The Shan Tiger Dojo is located in the eastern district of Sai Kung, when the dojo was first established, it was still a very remote suburb, after hundreds of years of changes, and by the increasing strength of the dojo, this area around the dojo has developed into a bustling neighborhood, but in front of the gate of the dojo, everyone consciously avoided this location, forming a small square.

The green tile and white wall, the eaves of the Zhumen Gate, and the gate of the Mountain Tiger Dojo reflect the characteristics of Daxia architecture everywhere, which are incompatible with the surrounding buildings, but they are harmoniously integrated, Cui Hongan stood in front of the door of this dojo with a history of 100 years, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even if it is a Daxia people who have taken root in a foreign country for a hundred years, they still insist on the pride of the motherland's culture, and I don't know when Daxia can have such a heritage.

Shaking his head to clean up his mood, and then thinking of the purpose of coming today, he smiled bitterly, challenging the dark energy with his strength, it was indeed a bully, but he owed that person a favor back then, but he had to come, but he was still a little awkward in his heart, and he got rid of others today and came to the closed-door competition alone, which can be regarded as saving the last bit of face for himself.

Although there are people sightseeing at the gate of the dojo every day, Cui Hongan stood at the door, which still attracted the attention of the dojo warriors, and it didn't take long to see a woman with a good face but short hair, a height of one meter six or seven, wearing a white power suit, and looking heroic, came over and bowed to Cui Hongan, "May I ask Mr. Cui?"

Cui Hongan didn't speak, just nodded and saluted, thinking in his heart, this should be Song Feng's only daughter Song Xiaohang, as an elder, he naturally has the qualifications to put on this shelf.

Song Xiaohang turned his body sideways and led his hand, "My father has been waiting for a long time, Mr. Cui, please." With that, he led the way in front and walked inside.

Walking into the gate, there is a small courtyard, and then walking through a meeting room, there is a huge open space covered with bluestone slabs, this is the outdoor training ground of the Mountain Tiger Dojo, at the other end of the training ground, Song Feng is standing there.

Cui Hongan took a few steps forward and stopped, looked at Song Feng standing majestically opposite, and bowed, "I've seen Lord Song, I've offended a lot when I came here today, I hope you will forgive me!"

With his status as the Sect Master of Transformation Strength, this move was extraordinarily polite, and it also made the people in the dojo who were holding back the fire slightly change their opinion of him.

"Mr. Cui is polite, Song has been waiting for a long time," Song Feng returned the salute, "Mr. Cui should take a rest first, or start directly." ”

Cui Hongan's eyes moved slightly, and at this time he realized that Song Feng seemed to have stepped into Huajin, but he didn't expect to be able to break through in just three days, and he also stabilized the realm, what is going on?

"Let's start directly, the Tiger Fist of the Mountain Tiger Dojo has already been thunderous, and today I also ask the Lord of the Song Field to give me advice. "Now is not the time to think about this, Cui Hongan suppressed the doubts in his heart, at this time he no longer had the idea of going through the motions when he first came, no matter when Song Feng reached the strength of the transformation, he must be prepared for it, and all the masters of the transformation of the strength cannot be ignored.

"Please!"

"Please!"

One is one of the three major masters of South Korea who is known for his leg skills and has been famous in the international martial arts world for many years, and the other is a new master of chemical strength who has been inherited for a hundred years and shocked South Vietnam with the Tiger Fist method.

On the steps behind Song Feng, Zhao Qian was sitting upright, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, looking at the two people in the field with great interest, speaking of which, he had never fought head-on with the Grandmaster of Huajin as Huajin, when he faced Dai Zong and Yin Wangchuan before, he had not yet entered Huajin, and when he entered Huajin, he was assassinated behind his back when he killed Li Luolin and others, and then he stepped directly into Danjin, and now he is really interested in seeing the duel between Huajin.

At this time, the two have begun to fight, Cui Hongan's feet are soaring, the legs are linked, its moves are based on Korean taekwondo, integrating the techniques of Daxia Tan legs and poking feet, self-contained, more than seventy percent are attack-based, and Song Feng's family legend of Tiger Boxing, is the Song Mountain Tiger in Shaolin five-shaped boxing on the basis of tiger boxing and leopard boxing, deep into the mountains and forests, day and night to observe the tiger created, the move is simple and ferocious, when standing like an old tree rooted, the next plate is extremely stable, and when attacking it is like a tiger pounced, between the movement and quiet, only to attack, not to defend, in this way, the competition between the two is ornamental。

However, it is only Zhao Qian's personal idea that it is ornamental, in the eyes of others, every move and style of these two people is full of power, even the thick bluestone slabs on the ground are constantly cracked, and everyone is shocked, but Zhao Qian took a sip of tea, and laughed straight in his mouth, whether it is taekwondo or tiger boxing, they are all integrated into the vocal skills, and when they fight, they are shouting loudly at every turn, and this kind of singing-like feeling really makes Zhao Qian not serious.

After all, Cui Hongan is a master of chemical strength who has been famous for many years, experienced and experienced, and has the upper hand many times at the beginning, but Song Feng is a little younger, his qi and blood are stronger, but he is not chaotic when he is in the upper hand, and he slowly pulls back later, but after all, it is a new chemical strength, and it is always difficult to win, the two are in a stalemate, and a competition has lasted for more than an hour, at this time the physical strength of both of them began to decline, but they couldn't stop, and couldn't help but secretly complain.

And the tea in Zhao Qian's cup has also been changed several times, Song Xiaohang has been waiting on the side, although her eyesight is not enough, but she can also see that the situation of the two people on the field is not good, she is secretly a little anxious, and she can't help but look at Zhao Qian frequently.

Another glance, Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head, just met Song Xiaohang's eyes, Song Xiaohang smiled awkwardly, there was a hint of pleading in his eyes, Zhao Qian smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the field, two fingers dipped a little tea in the cup, and popped out his fingers.

At this time, Cui Hongan and Song Feng, who were still in a state of stalemate, suddenly felt numb in their bodies, and couldn't help but take a few steps back before standing firmly, Song Feng was stunned, and immediately understood that it should be Mr. Zhao who made a move, so he took a few steps back and stood still, slowly breathing and breathing, but Cui Hongan was shocked, what kind of person can have this skill, and easily separate the two Huajin from such a distance, this is clearly the ability that Dan Jin has, and it is not an ordinary Dan Jin, at least it is Gang Jin's cultivation.

Zhao Qian put the teacup on the coffee table, stood up with a chair, looked at the two opposite people in the field and said, "The two of you are also tired today, why don't I be a peacemaker, even if this is a tie today, the Mountain Tiger Dojo is still the Mountain Tiger Dojo, as for the matter of Rengang Dojo settled in Saigon, it is okay, but you must abide by the rules formulated by the South Vietnamese colleagues, and the two of you will see how it is." ”

Song Feng bowed down and said, "I have no opinion, I will follow Mr. Zhao's orders." ”

Cui Hongan looked at this man who was too young to speak, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and bowed, "I have no opinion on today's contest draw, but I don't have the right to decide on the matter of the dojo, but I will go back and tell Chairman Jin and make every effort to promote this matter according to Mr. Kim's wishes." ”

Although Cui Hongan didn't do enough authenticity this time, but this person's character is not bad, Song Feng greeted him, and after sending him away, he changed his clothes and took Zhao Qian out to find the wizard.

Driving all the way to the west, it has been far away from the city of Saigon, along the Saigon River has been going forward, gradually the highway disappeared, the car on the bumpy dirt road forward, after two or three hours of travel, only into a small village, Zhao Qian looked at the village in front of him with only a dozen families, almost no traces of modern civilization, and couldn't help but touch his chin, this kind of almost isolated place, and those who want to cultivate, but also inseparable from the worship of the wizards will like to stay.

I parked the car in the open space in front of the village, walked through the village along a path to the mountain forest, and walked for more than half an hour before I came to an overhead bamboo house, surrounded by a bamboo fence, and there were a few chickens in it, which looked no different from ordinary people, or even cleaner, not at all like a place where wizards stayed.

Song Feng cautiously knocked on the half-hidden wooden door on the bamboo fence, and an old echo came from the room, "Come in." ”

With a squeak, the door of the bamboo house opened, and an old man with a height of one meter five or six, full of white hair, wearing traditional South Vietnamese clothes, appeared at the door, and looked at Song Feng and Zhao Qian who slowly walked into the small courtyard with a quiet gaze.

Song Feng was about to kowtow, but the old man waved his hand to signal him to step aside, looking at Zhao Qian, who seemed to be as big as his granddaughter, his eyes were full of curiosity, "Young man, let Song Feng bring him directly to me without my permission, it seems that you are very unusual." ”

Song Feng, who was standing on the side, was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhao Qian's wave of his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, Okay, just let the two of you be kings against kings, and I'll just stay on the side.

Zhao Qian avoided answering the old man's inquiry, and said with a smile, "Letting guests stand outside and talk is not the hospitality of the Wumen." ”

"I will naturally give supreme courtesy to real guests, but not necessarily to others. The old man hid his hands in his sleeves, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know why, the ordinary-looking young man in front of him always gave him a sense of danger, "Please explain your intention directly." ”

"Okay," Zhao Qian pouted, "I don't know if the master may be able to unleash the natal Gu poison placed by the black-robed wizard." ”

"The black-robed wizard's natal Gu poison?" the old man's eyes widened, "You killed a black-robed wizard?"

Seeing Zhao Qian nodding and admitting, the old man's heart fluctuated, there was no obvious hierarchy of wizards, but in recent years, in order to better distinguish cultivation, he referred to other cultivation systems, roughly divided into gray, white and black, and there was a grandmaster-level purple-robed wizard who could only be recognized by the witch sect, although there was no clear boundary between the wizard levels, but the black-robed wizard was also a rare master-level existence in the entire witch gate, compared to the purple-robed wizard, it was just one less certification procedure, and its strength was between the transformation and Dan Jin of the national arts, and the number was very small, if it was a black witch, counting the witchcraft means, the lethality was almost not inferior to the Dan Jin master。

But such a character was killed by the young man in front of him like this, the old man couldn't help but be angry in his heart, whether the wizard was a white witch or a black witch, it was a huge loss to the witch gate, but he was afraid of his strength, so he had to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart and said, "The old man has not been able to advance to the black robe, how to solve the natal Gu poison that the black robe wizard gave at the cost of his life, you have found the wrong person." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and entered the house, slamming the door shut.