Looking at the serious appearance of the black monkey, Ye Feng felt a little funny, you, the president, have become like this, and you still have a secret training base?

"Take me to him." Ye Feng said.

The black monkey shook his head like a rattle, and said, "I still have classes in a while, so you have to go yourself, and I'll send you the location." ”

"That'll do fine."

Ye Feng asked for the position on the side of the black building from the black monkey, then said hello to Xue Ziwei and left the school.

Although Xue Ziwei was also very puzzled why Ye Feng insisted on going to Du Fei, she didn't ask too much.

The so-called black building is actually a deserted building that is rarely visited.

In a big city like Puhai, every inch of land is expensive, and even in a very marginal place, housing prices are quite expensive.

So almost all the land in this city is being used.

However, here, there is a place the size of a middle school, and there is an abandoned old building standing in succession.

There were about thirteen or fourteen of these old buildings, each eight stories high, and they looked to be old, and the outside was crawling with creepers and moss, and even several buildings were black on the outside, as if they had been burned by fire.

This area was supposed to be a residential building more than ten years ago, but for some reason, all the residents here moved out.

Looking at the dark appearance outside those buildings, it should be here, there was a very terrible fire.

No wonder when Ye Feng wanted the black monkey to bring him over, this guy was so repulsive.

He didn't have a class in the afternoon, but because the place was too eerie and terrifying.

Ye Feng looked at the buildings in front of him, and when he stepped over, he also had a feeling as if he had suddenly entered another world.

It was as if there were suddenly many more pairs of eyes staring at him in the surrounding buildings.

However, as Hongmeng's number one god of war, what kind of wind and waves have you never seen?

Once on the battlefield of the war-torn country, in order to ambush a world-class sniper, Ye Feng lay in the pile of corpses for three days and three nights, and finally shot the sniper in the head.

Ye Feng didn't know what building Du Fei was in now, so he had to go out and find it.

Every building is filled with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, as if the scene in the horror movie is restored.

Finally, when Ye Feng came to the rooftop of the fourth building, he saw Du Fei.

Du Fei, an ordinary-looking boy with a height of almost one meter seventy-five, is not burly, but is a very athletic ordinary big boy.

If he hadn't known the identity of this guy in advance, Ye Feng would not have associated such a person with the third-generation young master of the Du family.

There was a breeze on the rooftop, the summer was over, and the air was already mixed with a hint of coolness.

He was naked, locking all his eyes on the wooden stake in front of him, and the crisp sound of piling sounded, he was playing Wing Chun, and he was playing well, but Ye Feng was watching from behind, but he felt a little funny.

There are a lot of training equipment on this rooftop, dumbbells, barbells, etc., in addition, there are knives, guns, sticks and some things specially used for practice.

The whole place is decorated, but it gives people the feeling of being behind closed doors and without purpose.

Du Fei was so engrossed in hitting the stake that Ye Feng had already walked two meters behind him, but he didn't realize it.

Looking at Du Fei, who was in a trance, Ye Feng gently played with the ancient coin in his hand and said, "What is the purpose of practicing?" It's not about getting fit, it's about killing people, and it's also about preventing yourself from being killed by others. ”

"All this you are fighting now is meaningless, not even a fist and a leg."

Du Fei suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, because his back was to Ye Feng, so Ye Feng didn't know if he was frightened by his sudden appearance.

He turned around and stared at Ye Feng intently, his brows furrowed slightly, and said, "Who are you?" Why is it here? ”

Ye Feng was silent for two seconds and replied: "My daughter-in-law is from your school, and she just joined your Guoshu Club not long ago, but she hasn't seen what your president looks like so far, so she just asked me to come to you and drag you back." ”

When it came to the Guoshu Society, Du Fei's face was a little ugly, he waved his hand and said, "Let your daughter-in-law quit the Guoshu Society, in a few days, the Guoshu Society will be disbanded." ”

Ye Feng smiled and said, "I heard the black monkey say, the day after tomorrow, right, the president of karate is going to challenge you, if you lose, the Guoshu Club will be disbanded, right?" ”

"You've been training here for so long, but you say something like that, it looks like you've lost the game before it even starts."

"Boxing, the most important thing you need is momentum and confidence, willing to cut your body, dare to pull the emperor off the horse, you don't even have momentum, even if you have strong strength, how can you win?"

Du Fei didn't seem to like Ye Feng to lecture him like this, he didn't pay attention to Ye Feng anymore, turned away, and continued to hit his own stake.

It's still the same as just now, the moves and routines actually have the same shape, but a master like Ye Feng can see at a glance that his style of play is only formal, not intentional.

"You can't fight like this."

"In other words, your understanding of national art and kung fu was wrong from the beginning, and it was very wrong!"

Du Fei stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Ye Feng, and said, "You seem to know the national art very well?" ”

"No, I don't."

Ye Feng said as he walked towards Du Fei and said, "But, I know how to knock my opponent down?" ”

"Really?"

Du Fei consciously stepped aside, he wanted to see how much ability a guy of his age and himself only knew about Goldman Sachs' broad arguments and talk on paper, and how much ability he himself had.

The wooden stake that Du Fei hit was worth a lot of money, and there were a lot of marks on the wooden hands and legs, so it is not difficult to see that he must have worked hard during this time.

However, in Ye Feng's view, all this is of little significance.

"Kung Fu, why is it called flower fist embroidered legs at the moment? Even on the Internet, many people are full of contempt for my hot summer kung fu, and even do not hesitate to fight fakes on the spot? ”

"That's because, in today's era of peace, kung fu has lost its original essence."

"Kung fu is not for performance, for the so-called physical fitness, those are just the incompetence and high-sounding reasons given to them by the weak."

"The true meaning of kung fu is to kill people!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Feng's right hand stretched out, and slapped it at the wooden hand of the wooden man stake at a thunderous speed, and with a few snaps, the three wooden hands of the wooden man stake all broke and flew out.

"If you don't make a move, it's enough, if you don't shoot... You have to win! ”

As he spoke, Ye Feng slapped his palm on the top of the wooden stake from top to bottom, and with a crisp sound, the stake split from the middle and split into two halves!