The chapters of these two days are very boring, I know, please rest assured, this book is definitely a book about the prince of tennis, and the focus of these chapters is not to beat people with national arts, but to promote the development of the plot. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info these people can be regarded as key players in the back, so they have to make their article longer. Please rest assured, readers, that it is today that writes the last day of Guoshu, and tomorrow I will return to the tennis game. If you really don't like to watch it, please skip this paragraph and play tennis tomorrow.

"How's it going, have you thought about it?" The young man laughed for a while, glanced at Fuji Feng with a mocking gaze, and said, "Xiao Qisan, remember next time, grandpa's kung fu, not everyone can steal it!" ”

"Damn!" As soon as Teng Feng gritted his teeth, the tip of his tongue was on the top of his teeth, and he was a mixed vitality with a grain of dantian, and the qi through the dantian was a blood pupil! Fierce on the spot, he rushed forward two steps, and looked at the young man with crazy eyes. Although the young man's strength was strong, he hadn't experienced many setbacks and waves, and he was so shocked by Teng Feng's momentum that he couldn't help but take two steps back. The young man was frightened by Fuji Feng, and felt that his face was dull, and he was about to be ruthless to Fuji Feng, but he didn't prevent Teng Feng's knees from being weak and making a gesture to kneel.

The young man was taken aback again, almost thinking that Fuji Feng had made some big move, and then looked at Fuji Feng's movements carefully, and couldn't help but show a smile that should have been like this, and said, "Hmph, count you as acquaintances." Otherwise, you will have to suffer a little. ”

Teng Feng knelt down slowly, but unexpectedly halfway through his knees, a sudden change occurred!

Fuji Feng doesn't know the bad problems of this boy and that old antique, and he makes people kneel if he doesn't agree with him, but although Fuji Feng is not the kind of person who absolutely "kneels to the sky and kneels to his parents", he also knows that the boy has gold under his knees, and he kneels down to beg for mercy to an unknown little hairy child, what is this?

So he wanted to kneel, but in fact, he secretly bent his legs to exert force, and with this force, he kicked his legs and surged out of a distance of more than two meters. Because Fuji Feng rushed out with a short body, and because he was still short, the young man was surprised that he couldn't stop him.

Fuji Feng rushed to the bodyguard who fell to the ground in three steps and two steps, took out a loaded pistol from him, turned around and pointed at the young man who was about to catch up, and said coldly: "Listen, I don't have the heart to have any conflict with Zhongguo's national art world, but I'm not afraid of you." Fuck off now, I can act as if nothing happened. ”

Teng Feng is naturally not afraid that this young man will come to find fault again, his family's such a big power, under the concept of "first-class foreigner and second-class official" in the hearts of many officials in Zhongguo, and even in Zhongguo, there is a lot of energy. Even if you don't use any means to retaliate against him, it is not a problem to pay close attention to his movements and warn his master. is still the same sentence, the national art sect that really has real kung fu is not very down-and-out in this era of hot weapons, but its status is always not very high.

Although the young man was arrogant, he still knew the power of the hot weapon. He had seen a gun for so many years, but it wasn't until he saw a twelve-year-old doll in front of him who could threaten him with a gun that he thought that this was no longer the legal boundary for gun ownership in China. He froze in place for a while, really afraid to move.

"That's what I want to say." Fuji Feng was consciously in control of the situation, and was about to slowly withdraw from this alley, seeking to get out, but he was caught off guard and a cold voice came from behind him. This person put one fist on the vest of Fuji Feng, and one fist on the waist of Fuji Feng, the fist was thick and powerful, which made people feel afraid.

Fuji Feng felt a numb scalp, and the secret path was not good. The apprentices taught by the old antiques in the national art world are all of the same temperament as them, and it is normal to kill people if they don't agree with each other, not to mention that they are themselves, and there is no reason to keep them. He didn't dare to try this person's kung fu, so he slowly threw the gun out, raised his hands and said helplessly: "I have confessed to it, I don't know which Xingyi Quan master you are, please report your name." ”

"Huh?" The man behind him was shocked and said, "You kid also has a vision, and you can actually see how many sects my family has?" ”

"Hmph, Dongying clown, the heart of coveting my Zhonghua is not extinguished, since you can steal my Tai Chi kung fu, why can't you steal your Xingyi Fist?" Seeing that the change had fallen, the young man from Yin Ou before regained his lofty tone again, and said, "Zhang Heyang, I didn't expect it, what are you doing here?" ”

"Oh?" Teng Feng listened to the words of the yin owl boy, and he was going to have no reason to be spared, but unexpectedly, the person behind him let go of his hand when he heard this, and slowly walked forward: "How broad and profound my country's national art is, it's just a matter of stealing one door, stealing two doors, or Tai Chi Xingyi, these two famous advanced inner fists, this is not like something that a person with a ghost can do." This child is only eleven or twelve years old, how can he have such deep scheming? ”

The man behind Fuji Feng walked up to the Yin Owl boy and stood side by side with him. Teng Feng looked at it fixedly, this man named Zhang Heyang was about twenty-one or twelve, but there was an extremely down-to-earth feeling circulating around him. His hair was unkempt, his beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, he still smelled of alcohol, and his pupils were slightly red, obviously just waking up from a hangover. If you don't look at him between his eyebrows, he looks like a sloppy middle-aged man in his forties.

"Hmph, it's plausible, it's just a fist embroidered leg." The yin owl boy seemed to recognize this, and said, "This kid is probably just a living cheat, and the old antiques of their book are the real main force who want to subvert our national art world. ”

"Sun Boting, you were taught some Shinto Taoism by your father." The more the yin owl boy Sun Boting said, the more Zhang Heyang didn't believe it, and said softly to Teng Feng: "Little brother, you tell me the matter again, my friend is a little anxious, if he is offended, he will have to come to the door with you to make amends." ”

"The surname is Zhang, you!" Sun Boting had ever been ridiculed like this, and he glared at Zhang Heyang angrily on the spot, and said, "You dare to insult my father? ”

"Hmph, that's your father, not mine." Zhang Heyang looked at Sun Boting's appearance, and felt even more that he was going to attack the kid Teng Feng without asking, and there was fire in his heart, and said: "I am the same generation as your father Sun Mantang, and my ancestor still has the grace to support your Sun family, why, it's hard to say?" ”

"This big brother, things are like this, such and so ......" Teng Feng didn't wait for Sun Boting to speak again, and hurriedly explained the truth of the matter. In his mouth, he was naturally walking on the road, and suddenly suffered a catastrophe and was beaten for no apparent reason. The child's pitiful appearance touched Zhang Heyang's seemingly rough but delicate heart.

Zhang Heyang said angrily to Sun Boting: "Why did you go abroad and still have such an arrogant temperament? When you first arrived in Yueben, what did my master tell you? ”

"Hmph, surnamed Zhang, don't pretend to be a big head of garlic according to the seniors, my father is not your father, is your master my master?" Sun Boting's eyes were even more gloomy, and he said, "Do you really think that I will make a casual move?" Let me tell you, this kid has Yang's Tai Chi's authentic kung fu, although he has learned plausible, but with his fluency in Chinese at a young age, there is no doubt that he is plotting wrong! ”