In the room in the area, Liu Nianwei, wearing a white practice uniform, was standing and boxing next to the floor-to-ceiling window of a room on the second floor.

She has a nimble body and soft punches, but she gives people a feeling of power.

Next to Liu Nianwei stood an old man with a white beard, who looked seventy or eighty years old, and the whole person stood there like a javelin, resolute and full of spirit, not at all like the demeanor he should have at his age.

When Liu Nianwei practiced boxing, the old man kept standing by and observing, always with a smile on his face, pointing out from time to time, and sometimes nodding with satisfaction.

Just then there was a knock at the door, and a young man entered.

After the young man came in, he first glanced at Liu Nianwei's soft and wild body, with a hint of fire in his eyes.

However, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, because he knew in his heart that although this seductive woman was a bit too beautiful, her outstretched hand was also quite terrifying, and if ordinary people dared to be disrespectful to her, the consequences would be very miserable.

After the young man gathered his mind, he immediately lowered his head and said to Liu Nianwei respectfully: "Steward, there are guests outside who come to ask to see, and he is a young man. ”

As he spoke, the young man took out a piece of silver-white tin foil, bowed his head and said no more, waiting for instructions.

It wasn't until the young man's voice fell that Liu Nianwei slowly closed her fists and stood firm, she glanced back at the tin foil in the young man's hand, and said lazily: "Since it's a guest, please come in." ”

"Yes. ”

After the young man retreated, Liu Nianwei wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with a towel, and said to the old man on the side at the same time: "Old Lu, do you think my kung fu has improved now?"

The old man looked at her with a smile: "Your Lanshan Fist has already been practiced perfectly, and ordinary people are no longer your opponents." ”

Liu Nianwei smiled bitterly: "Lu Lao is making fun of me again, no matter how skilled I am in this set of boxing techniques, I can't even touch the corners of your clothes." ”

Liu Nianwei has been good at martial arts since she was a child, she has always been very confident in her martial arts talent, but she usually learns martial arts with the old man in the room, and every time she makes confident progress in front of the old man's unfathomable means, she looks very clumsy and unbearable, and she admires the old man very much.

The old man just smiled and explained: "My old man is also successful in internal strength, although your Lanshan Fist has gradually improved, but after all, this is only the kung fu of external strength, even if your cultivation is profound, without the assistance of internal force, it will not hurt me." ”

For the difference between internal strength and external strength, Liu Nianwei, who has been good at martial arts since childhood, naturally knows that although there is only a word difference between the two, there is a difference in strength, she feels that her external strength has been practiced to the extreme, and if you want to defeat a master like the old man, you need to explore the internal strength.

It's just that she is also very helpless, because the cultivation of internal strength is more difficult than that of external strength, and there is no set of internal strength cultivation methods that are suitable for her, not to mention, and the results can not be seen overnight in terms of time.

However, she is not such an easy person to give up, her love for martial arts will definitely not be stopped by a small setback, she feels that she will definitely be able to find her own cultivation path, and finally achieve the name of the grandmaster.

......

In front of the villa gates.

The heavy door opened again, and the young man who had just walked in walked out and said to Ye Feng, "Come in." ”

After speaking, he had already turned around and walked in.

Ye Feng followed the young man in the company of Yuan Chao, and as soon as he entered inside, Ye Feng's eyes stopped on the flower beds on both sides, and he suddenly felt a little surprised in his heart!

The environment in the yard is not special, except for some leisure and entertainment utensils, there are more flower beds on both sides of the road.

Although these flower beds are nothing special to ordinary people, they have a very unusual meaning in Ye Feng's eyes.

Because the aura secreted in these flower beds is richer than the aura secreted by the flowers and plants outside, in other words, the flowers and plants in this courtyard are more vigorous than those in other places.

Ye Feng carefully observed it a few times, and finally concluded that there were only two reasons for such a result, either these flowers and plants were rare spiritual flowers and plants, or there was a magic weapon hidden in this villa that could make flowers and plants grow vigorously.

Strange flowers and plants can be identified at a glance, although these flowers and plants in front of them are also very gorgeous, but they are not precious and scarce, so there is only one last explanation left.

Is there a magic weapon in this villa that enhances the vitality of flowers and plants?

The so-called magic weapons, simply put, are weapons refined by some cultivators.

The role of magic weapons is ever-changing, some magic weapons can be used to injure the enemy to win, enhance combat effectiveness, some can be used to nourish the body, and some have other incredible effects, the only difference is that the level of magic weapons is different.

In Ye Feng's era of the Xiuzhen Continent, magic weapons were usually divided into three levels, the high-level ones were artifacts, the middle-level ones were spiritual weapons, and the lowest-level ones were called magic weapons.

The higher the level of the magic weapon, the more powerful it will be, and the highest-grade artifact even has the power to move mountains and seas.

As for the magic artifacts that might be hidden in the villa in front of him, Ye Feng judged that their effects were not too good, and they were not even considered real magic weapons, so they could only be reluctantly called immature artifacts.

However, what made Ye Feng ponder was that even if the cultivation of the person refining this magic weapon was not very strong, it at least showed that there were people in this world who could comprehend the entry edge of the Dao refining weapon.

Originally, Ye Feng didn't care about the rumored feng shui masters, onmyoji or anything, he felt that those people were just some god sticks who stole the world and deceived their reputations, but now he suddenly felt that these people might really be able to feel the existence of heaven and earth aura.

Thinking of this possibility, Ye Feng inevitably paid more attention to the owner of this villa, since he came to this world, it was the first time he had seen the existence of a cultivator.

This is a new discovery, Ye Feng silently kept this suspicion in his heart, and quietly followed the young man towards the main entrance of the villa.

......

It is a spacious living room with a solid wood desk in the middle of the living room, two sofas and large vases for entertaining guests on either side of the living room, and decorations such as calligraphy and paintings of celebrities hanging around the walls.

Overall, this living room is grand and luxuriously decorated.

"You guys wait here, our director will be there soon. The young man said this coldly, turned and stood aside, and said no more

Ye Feng and Yuan Chaogan were left standing in place and waiting, and they didn't take the initiative to greet and give up their seats, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Ye Feng was no longer surprised, he quietly closed his eyes and waited silently.

The middle-aged man said this quickly, and this waited for Ye Feng and the others to wait for thirty minutes.

Just when Yuan Chao thought that Ye Feng, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, seemed to be asleep, a light footstep gradually came from the escalator leading upstairs, and then a woman walked down.

Behind the woman were an old man with gray hair and a middle-aged man.

When the footsteps just sounded, Ye Feng had already slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze swept over the three of them, and finally rested on the white-haired and white-bearded old man.

This old man is a little special, his breath is even and low, and his every move has a lightness that is different from the people around him, and although he is old, his skin is smooth and wrinkle-free.

Ye Feng sensed from the aura he revealed, this guy should be a little more powerful than the average internal strength master.

Of course, no matter how powerful he is, in Ye Feng's eyes, that's the case, the reason why Ye Feng pays attention to him is just that he feels that he is a little different from ordinary martial arts practitioners, and the old man's Taoism in front of Ye Feng is not enough.

After the old man went downstairs, he sat directly on the sofa not far away, and then closed his eyes, looking uninterested in everyone and things around him.

In the end, Ye Feng's attention was already on the woman who walked down at the front, presumably she was the steward here, but this woman was very strange!

Yes, Ye Feng felt strange, because this woman's way of treating guests was really different from ordinary people, he waited for her for half an hour, and when she came down, she still had a mask on her face...

This woman has a very uniform figure, wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam, a tall and wonderful man who outlines her whole body, and her chest is relatively full, and her every move exudes seductive charm, but with a mask on her face, it looks too weird.

This made it difficult for Ye Feng to understand her way of thinking.

After the three of them walked down, the woman in front took the lead in walking to the leather chair behind the desk, twisted her ass and sat on it, and then lifted one white leg on the other leg.

Under the gaze of so many people, no one was supporting Erlang's legs, lying on his back for fear that the mask would fall off.

From beginning to end, he only glanced at Ye Feng, perhaps because his age made it difficult for a woman to pay attention to it, the woman took out a cigar from the drawer by herself, and then went straight to the point: "It's so late, don't waste my time, tell me, what can you do for me?"

Ye Feng didn't understand much about the woman's sudden words, because when the woman spoke, her attention was always on the cigar and lighter in her hand.

However, Ye Feng didn't want to worry too much about a woman, so he asked, "Don't you need to ask what I want from you?"

Maybe she didn't expect Ye Feng to ask such a question, the woman raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, then lit her own cigar and took a deep breath, then exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly:

"I'm sorry, I don't see what you can do to take anything from me, so why ask. ”

"Bring me a cup of coffee. After the woman finished speaking, she didn't bother to explain anymore, and directly waved her hand to the young man who had brought Ye Feng in before, and said casually while lying comfortably on the boss's chair.

The young man respectfully saluted the woman, and then obediently went to make coffee.

Yuan Chao was standing behind Ye Feng at the moment, and he was not very familiar with the woman in front of him, because this was the second time he had seen it, but he was very aware of this woman's arrogance and rudeness.

But so what? People have the ability to ignore themselves, and the only thing he is worried about now is Ye Feng, because he is afraid that Ye Feng is young and vigorous, and he will contradict women because of this.

Of course, Ye Feng is not a good-tempered person, but sometimes he doesn't want to cause more trouble, besides, the purpose of his coming is mainly for the Dan Furnace, and he can not care about the rest.

After a moment of silence, he said truthfully, "I don't have anything I can hold my hands on, but I will heal." ”

When Ye Feng spoke, the young man respectfully placed the brewed coffee in front of the woman and respectfully stepped aside.

The woman picked up the cup and took a sip lightly, shaking her head: "It's a little sweet." ”

Then, she looked at Ye Feng and said curiously, "Oh, what did you just say you would do?" The woman put the cup down and looked at Ye Feng curiously, completely unaware of what he had just said.

He was also helpless about this kind of ignorance of Ye Feng, he looked at the woman's bewitching figure, smiled indifferently, and responded: "I said I can warm the bed for you!"