Ji Shan was thinking about dealing with Huang Feihong, Huang Feihong didn't know at all, and even if he knew, there should be no way.

"Zhengyang, you're right, the government doesn't dare to offend these foreigners at all, doesn't the court care about the people?"

After this incident, it was a big blow to Huang Feihong, and he no longer understood today's society.

"Master, although it is said that the far away rivers and lakes are worried about the king, but today's court is not the court of the past at all, compared to the strong Han, the Tang Dynasty, the rich Song Dynasty, and the Gangming, today's Qing Dynasty is more like a groveling minion, they only know their own pleasures, for their own glory and wealth, the entire Chinese people can be betrayed."

Zhao Bo said helplessly, I hate that my strength is too low, my ability is too little, if I had studied hard at the beginning, I would have to make a good fuss about what I said when I came to this world, so that those wild boar skins in the capital knew how powerful the Han family was to Erlang.

"Could it be that we Chinese have been bullied like this all the time?"

Huang Feihong took the fan that Liu Yongfu gave him when he was leaving, and looked at the unequal treaties on it, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt aggrieved.

"Of course not, there are already a lot of people with lofty ideals in China, they are actively looking for a way to re-make China rise, although this road will go a long time, but the Chinese will never give up, we Huaxia once stood on the top of the world, we will climb to the top again in the future."

Zhao Bo said slightly excitedly, if Huang Feihong can go back to modern times, he will definitely be happy for the rise of China, even if he has not become the world's first power in that era, Zhao Bo is still proud of his motherland.

"I hope so, come, Zhengyang, let me see if you've regressed lately."

Huang Feihong packed up his spirits and called Zhao Bo to the courtyard, ready to see if Zhao Bo had delayed his martial arts practice recently because of the affairs of the militia group.

Zhao Bo is not afraid of learning from Huang Feihong at all, because with Huang Feihong, he can show his ability to the fullest, without worrying about Huang Feihong being injured by himself.

Huang Feihong just stood in the courtyard at random, just waiting for Zhao Bo's attack, Zhao Bo paced back and forth for a while, and found that although Huang Feihong didn't seem to have any defensive actions, in Zhao Bo's eyes, Huang Feihong was simply an impenetrable wall, so that he didn't know where to attack.

Forget it, the great leader said that to destroy the enemy in the movement, only by letting the master move, can he find an opportunity, Zhao Bo thought clearly, and took the lead in making a move against Huang Feihong.

Zhao Bo rushed forward two steps, raised his hand as a bait, and hit Huang Feihong's front door, in fact, his lower body had already raised his foot and kicked at Huang Feihong's leg, and it was a shadowless foot when he came up, and Zhao Bo would not do anything to try.

Huang Feihong saw Zhao Bo's move, his heart was still very satisfied, judging from Zhao Bo's attack, Zhao Bo has not left his martial arts behind in recent times, appreciation is appreciated, Huang Feihong still has to deal with Zhao Bo's attack, he dodged Zhao Bo's false move on the side of his head, and at the same time took a step forward, and when Zhao Bo raised his leg and did not exert his strength, he resisted Zhao Bo's leg, so that Zhao Bo could not continue to attack.

Although the attack was blocked, Zhao Bo did not have any mood fluctuations, he did not think that he would succeed in one blow, his opponent was Huang Feihong, although there was a possibility that the blue was better than the blue, but Zhao Bo did not think that he could do this.

Stepping back, Zhao Bo raised his legs again and kicked at Huang Feihong, Zhao Bo prefers to use his legs than his hands and arms, on the one hand, the leg length is longer than the arm, and on the other hand, the strength of the leg is more than the arm, the only drawback is that if the lower plate is unstable, your leg skill is a joke.

In the face of Zhao Bo's serial kicks, Huang Feihong took two steps back, and then saw the opportunity, grabbed Zhao Bo's ankle and threw Zhao Bo behind him, Zhao Bo couldn't control his body, and ran directly past Huang Feihong's side.

Fortunately, Huang Feihong didn't use his strength, otherwise Zhao Boke would have fallen to the ground, Zhao Bo landed on his toes, as a buffer, the whole person turned a punch, turned around and hit Huang Feihong's chest with both fists.

Huang Feihong stepped back, grabbed Zhao Bo's fists with one hand, and then raised his foot to imprint on Zhao Bo's chest, and pushed Zhao Bo out with force in his hand.

Zhao Bo looked at the shoe prints on his chest, Master is worthy of being a Master, this kind of strength can only kick the clothes and let himself not feel the pain, which is amazing.

The competition is to the point, Zhao Bo lost in the first round, but Zhao Bo did not stop attacking, and after regaining his foothold, he attacked Huang Feihong again.

Zhao Bo crushed all the moves taught by Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong, and there was no routine at all when he made moves.

Huang Feihong also showed his hands, and Zhao Bo saw the move, even if Huang Feihong's strength was higher than Zhao Bo, but under Zhao Bo's crazy attack, Huang Feihong had to deal with it with all his might.

As a master, if he is injured by an apprentice, it will be a shameful thing, and Zhao Bo's iron cloth shirt has an outstanding advantage in strength, and only a talented person like Pork Rong can compete with Zhao Bo in strength.

With the discussion, Huang Feihong no longer stopped, anyway, Zhao Bo has an iron cloth shirt, it doesn't hurt to hit his body, as long as he doesn't have to go all out, Huang Feihong can also enjoy fighting.

Half an hour later, Zhao Bo stopped panting, Huang Feihong's clothes were also a little messy, Zhao Bo was still able to touch Huang Feihong to some extent, but the damage to Huang Feihong was not great.

"Zhengyang, you haven't fallen behind in your recent practice, you make me very pleased, among my several apprentices, you are the most serious and hardworking."

Huang Feihong tidied up his shirt a little, came to the corridor and sat on a chair, picked up his cigarette bottle and said.

"Thank you Master for the compliment, Zhengyang is still far from enough, please give Master more advice."

Zhao Bo can often find the joy of bullying the weak in Ling Yunkai and other martial artists, but in the face of Huang Feihong, Zhao Bo is the new weak and can always remind himself of his shortcomings.

"Zhengyang can not be arrogant, this is very good, your moves are still a little sluggish, the direct connection between moves and moves is not fast enough, giving the enemy a chance to counterattack, if your moves can be more coherent, I am afraid that the teacher is not your opponent."

Huang Feihong said to Zhao Bo that although Zhao Bo has many moves, the connection between moves and moves is not enough, it is not smooth and natural, but there are obvious pauses, and these pauses are all flaws in front of the masters.

"The apprentice has written it down, and he must contact him more when he comes back."

Zhao Bo knew what Huang Feihong meant, which was to turn these moves into muscle memory, and come with them as naturally as if they were blinking.