Du Fei is just a layman who works behind closed doors and practices indiscriminately through the Internet or some printed martial arts cheats.

His overall physical qualities are good, but when it comes to boxing, it's really bad.

When he saw this scene, Du Fei's heart shook suddenly, and a shock and surprise that could not be concealed appeared on his face.

This wooden pile was custom-made by him for nearly 10,000 yuan, which can be described as quite solid, and even the local Wing Chun master is difficult to break this wooden hand.

However, at this time, the guy in front of him actually split the wooden hand into the air with two random strokes, and then lined up the wooden stake in half with one palm, which... How terrifying does it take to have such an effect?

"You... Who is it? ”

Du Fei gasped and asked in a very surprised tone.

Ye Feng withdrew his hand, gently put his back behind his back, turned his head and said, "My girlfriend's name is Xue Ziwei, and she is now a member of your Guoshu Society. ”

Du Fei frowned and said, "That's not what I asked. ”

In Du Fei's opinion, Ye Feng's methods have exceeded the limits of ordinary people, this is definitely a super master, and even beyond the super master he imagined.

Such a master suddenly appears in front of you, and whoever it is, will also be vigilant.

Ye Feng did not directly identify himself, because now, it was not the time.

Moreover, he did not directly find out Du Fei's identity, although he was very puzzled, why it was clear that his family was opening a martial arts gym, but this Du Fei's tricks were so unbearable, as if his family's martial arts gym had nothing to do with him.

Everything cannot be rushed, but can only be taken step by step.

Ye Feng wants to break into the Du family through Du Fei, he must take his time step by step and make it a matter of course, otherwise, it will backfire.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I love my girlfriend very much, and it just so happens that she likes Guoshu very much."

"So, I don't want her to dissolve the Guoshu Club as soon as she joins it, in that case, she will be very sad."

Saying that, Ye Feng walked in front of Du Fei and said, "I heard from the people of the Guoshu Society, you will fight in the ring the day after tomorrow, which is related to the life and death of your Guoshu Society." ”

"Do you want to win?"

Du Fei still looked at Ye Feng with a vigilant gaze and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

"I want you to win, two days, you let me train you, you can definitely punch that so-called karate master."

If this sentence came out of someone else's mouth, Du Fei would definitely not believe it.

However, this sentence came out of Ye Feng's mouth, and he had no reason not to believe it.

After all, the trick that Ye Feng showed just now was too terrifying.

"You... Really willing to help me? ”

"Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Ye Feng kicked the wooden stakes scattered all over the place aside, then walked to a sandbag next to him, and said, "Your sandbag, it's too rubbish to practice your skills, so replace it all with iron sand for me." ”

Then, he walked to the row of weapon racks, took out a sword and gestured twice, and said, "Art sword, you use it to practice?" Can you stab someone to death? I'm afraid that I can't even stab a chicken to death, this one can't work, change it to a real one. ”

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the wooden stake and said, "Replace it with iron, it is best, there can be iron thorns on the surface!" ”

...

Ye Feng walked around this rooftop, and almost everything here was commented on by Ye Feng, and then asked him to replace them all.

Du Fei next to him had a dumbfounded feeling, is he going to teach himself to practice national arts?

Du Fei had an illusion, as if people didn't want to teach him national art at all, but wanted to train him to be a killer.

Ye Feng saw the shock and confusion on Du Fei's face, and said, "What, I feel surprised?" Or are you not willing to do what I say? ”

"It's not." Du Fei shook his head and said, "It's just that it feels a little too unbelievable." ”

"Really?"

Ye Feng picked up the artistic sword just now, and with a flick of the sword blade, the sword broke into two, of which the tip of the sword shot out directly and pierced into the opposite wall, like a bullet.

This scene once again startled Du Fei.

"I said, national art has never been a fist embroidered leg."

"The meaning of cultivating national art is not in performance, nor in strengthening the body, but in killing."

"So kung fu is not about the form, but about the meaning."

"It's like this sword, is it powerful? It depends on whose hands it is, whether it is the sword itself or the sword itself, and there is only one purpose for using it, which is to kill the opponent. ”

"Therefore, there is only one purpose of using a sword, that is, to pierce the heart of the enemy, there are countless swordsmanship in the world, and in the end, there is only one move, and that is the thorn!"

As he spoke, Ye Feng stabbed out the remaining half-cut sword in his hand, and the entire blade actually disappeared into the wall over there, Du Fei trembled, stunned like a sculpture.

Ye Feng walked up to Du Fei, gently patted him on the shoulder with his hand, and said, "Among your fists, I only see performances, not that breath, so how can you win the opponent?" ”

At this moment, Du Fei seemed to have a feeling of sudden realization, he didn't say much, he directly took out his mobile phone, and according to Ye Feng's instructions, he changed all the training equipment on the rooftop.

When everything was ready, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

On the rooftop, there are high-wattage lights illuminating, illuminating the entire rooftop as if it were daytime.

The two ate takeout, Du Fei stood up, walked to the iron man pile made of stainless steel, and said: "Time is too tight, the iron man pile with steel thorns can't be built, only this is the case." ”

"Whatever."

Ye Feng waved his hand casually and said, "Do you remember what I told you before?" ”

Du Fei nodded slightly.

Ye Feng said: "That's okay, from now on, drive piles, treat him as your enemy of life and death, kill him, I didn't let you stop, you just keep beating me." ”

"Okay."

Du Fei turned around, looked at the iron man stake in front of him, gritted his teeth, and slammed it with a punch.

Ye Feng played with the ancient coin in his hand, looked up at the moon in the starry sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, he felt a wave of drowsiness hit him, yawned, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was midnight.

Du Fei over there was still fighting, and his perseverance made Ye Feng feel a little surprised.

Moreover, he was not lazy, this was definitely not pretense, for three hours in a row, Du Fei's fists were constantly hitting this iron man pile.

At this time, his fists and even his arms were all swollen, and even the blood on his fists and one hand.

"It seems that this kid is still a ruthless person."

Ye Feng smiled slightly, yawned again, and said, "Take a break, how long you rest, you have the final say." ”

Immediately, Ye Feng pointed to the iron sandbag over there and said, "Then, use your fist to pierce that sandbag for me!" ”