Crit City, the most remote northwest corner, crisscrossed by dark paths, after inquiring all the way, Luo Feng finally found the 'Dirty Tail Alley'.

This is a dirty and damp semi-enclosed alley, Luo Feng has just stepped into it with his front feet, and a foul smell mixed with the smell of swill and feces instantly hits his face.

Stimulated by the stench, Luo Feng only felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and then immediately fled from Dirty Tail Alley.

"I'll give you a lung! How can this hellish place be inhabited?"

Although it was far enough away from Dirty Tail Alley, the stench he smelled before still made Luo Feng's heart palpitate.

However, Luo Feng did not give up looking for the lame beggar because of this, because in the entire Crit City, I am afraid that only the lame beggar is willing to be his coach.

Dirty Tail Alley is a semi-enclosed alley, and the exit and entrance are here, so Luo Feng believes that as long as he guards the entrance of the alley, he will definitely be able to wait for the lame beggar.

Luo Feng, who was standing in the distance, observed every fighting spirit that entered and exited the dirty tail alley, looking for the figure of the lame beggar.

And those fighting spirits who passed by Luo Feng, when they saw Luo Feng's black eyes, they couldn't bear to secretly look at them twice.

The fighting spirits who live here are the lowest fighting spirits in Crit City, and in order to live, they are engaged in the dirtiest, hardest, and most tiring work in Crit City.

However, although these fighting spirits have a lowly status, have no cultivation, and have shallow knowledge, they still know common sense like black eyes represent soul hunters.

At this moment, these fighting spirits were very curious, and they couldn't figure out why Luo Feng appeared here, after all, in their eyes, the spirit hunter was a symbol of nobility, and they were the dirtiest place in Crit City.

On the other side, Luo Feng had long been accustomed to the surprised and curious blue eyes around him, and after entering Crit City for so long, the fighting spirits in the city almost all looked at him with this kind of eyes.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the sunset had appeared in the sky.

Luo Feng didn't want to wait so stupidly anymore, because he didn't want to come a second time in Dirty Tail Alley.

So, he began to ask the passing fighting spirits about the lame beggar.

"Excuse me, do you have a cripple here... Hey..."

"Hello, can you help me call out the cripple in Dirty Tail Alley... Hey, don't go!"

"Hello... Hey, don't run, come back to me, and I won't hurt you!"

"Who's going to help me find the lame man in Dirty Tail Alley! I'll give you money! Soul coins! Ten soul coins!"

......

Luo Feng asked more than a dozen passing fighting spirits, but it may be that he was timid and afraid, or it could be because he was afraid of Luo Feng's identity as a spirit hunter, none of the fighting spirits responded to him, and none of them were even willing to stop and listen to him finish speaking.

"I'll take your lungs... Am I so terrible..."

Seeing the passing fighting spirits dodging from themselves like a plague god, Luo Feng looked very helpless, he couldn't understand the thoughts of these fighting spirits at all.

The surrounding fighting spirits were obviously unwilling to take care of themselves, and just when Luo Feng was planning to come again tomorrow, in the afterglow of the setting sun, at the corner not far away, a rickety figure, dragging a dung truck, limped and walked over with difficulty.

Looking at the lonely, thin figure, Luo Feng recognized him at a glance, he was the lame beggar.

At this time, some doubts suddenly appeared in Luo Feng's heart, is his gold belt real? Has he really won the boxing and fighting championship? Can he really teach me boxing? He won't be here to cheat money, right?

The reason why Luo Feng has these doubts is because he doesn't believe that a boxing champion can actually work as a dung truck, even if it is a down-and-out boxing champion.

may have felt that there was a gaze watching him, and the lame beggar's gaze perpendicular to the ground slowly raised and looked at Luo Feng in the distance.

When Luo Feng's figure entered his eyes, the lame beggar's expression was a little sluggish, he guessed that Luo Feng would come to him, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

After a brief moment of stunnedness, he immediately put down the dung truck and limped into Dirty Tail Alley.

"Hey, don't run, I'm here for you!"

Seeing the lame beggar suddenly run away, Luo Feng was anxious, he thought that the lame beggar was not willing to be his coach.

"I'll you! Do you think I really need a coach! I'll tell you! Even without a coach, I'll still box! I'll win the championship! I'll let you fighters know! Who is the boxing genius! It's me!"

After a day of hitting a wall, Luo Feng finally broke out at this moment, he roared at the dirty tail alley, venting the anger that had been suppressed for a day.

And the unknown fighting spirits around were frightened by Luo Feng, and the fighting spirits in the alley did not dare to come out, and the fighting spirits outside the alley did not dare to enter.

"I'll take your lungs! Look down on whom!Let's see!" After venting his emotions, Luo Feng put down a cruel sentence and turned around to leave.

"Wait, sir!"

Luo Feng didn't take a few steps, and the lame beggar limped out and stopped in front of Luo Feng.

The lame beggar reappeared, and had already changed into the same clothes that he had worn when he visited Luo Feng in the morning, obviously, this dress was the best clothes for the lame beggar, although it was also tattered, but it was indeed the clothes that the lame beggar could wear the most.

"My lord, are you here to be my coach?"

"What? Do you really dare to be my coach?"

After a day of hitting a wall, Luo Feng also roughly knew why those fighting spirits didn't dare to be their coaches.

"Of course! As long as the adults look at the top and bottom, they will do their best to train the adults to become boxing champions!"

"I'll ask you a question, and if your answer satisfies me, I'll hire you as my coach. ”

"My lord, excuse me. ”

"The boxing coaches in the city don't dare to teach me, why do you dare, and take the initiative to send it to the door. ”

"For the money, of course..."

"What else?"

I don't know why, Luo Feng always felt that the lame beggar was willing to be his coach, not just for money, there must be other reasons.

"It's gone. ”

"Do you think your answer satisfies me?"

"The villain doesn't know if the villain's answer can satisfy you, the villain only knows that in the entire Crit City, except for the villain, no fighting spirit dares to teach you boxing. ”

The lame beggar analyzed the current situation for Luo Feng, for fear that Luo Feng would be hot-headed and refuse him.

"According to you... I really don't seem to have a reason to refuse you..."

I have to say that the words of the lame beggar did speak to Luo Feng's weakness.

In fact, the lame beggar still hasn't said the second half of the sentence: in the entire Crit City, except for Luo Feng, no other fighter will hire him as a coach.

"And what is your expected salary?"

"You look at it, the villain doesn't care, just enough for the villain to eat. ”

"Don't you care? Didn't you coach me to make money?"