The traffickers' case was over, and the criminal police brigade was temporarily idle.

After Jiang Feng thought about it, he took the people of the criminal police brigade to conduct all kinds of training.

Sometimes he instructs them in marksmanship, sometimes he trains them physically, and sometimes he instructs them in fighting......

The domestic security is far from being comparable to foreign countries, and the underground forces in Jiangcheng do not dare to act arbitrarily now.

Occasionally, when a case occurs, the criminal police brigade can quickly solve it, pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and over time, one by one the underground forces will either be disbanded or run outside Jiangcheng.

In less than a year, Jiangcheng has gained the title of a bright place.

Two years later, when he was about to be promoted, Jiang Feng resolutely resigned from his position.

Today, he doesn't want to be a police officer anymore and plans to do something else.

Ten days later, Jiang Feng's martial arts hall officially opened.

"Team Jiang, congratulations." Qiao Chen smiled and handed over a red envelope.

"Congratulations, instructor." Wang Shaolong drove in.

After inviting everyone to have a meal, Jiang Feng returned to the martial arts hall.

The Hailong Special Operations Brigade and the Jiangcheng Criminal Police Brigade both know that his strength is unfathomable.

The next day, several seven or eight-year-old children, under the leadership of their parents, came to the martial arts hall to apprentice.

Two days later, professional boxer Wang Kun, on the recommendation of a friend, came to his martial arts gym.

"The tuition fee is two thousand per month, how long do you study?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

He doesn't care about money, the rent of the venue is quite a lot, so he can't use his own money, right?

"Can we have a fight?" Wang Kun asked expectantly, if it weren't for the introduction of his good brother, he wouldn't have come here, and he was still thinking about whether to learn martial arts from the other party.

"You're no match for me." Jiang Feng said bluntly.

"I haven't fought yet, how do you know that I'm not your opponent?" Wang Kun questioned.

"Like you, don't say too much, I can fight at least a hundred." Jiang Feng said indifferently.

"Take my punch." Wang Kun was angry in his heart, and punched him, before he knew the strength of the other party, he restrained most of his strength, just to test it.

Jiang Feng grabbed and dragged his right hand, and the other party fell to the ground.

"Don't count, do it again!" Wang Kun rolled over and attacked again.

Jiang Feng took the same action and put the other party down again.

"Come again!"

"Are you still coming?"

"Go on!"

"Are you still coming?"

was put down by the other party one after another, and Wang Kun, who was full of joy and sorrow, paid 20,000 yuan for tuition.

"What do you want to learn?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I'm a professional fighter and I don't want to learn those routines." Wang Kun said.

"What is a routine?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"It's tai chi or something." Wang Kun thought about it and said.

"Is Tai Chi a routine? Ignorant! Jiang Feng sneered.

"Tai Chi can't be practiced." Wang Kun argued.

"Come on, come on, I only use tai chi." Jiang Feng hooked his hand.

Wang Kun gritted his teeth and attacked again.

Using Tai Chi to ravage the other party again and again, Jiang Feng asked, "How is Tai Chi?" ”

"Your Tai Chi is different from other people's Tai Chi." Wang Kun said.

"What's the difference?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"The action is the same, but the power is different." Wang Kun said after thinking about it.

"Practicing boxing to death is the so-called routine, and practicing boxing alive is the real kung fu." Jiang Feng said.

"I learn Tai Chi from you, how long will it take to improve my combat power?" Wang Kun asked.

"About four or five years." Jiang Feng said.

"Is there a way to improve my strength quickly, I'm twenty-five years old this year." Wang Kun asked.

"In that case, I'll teach you a little quick." Jiang Feng said.

For a few days in a row, he only let the other party stand on the pile.

"Do you use it again?" Wang Kun was skeptical.

Jiang Feng kicked it lightly and heavily, and the other party fell to the ground on the spot.

"What are you doing?" Wang Kun was angry in his heart and frowned.

"The next game is unstable, do you want to learn something else?" Jiang Feng sneered.

"You stand up, and I can kick you down." Wang Kun said unconvinced.

Jiang Feng stood a horse step and stretched out his hand to signal; "Come on!"

Wang Kun kicked it, but unfortunately it had no effect.

"With all your might." Jiang Feng shouted.

Wang Kun kicked with all his might, and then couldn't help screaming.

"It didn't hurt any bones, so it didn't matter." Jiang Feng inspected it and said.

"You, you, you, me, me, me." Wang Kun was speechless, looking incredulous.

"Is it useful to walk on horseback?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yes, yes, it works." Wang Kun hurriedly said.

"Stand for a month first, and then teach you anything else." After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he sat down on the chair again.

Wang Kun bit his lip and stood up again.

"Only when the horse steps stand up can the whole body be integrated, and the waist and horse are one, it's not just for fun." Jiang Feng said.

The other party's foundation is too poor, and he is too old, so he can only learn some low-level things.

The three major internal fists are not suitable for each other, let alone more advanced martial arts.

Jiang Feng planned to let the other party stand on the horse first, and then teach the other party Bagua to swim and walk, and then teach martial arts.

At present, there is too little heaven and earth energy in the world, and it is difficult to make progress in cultivating internal strength and magic.

Jiang Feng, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the eight teenagers, looked at Wang Kun, and took the initiative to operate the Divine Refining Technique.

Time is like flowing water, and it is a month in the blink of an eye.

"Bagua swimming is a footwork that is good at dodging......" Jiang Feng said and taught.

After studying for three days, Wang Kun practiced gossip and walked around.

"If you want to beat someone, you have to learn to be beaten first." As soon as Jiang Feng's voice fell, he punched the other party.

In an instant, Wang Kun was punched dozens of times.

"Pay attention to dodge, don't always think about fighting back." Jiang Feng shouted.

Driven by pressure, Wang Kun's dodging ability is improving day by day.

"More than ninety percent of the fighters are difficult to hit you, I'll teach you a breathing technique......"

"Your physical fitness has improved by almost 50% compared to before you came here......

"You've learned the fighting skills, the time is over, are you still learning?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I want to fight you again." Wang Kun said expectantly.

"If you're like this, I can fight at least a hundred." Jiang Feng said.

"My strength has at least doubled, and you can still fight a hundred?" Wang Kun was skeptical.

"Come on!" Jiang Feng hooked his hand.

Wang Kun stepped on the gossip and swam around, waiting for the opportunity to step forward with a punch.

Jiang Feng pulled and pulled, and the other party fell to the ground.

"Master, I'm going to the ring." Wang Kun turned over and stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Go ahead." Jiang Feng said indifferently.

Today's boxing matches have all kinds of restrictions and are not suitable for real martial artists.

In the past ring competition, both sides had to sign a life and death certificate, but because the fists and feet had no eyes, death happened from time to time.

It is all two people competing on a stage, one wins or loses by points, and the other admits defeat or even dies to decide whether to win or lose, and the gap between the two can be imagined.