"Yi Chen, you helped the third uncle, but you can't ignore the sixth aunt. And my stitching, you have to find time to help me study it. The sixth aunt hurriedly said.

"Okay, definitely!" Yi Chen smiled and agreed.

"Yi Chen, why are you so good at talking!" Qi Feng said a little angrily, glancing at the third uncle and the sixth aunt and said, "I tell you that Yi Chen is mine, and he will accompany me to practice later." You're all so good, take a break!"

"Qi Feng, I have already arranged your practice progress for the next month, and it will not prevent me from helping the third uncle and sixth aunt study the exercises. Yi Chen said to Qi Feng.

"I knew that our family Yi Chen was the best for me!" Qi Feng said with a wink at Yi Chen, causing goosebumps all over his body.

"Yi Chen, take a bath after dinner, and their practice will be slowed down. Uncle Kun said.

Yi Chen was born frail, and doctors have long said that he will be on the bed for life. In the past eight years, thanks to Uncle Kun, he has bathed him with medicine every day, and he looks no different from ordinary people, but he can't bear it as soon as he practices. Therefore, although Yi Chen is a genius who studies martial arts, he is not a material for practice, and I don't know if this God is fair or unfair.

After everyone ate, Yi Chen explained to Qi Feng the method of practicing, and then went to take a bath, taking the secret books of the third uncle and the sixth aunt while taking the bath.

After taking a bath, Yi Chen explained to the third uncle and the sixth aunt some methods and matters to pay attention to in practice, and then went back to the room to read. Yi Chen's room is not small, but there is only room for a bed left. The rest of the room was covered with books, from the floor to the roof. He had read all of these books in eight years, and some of them had read them several times. Yi Chen's memory is very good, although he can't reach the realm of unforgettable, but after reading it two or three times, he can also remember it. It's just that this guy is very partial to books and is reluctant to lose them, so he piles more and more in the room.

The next day, after Yi Chen got up, he found that the third uncle, the sixth aunt and Qi Feng were already practicing, and Uncle Kun should have gone to prepare breakfast. Today's holiday, you don't have to go to school, Yi Chen read late last night, so he got up late.

As soon as Yi Chen finished washing, Uncle Kun threw the table out of the house and started eating. As soon as the table was thrown out, the third uncle, the sixth aunt, and Qi Feng all consciously stopped practicing and obediently went to the table to sit down and eat. In this small family, Uncle Kun is the absolute authority, and no one dares to offend, because he controls everyone's mouth and stomach.

There is a saying that "food and clothing parents", especially "food", which is related to the existence of life and death, so some people are more concerned about food than their own mother. Qi Feng and Yi Chen had heard the gossip of the sixth aunt, Uncle Kun came out of the medical sect, and the food he made was not only sweet, but also had the effect of regulating the body. It's no wonder that Yi Chen and Qi Feng have never been sick in the past eight years, and they haven't sneezed a single sneeze.

What makes everyone even more puzzling is that Uncle Kun has been cooking for eight years, and every meal will have a dish that has not been eaten. No one knows how many kinds of dishes Uncle Kun can cook, only that Uncle Kun has not gotten tired of eating the food for eight years. However, the amount of portions that Uncle Kun prepared for everyone was limited, and he generally did not let everyone eat enough. Especially Qi Feng, who felt hungrier after almost every meal, could only lick the bowl in the end.

At this time, Qi Feng had already finished eating first and was licking the bowl.

Uncle Kun suddenly said, "Qifeng, the fly you didn't shoot yesterday is here." We haven't finished eating yet, you can figure it out yourself. After speaking, beckoned Yi Chen and Sanbo to move the table into the house.

"No problem!" Qi Feng was happy, wishing that someone would accompany him to practice his hands.

"Don't take it lightly, there are eight flies and one big one. Aunt Six said while chewing slowly.

"Who is Qifeng, get out!" As soon as the sixth aunt finished speaking, a man's roar came. Outside the fence of the yard, a group of young men walked violently, and Huang Mao, who was walking in front, roared while looking into the yard.

"You eat slowly, I'll put on a show for you!" Qi Feng said with a smile into the room, greeting the group of people who walked in.

"Huang Mao, are you here again? The one who sells fake medicine didn't come?" Qi Feng asked as he looked at Huang Mao playfully, as he found that Jia Yao was not in the crowd.

Behind Huang Mao stood a strong man, shirtless, wearing only a black shoulder on his upper body, and a black crow with a dragon flying and phoenix dancing on his shoulder. He glanced at Qi Feng contemptuously and asked Huang Mao, "This is the kid who beat you yesterday?"

"Yes, boss, you have to teach him a lesson for me!" Huang Mao hurriedly retreated to the strong man's side, nodded and said.

"Boy, cut off your own hand, apologize to my little brother, I will let you go today!" the strong man looked at Qi Feng and said lightly.

Qi Feng waved his hand impatiently and said, "If you want to fight, hurry up, why is there so much nonsense! Come one by one, or one piece?"

"Hehe, at a young age, don't have too much breath, it's easy to flash your tongue. The strong man glanced at Qi Feng with disdain and said, "Boy, remember who taught you to be a man today, Dragon Tiger Mountain Wild Eagle!"

After speaking, the strong man jumped up and struck at Qi Feng with a volley. Qi Feng didn't know how strong the other party was, so he took a step back and avoided it sideways, and struck with a palm and knocked it on the back of the neck of the mad eagle.

Huang Mao saw that the two were fighting, so he quickly took the others to the side, and then shouted: "Boss, flatten him!"

When the others saw the yellow hair cheering for the wild eagle, they also shouted and cheered.

"I'll go, I thought I was bringing a helper, but it turned out to be a cheerleader!" Yi Chen said in surprise, and then continued to eat. He was originally worried that Qifeng would be besieged by eight people, but now he can rest assured.

Uncle Kun didn't bother to look at it, and ate the food he cooked with relish, while the sixth aunt ate while glancing over from time to time to see the battle situation.

Only the three uncles finished eating, and seeing that they had fought for more than ten rounds without a victory, they shouted to Qi Feng in a little anxiety in the house: "Use my kung fu to beat him!"

Qi Feng pretended not to hear, the third uncle's horizontal practice was too domineering, although he had only practiced to the second level, he was also worried that he would knock the other party down with one punch. Finally, he found an opponent with whom he could practice for a while, and he hoped to go through all the kung fu he had learned.

Crazy Eagle was a little depressed at the moment, obviously he underestimated Qi Feng's strength. He already clearly felt that the other party regarded himself as a sparring partner, because the other party used different exercises in each round, punching, kicking, pushing, and splitting...... The Wild Eagle felt a little overwhelmed, but there was nothing he could do about it. He wondered a little in his heart: This kid is only fourteen or fifteen years old, how can he have so many exercises?

It was impossible for the Wild Eagle to defeat Qifeng in terms of technique. His current advantage is only stronger than Qi Feng's, but Qi Feng is agile, and he doesn't fight him hard at all, and his strength is nowhere to go. It felt like losing face to call the little brother to help, so the more the wild eagle fought, the more angry he became.