Zhao Yan saw Brother Liu standing behind Wang Qiang, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Who is this?"

Seeing this, Wang Qiang immediately enthusiastically introduced him: "This is a friend I have known for a few years, named 'Liu Bao', and he is also a martial arts enthusiast."

"Oh? Martial arts enthusiast? What level of martial arts do you have now? When Zhao Yan heard this, he asked with interest.

"The villain is not talented, and he is only a first-order martial artist who has practiced martial arts so far, which makes you laugh!" Liu Bao said respectfully.

"Haha! Don't be modest, it's good to be a warrior at your age! Zhao Yan laughed.

But he quickly noticed a trace of abnormality, and said with a serious expression: "Liu Bao! Lift your head up and let me see your face. ”

Liu Bao immediately responded, slowly raised his head, revealing his face that had been beaten red and swollen by Han Feng, and some pale yellow potion was applied on it, which looked a little miserable.

At this moment, Zhao Yan and the people around him were taken aback almost at the same time, they didn't expect that the friends who came with Wang Qiang would have so many colors on their faces!

"How did you get the wound on your face?" Zhao Yan asked curiously.

"The wound on his face was beaten by a third-order martial artist!" Wang Qiang replied to Liu Bao with a serious expression.

"Third-Order Martial Artist? There is also a third-order martial artist in this town? ”

"Hmmm! And the age is only twenty years old, and there may be a hidden master behind him! ”

When Zhao Yan heard this, he was stunned for a while, and then smiled with interest: "Haha! It's so interesting! I didn't expect that there would be such a young third-order martial artist in this small place! I really want to see that kid and try his strength! ”

"Brother Zhao Yan! What I said is true, Liu Bao described to me that his fist couldn't touch that kid ......" Wang Qiang also pointed to Liu Bao's face when he described, "You should be able to understand Liu Bao's injury if you look at it." ”

Zhao Yan thought about it, reached out and patted Wang Qiang's shoulder, and said with a hearty smile: "Okay!" Tomorrow you will lead the way to that kid, and then I will help your friend out of this!" ”

The fans around them didn't know what they were talking about, and the martial artists had all heard some rumors about it, but none of them had ever learned about it. Now is the era of science and technology, martial arts are basically lonely, they can't play any role, and naturally they can't get the attention of the public.

The first-order martial artists, third-order martial artists, and fifth-order martial artists that Zhao Yan and Wang Qiang talked about, they didn't know what they meant.

But the people around are not all fans, some are Zhao Yan's subordinates or younger brothers, they know much more about martial artists than ordinary people who don't know, and they know the horrors of martial artists.

It is rumored that the eighth-order and ninth-order martial artists can hard-catch guns and shells, the sixth-order and seventh-order martial artists can lift thousands of pounds of heavy objects with one hand, and the fifth-order martial artists can crack the boulder with one punch, which is extremely powerful!

Anyone who can reach the fifth order and above can defeat a hundred, or even more! It's the best of the best!

When they learned that there was a very young third-order martial artist in this town, they all wanted to be surprised. You must know that in this era, there is only one person in 100,000 people who can really be regarded as a martial artist, which is very rare!

Seeing that Zhao Yan would help him, Liu Bao felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, his excited body was trembling slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "Han Feng! Han Feng! No matter what masters are behind you this time, in front of Zhao Yan and the ancient martial arts family, it will be useless! ”

......

At around half past four in the afternoon, in Mingyang Park, beside a quiet path, Han Feng sat on a public bench, closed his eyes to control the flow of spiritual energy in his body, causing it to gather together and impact the unopened eight veins.

Very few people pass on this path, and only four or five people walk through it all afternoon. And when people passing by saw Han Feng, they would only default to falling asleep, and no one would pay attention to him.

"The fifth vein!"

Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, quickly got up and moved his muscles and bones in place, and suddenly felt a burst of relief all over his body.

Then he looked at the dense vegetation around him, didn't want to enjoy the scenery, sighed, and left Mingyang Park.

Mingyang Park is a scenic spot in the town of Mingyang, with many beautiful flowers and leafy trees. Where Han Feng was sitting just now, in front of the path, there was a beautiful small lake.

This cultivation made him feel a little surprised, the opening of each vein in the back, the aura required was beyond his expectations.

Today, February 26, the start of school is February 28, and there are less than two days left, and the day of school may not be able to get through to the seventh vein.

Moreover, most of the aura in the entire town has been absorbed by him, and there are only two or three places where he has not been to yet, and the remaining aura may not be enough for him to get through to the seventh vein.

Han Feng was thinking about cultivation with a heavy heart all the way, and occasionally heard passers-by talking about the murder case a few days ago and the arrival of the big star Zhao Yan. By the time he got downstairs, it was half past five in the evening.

As the sun sets, only the afterglow of the setting sun remains, like a weak chicken, slowly swallowed by the snake-like night.

In the afterglow, the old Liu of the next door walked slowly downstairs, with a wrinkled face under his pale hair, and those wrinkles were the traces left to him by the years.

When Lao Liu saw Han Feng preparing to go upstairs and go home, he snorted behind him: "Hmph! Don't think that you know a little bit of kung fu and think that you have no one in sight! There are many people in this world who are better at kung fu than you, and I advise you to do less to provoke some people outside, which is good for yourself and your mother! ”

Lao Liu's words made Han Feng immediately stop going upstairs, turned his head and looked at Lao Liu with strange eyes, and didn't pay attention to him, just muttered in a low voice, "What a weirdo!" "Keep lifting your feet and go upstairs.

Lao Liu's name is "Liu Fulao", and his personality is very eccentric, not only for himself, but also for other neighbors. It didn't take long for him to know after he moved into this house, and he didn't need to care about every word Liu said many times.

Back home, Han Feng said hello to his mother who was making dinner, and sat on the sofa in the hall and took out his mobile phone to swipe the video.

The mother's work holiday time is basically the same as that of Han Feng's school, which ends on February 28. During the holidays, she would often get together with her neighbors to play cards and rely on small gambling entertainment.

Ten minutes later, dinner was basically ready, and the dishes on the table were not very rich, only two cheap vegetables, from which you could barely see some shredded meat.

Han Feng put down his mobile phone and came to the dining table, took a piece of shredded meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew, and immediately felt that his mouth was full of meat, which was extremely delicious! In this world, it is still the most delicious food cooked by my mother!

At the dining table, Chen Yuan saw that Han Feng was eating with relish, and asked happily, "How is it about practicing martial arts outside today?"

Han Feng didn't think about it, and replied directly, "It's okay!" ”

"That's good!" Chen Yuan thought for a while and then continued to ask, "How is it, are you tired of practicing martial arts?"

"It's a little, but it's okay, I can bear it!" Han Feng replied confidently while eating.

"Well, that's good! My family Han Feng finally has a chance, and in the future, he will practice peerless martial arts and make a movie to make a lot of money! ”

Hearing his mother's praise, Han Feng felt that the rice he chewed in his mouth suddenly became more fragrant, and the more he chewed, the more flavorful it became, and the aftertaste was endless!

After the meal, Han Feng hid in his room, closed the door, took out his mobile phone and played the game. Now games are entertainment for him to pass the time, and he has basically lost interest in the games on the computer, so it can be said that he is tired of playing.

Although there are many games on the computer that he was interested in and wanted to play, he has no choice but to give up because the configuration of his computer cannot be moved. Interest gradually decreases over time until it disappears.

Twenty minutes later, Chen Yuan had just finished washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, and was about to take a break, but when he saw Han Feng's room, he couldn't help but want to see what Han Feng was doing hiding in the room.

So she quietly came to the door of the room, slowly pushed the door open, and saw Han Feng sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone seriously, and did not bother him. He just chuckled softly and slowly closed the door again.

At this time, Han Feng had already noticed his mother standing at the door, and asked, "Mom! Can I help you? ”

Chen Yuan hurriedly explained outside the door: "It's nothing, you play with yours, Mom just wanted to come in and chat with you, watch you play games, Mom will come back later."

Han Feng sighed and said indifferently: "It's just a game, you don't need to be too serious, I can talk while playing, if there is anything you want to talk about, come in and talk now."

Chen Yuan thought about it, pushed the door open again, walked in slowly, sat next to Han Feng, looked at the game screen on the mobile phone screen, and asked curiously, "Can you teach me how to play this game?"

Han Feng looked a little surprised when he heard this, and said, "Mom! You're kidding! Are you at your age enough to keep up with the speed of the game I'm playing right now? ”

Chen Yuan chuckled: "You just think mom is joking, mom really can't play the game you young people play now."

"I knew it!" Han Feng rolled his eyes at his mother, and continued to stare at the game screen on his phone, pressing his fingers on the screen quickly.

Chen Yuan continued to ask: "By the way, Mom has always wanted to ask, when did you buy this mobile phone?" How much did it cost? It can't be bought with the money saved from living expenses, right? ”

When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Mom! Excuse me, don't make such boring jokes all the time, okay? Have a good chat! ”

"Mom is not joking, Mom is serious, don't be perfunctory Mom, explain it to Mom honestly!" Chen Yuan said seriously.

At this moment, Han Feng's expression instantly froze as if he had been coated with glue, and his hands trembled slightly as if they had borne a thousand catties of weight at this moment.

The phone slowly slipped from between the trembling hands and landed on the bed, the screen still showing the unfinished game.

Han Feng turned his head mechanically, looked at his mother with a puzzled face, and said in a trembling voice: "Mom! What are you talking about?! ”