Sitting on the plane, Xiang Feng looked at the sea of clouds outside the window, countless thoughts flashed in his heart, he felt more and more that things were becoming more and more weird and wonderful, he had just learned from He Mu that there were ancient Qiang texts in the tomb of the king of Lanzhou, and immediately got the bad news that the master had his right leg broken, and he felt that he seemed to be tied to Lanzhou.

Especially the Lanzhou Holy League that Lou Ruolan said earlier, Xiang Feng secretly guessed in his heart, what does this organization have to do with the temple? What secrets does Lanzhou hide?

He felt that it had all come by too much coincidence.

As the birthplace and holy place of Chinese martial arts, Lanzhou has always had a great influence in the history of martial arts.

When Xiang Feng was sixteen years old, he once stayed in Shenglongzhuang in Lanzhou for a year, following Mr. Li Yunhe to systematically learn Xingyi boxing.

As soon as he landed, Xiang Feng immediately rushed to Shenglong Village by car.

"Is this really Shenglongzhuang?" Xiang Feng got out of the car, and a little unbelievable, Shenglongzhuang is located in the southwest of Qinglan City, Lanzhou Province, in Xiang Feng's impression, Shenglongzhuang is a low tile house, but in front of Xiang Feng, it is a row of small western-style buildings on the second floor.

At this time, a large group of people were gathering at the entrance of the village, and a wave of men from Shenglong Village, one by one, holding farm tools, was confronting a wave of young people holding steel pipes.

Xiang Feng walked not far away, saw the situation clearly, and saw the person in charge, Xiang Feng couldn't help but have a smile on his face, the person in charge was called Li Qing, who was the fist and foot master of Shenglongzhuang, and had taught Xiang Feng boxing for a year.

Looking at the more than 20 gangsters over there, Xiang Feng couldn't help but smile and shake his head, these gangsters are vain, Li Qing can easily kill them alone, besides, there are more than ten heroes behind Li Qing.

The men of Shenglongzhuang are all descendants of Xingyi Fist, and there is no weakling.

At this time, three more vans stopped at the entrance of the village, the door opened, and more than 30 people rushed out with sharp weapons in hand, shouting around Li Qing and others.

Li Qing took half a step back, carrying a wooden stick in one hand, and he didn't know what they said, but his hands had already moved.

I saw that Li Qing's stick was like a spirit snake, and every time the stick was released, a gangster's weapon was taken off. Li Qing's style of play is very simple, the first stick hits the opponent's wrist, the second stick sweeps the opponent away, his shot is not light or heavy, but it is enough to make those gangsters lie on the ground and cry dad and mother.

"Good sticks. Seeing Li Qing's tiger tail stick method again, Xiang Feng's mood also became excited.

After a while, the ground was already full of people, and Li Qing stood in the crowd with a stick, like a god of war, and no one could get close.

On the side of the Mercedes-Benz behind the van, a man in a suit wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Mr. Ao, those Diao people have some means, it seems that you still need to go out." ”

"Hmm. There was a low voice in the car, a middle-aged man in a Tang costume pushed the door and got out of the car, the middle-aged man was extremely thin, and his hands and ten fingers were full of gold rings, he slowly took off the gold ring on his index finger, and suddenly threw it out.

"Huh!" A sound of breaking the air sounded, causing Xiang Feng's face to change sharply, his steps quickly accelerated, and he shouted loudly: "Uncle Li be careful!"

Li Qing had just swept a thug away at this time, and by the time he heard Xiang Feng's shout, it was too late.

"Poof!"

The gold ring hit Li Qing's chest like a bullet, causing Li Qing to fall backwards with his head up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Despicable!" the men from Shenglong Village held Li Qing and glared angrily one by one.

The middle-aged man in Tang Fu walked into the battle circle with a smile and laughed softly: "It's you Diao people who don't know how to lift, it seems that breaking your village chief's leg can't make you understand what it means to know current affairs." ”

"Really, do you understand what it means to know current affairs?" As soon as the middle-aged man in Tang Fu's voice fell, Xiang Feng's voice had already sounded.

Xiang Feng stood in front of Li Qing, staring at the middle-aged man in Tang costume, and said coldly: "My master Li Yunhe's leg was broken by you?"

The middle-aged man in Tang Fu laughed and said, "What if I interrupted?"

"Yes, I'll let you die!" Xiang Feng burst out with anger, he stepped on the nameless footwork, his momentum was all released, and his body quickly pounced on the middle-aged man in Tang Fu.

"Who is he?" Li Qing looked at Xiang Feng's back with a pale face, and muttered: "What a fast speed, this is a strong listener!"

"Isn't that stronger than the patriarch? A man from Thang Long Zhuang shook his head and said.

On that side, Xiang Feng's murderous aura was pervasive, and the strong killing intent finally moved the middle-aged man in Tang Fu.

The middle-aged man in Tang Fu has extremely tricky and strange moves, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, picking on weak parts of the defense to beckon, while Xiang Feng is a force to drop ten times, completely overwhelming people with momentum, his attack is like a storm, not giving the middle-aged man in Tang Fu the slightest respite.

The strength of the middle-aged man in Tang Fu is not weak, and he has reached the A-level level, at least stronger than those martial artists in the Fengxing Martial Arts Gym.

Xiang Feng's strength and speed surpassed the middle-aged man in Tang Fu, and after less than thirty seconds, the middle-aged man in Tang Fu could no longer support it.

"Smack!" Xiang Feng grabbed the arms of the middle-aged man in Tang Fu with both hands.

"No, don't. The eyes of the middle-aged man in Tang Fu flashed with deep fear, and before he could say the words of begging for mercy, Xiang Feng had already twisted the arms of the middle-aged man in Tang Fu violently, and the whole person rose into the air, and his feet kicked the chest of the middle-aged man in Tang Fu.

Listening to the two sounds of 'click' and 'click', accompanied by a huge pulling force, the arms of the middle-aged man in Tang Fu were almost torn off, and he drooped weakly on his sides.

The cold sweat of the soybean slipped down the cheeks of the middle-aged man in Tang Fu, he glared at Xiang Feng viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to kill me? I am the deputy hall master of the Snake Hand Martial Arts Gym." ”

"I don't care who you are! I said, I'm going to let you die. A flash of murderous intent flashed in Xiang Feng's eyes, and as he spoke, a military thorn appeared in Xiang Feng's palm.

"Don't kill him!" Just as the military thorn in Xiang Feng's hand was about to stab the middle-aged man's throat, Li Qing's shout rang out.

"Bang!" Xiang Feng heard the shout, and instantly put away the knife without thinking about it, kicked the middle-aged man to the ground, and stomped on his head with his right foot, and then looked back at Li Qing.

Seeing Xiang Feng's appearance clearly, Li Qing was shocked, and his voice was a little weak: "You, are you Xiaofeng?"

"It's me, Uncle Li. Looking at Li Qing, who had already shown his old state, Xiang Feng's nose was sour.

"It's back, yes, yes. Li Qing's face was full of joy.

Xiang Feng asked again, "Uncle Li, why did you stop me from killing him?"

Li Qing sighed lightly: "Let him go, your master's legs have nothing to do with him, go back with me, and your master will tell you the reason." ”