li Feng's face, and smiled proudly: "How is it, my iron cloth shirt doesn't taste good!"

Iron cloth shirt!

Shaolin hard iron cloth shirt, sure enough, it's it!

Li Feng was slightly stunned, in fact, he had already guessed that Zeng Lao was the Shaolin faction's hard iron cloth shirt, he knew the name of the iron cloth shirt, many movies and television related to Shaolin have appeared this hard skill, it can be said that it is famous, but today is the first time to see the power of this hard skill.

Li Feng has been in contact with all kinds of strange people over the years, and knows that some people have very tough muscles, or it is more appropriate to be hard, and he dare not say that he is invulnerable, but the general fist contact with him is like hitting an iron block, but compared with Zeng Lao in front of him, it can be said that he is much inferior.

Li Feng knows that the Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, among which the martial arts of the Shaolin school are their own school, which has a long history, and then many sects of martial arts are mostly related to Shaolin * Gong, so there is a saying that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, in other words, Shao * Lin Bo is profound, among which there are more strange moves, and the iron cloth shirt and the golden bell jar are the two very famous hard skills.

Iron cloth shirt and golden bell jar, two hard skills with similar principles, ordinary people often confuse them, thinking that it is a kung fu called iron cloth shirt golden bell jar, in fact, there are some differences between the two kung fu, relatively speaking, the golden bell jar is a deeper level of kung fu, and it is naturally much more difficult to cultivate.

Zeng Lao's current iron cloth shirt is even if he has practiced to a certain level of fire and is very powerful, but for the golden bell jar, Zeng Lao is just a beginner, and he has never been able to grasp the essence of it, otherwise his strength will definitely go up a grade or even more.

"The iron cloth shirt really lives up to its reputation, but it is not unique in the world!" Li Feng said lightly, Zeng Lao couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart, his iron cloth shirt has improved a lot over the years, far from being comparable to him back then.

When he first entered the red dust, he was full of confidence and confidence in himself, but he didn't have the slightest ability to parry and fight back under that person's hands, even the iron cloth shirt he was most proud of, it was simply vulnerable under that person's hands, and he really realized that the master's words when he went out to send out were outside the world, and the teaching of being modest was not a lie.

Later, he cultivated diligently, a thousand miles a day, so many years have passed, and he has never met the original person again, but it is like a trace engraved in the depths of his heart, it has always been there, lingering.

"You're right, you don't have the best kung fu in the world, but I really want to know what method you use to break my iron shirt!" Zeng Lao felt that he admired Li Feng more and more, this kid had the same aura as he did back then.

"Okay!" As soon as Li Feng's words fell, his figure rushed towards Zeng Lao like lightning, his hands flew up, as if he was brewing some big move, and then slapped Zeng Lao's chest in Zeng Lao's smug gaze, his palm moved slightly, and suddenly a majestic breath gushed out, and Zeng Lao flew out upside down in a stunned face.

"Bang!"

Zeng Lao's body fell directly to the ground, his face was already full of astonishment and shock, he really couldn't imagine why this was the case, his iron cloth shirt was so vulnerable under Li Feng's palm, he was unwilling!

But after all, he is not an impulsive boy, he knows that he has lost to Li Feng, his only choice is to admit defeat, but he is more and more curious about Li Feng's identity, what kind of disciple is it!

He really couldn't see where Li Feng's moves came from, or that he had never seen such a simple but powerful move that should not be underestimated, and there was not much historical precipitation in one move, but such a seemingly simple move made it difficult for him to parry.

Zeng Lao sighed in his heart, maybe it was really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, he seemed to be really old, and he couldn't see through Li Feng in front of him.