Feng Jun's strength was very weak, and there seemed to be no fluctuation in the air, let alone any wind.

But he saw with his own eyes that there was a small depression in the water three feet away.

It was as if a naughty child had thrown a pebble into it, breaking the calm of the water and causing ripples.

It's the kind of ripples that are concentric circles in circles.

"Breathe out," Feng Jun muttered softly, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

According to Lang Zhen, this is one of the characteristics that distinguishes martial artists from martial artists.

The reason why it is said to be one of the characteristics, rather than the criterion, is because not all martial artists will release their qi - because everyone practices different exercises, many martial artists only begin to gradually master the trick of qi release after being promoted to a martial artist.

In a nutshell: not all martial artists will release their energy, but those who will release their energy will definitely be martial artists.

It was only at this moment that Feng Jun finally believed that he had been promoted to a martial artist.

The power of his qi is very weak, but it is not a big deal.

In the cultivation of the mobile phone plane, the most important and first thing to be solved is whether there is a problem or not, and after determining the possession, the next thing to consider is how to become stronger.

In fact, even in that plane, it is very difficult to become strong when the qi energy is released, not only to achieve a certain level of cultivation, but also to have the necessary mantras and techniques.

Even high-level martial artists can't kill the enemy by releasing their energy.

For them, more often than not, the release of qi is just a combat means used to disturb the enemy, and the lethality is really average.

Of course, if you want to say that a high-level martial artist is against an ordinary person, it must be crushed, but that kind of situation ...... Can you use the energy to let it out?

After confirming that he had been promoted to a martial artist, Feng Jun did not have much joy in his heart, but instead gave birth to a very strange feeling - how can the feeling of becoming a martial artist in the real society be ...... So what about not matching?

is a high-level martial artist in the mobile phone plane, and in the wilderness where no one is around, at least he can kill people more unscrupulously.

Can Tyson fight again, but he is not at the mercy of his agent Don King?

In the era of hot weapons, in the low martial plane, the little martial artist is not worthy of much pride, at least ...... You have to become an innate master, right?

But no matter what, Feng Jun was still quite satisfied with being able to become a martial artist, he got up, picked up the backpack next to him, and walked out of the park to fill his belly.

This meal, he spent a lot of money, he actually devoured a hundred skewers of mutton skewers, and spent two hundred yuan.

He wasn't interested in other vegetables or anything like that, and he didn't have any appetite for the potato chips and tofu skins that he used to love, so he just wanted meat, and he didn't want to eat chicken wings with bones.

After eating, under the surprised gaze of the boss, he checked out and left, but what he thought in his mind was: When it comes to cultivation, he really needs a lot of meat, and the calories of other foods are indeed almost poor.

Seeing that it was close to two o'clock, he went back to the Penglai Hotel, skillfully pulled out a piece of wire with a plug, one end on the power plug, the other end on his wrist, and then fell into a deep sleep.

For the next day and night, he did not go out, but continued to practice the fourth form of Tai Chi Tuna.

The fourth form was much more difficult than the third form, Feng Jun had only cultivated two diagrams, and a day had passed, and he decided to go to the park tomorrow to practice...... I feel that when I cultivate indoors, I have to slow down.

However, early the next morning, Hang Lung Jewellery called Feng Jun, saying that he had prepared the cash and asked him when he would go to the transaction.

This time, Feng Jun delayed for a while, saying that you wait for my call, and then turn around and call the boss of the modified car in Auto Repair City, asking him if his all-terrain vehicle has arrived.

The boss said that the car had not arrived, and Feng Jun took the opportunity to borrow the other party's minivan.

The minivan he said is not an ordinary cargo, it is also modified, and it can still fly to 80 speeds per hour with a load of one ton.

The boss is not reluctant, the micro noodles are not worth much, he is modified with second-hand goods, it is even less valuable, anyway, it is for his own use, and he is not going to take it out and sell it, and even the craftsmanship fee is not worth it.

After picking up the car, Feng Jun called the people at Hang Lung Jewellery directly and made an appointment to meet him at Zhengyang Commercial Bank, which is also the only bank where he has a gold card.

The people of Hang Lung did not object, what are they afraid of trading in the bank?

Feng Jun's micro-noodles arrived first, and about ten minutes later, two Passat and an Audi also stopped.

These three cars are Hang Lung's, in fact, there is also a connection between Mr. Liang and Zhengyang Commercial Bank, their cars parked directly at the gate, and then two security guards and three or four clerks quickly ran out of the bank.

In full view of the public, the trunks of the three cars were opened, and eight exquisite suitcases were quickly transported into the commercial bank.

Feng Jun walked out of the crowd of onlookers and walked towards the gate of the firm.

"Sir," a female bank clerk stopped him and said in a mechanical tone, "you need to wait a moment. ”

Feng Jun didn't bother to care about her attitude, and directly took out the gold card and said, "I'm a gold card user." ”

"I'm very sorry," the female staff's tone was finally a little polite, ordinary depositors, stop it, gold card VIP customers, that still can't be offended casually - although ordinary gold card customers, in front of tens of millions of cash, are nothing.

She could only say very respectfully, "On our side, there is a big project currently being handed over...... Just a little bit. ”

At this moment, a shout came from afar, "Let him come!"

It was none other than one of Hang Lung's drivers, who was also a strong guy who should have taken on the duty of security, and he knew Feng Jun.

When the female clerk heard this, she immediately took two steps back and got out of the way, saying that this was one of the main owners?

Immediately after, she leaned sideways and waved her hand, squeezing out a panicked but sweet smile, "Please come in." ”

The transaction between Feng Jun and Hang Lung Jewellery was carried out in the VIP room of the bank, and at the beginning of the bank, six staff members came forward to help count the banknotes, and soon, a dozen or so people joined in, and twenty money detectors were lined up.

It took them three hours to count the 38 million in cash.

On the other side, the two parties to the transaction had already completed the formalities, Feng Jun waved his hand and said lightly, "Deposit 20 million on the card, and give me the rest to pack, I want to take it away." ”

When many bank employees heard that only 20 million of the 38 million could be left, they were stunned for a moment, and then they acquiesced: Can they deny it? 20 million is also a huge amount of money, okay?

Liang Haiqing sat on the sofa, drinking coffee and chatting with the leaders of commercial banks with a smile.

When he heard that Feng Jun was going to pack 18 million, he smiled and said hello, "Boss Feng, it's half past one, let's eat something together?"

Now that he came here and looked at Feng Jun's VIP card, of course he knew this person's name.

"No need," Feng Jun waved his hand, and then pointed to the bank clerk, "You can treat them to a meal for me." ”

With that, he drove the van to the door of the bank, lifted the four suitcases into the car, and ran away with a puff of smoke.

Looking at the van driving off the road, a Passat driver couldn't help but sigh, "Is the steel rim of this car very hard?"

The steel rim of the micro-surface tires is generally soft, there are 18 million cash on the car, how can there be 300 kilograms, when you get off the road, it will slow down somewhat, but this car drove directly on a rampage, like an empty car.

The Audi driver next to him spoke, "This is a modified car, don't you see it? I seem to have seen it in Auto Parts City." ”

Liang Haiqing listened to their conversation, was silent for a while, and then glanced sideways at the leader of the business bank beside him, "This person ...... Could it be a fake ID?"

"How do I know this?" the leader of the business bank glanced around, and then replied softly, "Anyway, there is no problem with the comparison, he is here to deposit, not to withdraw money, why do I care so much?"

Generally speaking, banks should understand the cash flow of this scale accordingly to avoid unnecessary liability, but now, the life of city commercial banks is not easy.

Feng Jun drove the car on the road, picked up his mobile phone, dialed a number, "Is it selling yellow croaker?" I have 1,800 of them, I want to buy yellow croaker, when can I prepare the goods?"

"Oh," he replied in a dull voice, and fell silent, and after about ten seconds, a voice like a broken gong sounded, "Do you have a spot with you?"

In fact, both sides knew what was going on, but the middleman, Hang Lung Jewelry, did not come forward, so everyone could only pretend to be confused and pretend that they did not know each other.

After a brief conversation, the two parties agreed to trade at the agricultural machinery station near Hongqi North Street in Nancheng.

It was originally subordinate to the Hongqi Commune, and now it is the urban-rural junction, which is currently being demolished and has been demolished into ruins, and the agricultural machinery station has also been deserted, and there is no one at all.

Feng Jun agreed without hesitation, because he knew that there was no Heavenly Eye in that place.

For others, this may be an unstable factor, but for him, it is really sleepy and gives a pillow.

Some people may feel that Feng Jun is too reckless to go so alone, and he is irresponsible for his own life.

However, Feng Jun doesn't think so, the other party is a human being, and he is also a human being, who should be afraid of whom, these are still two words.

Facts have proved that what he thought was not wrong at all, on the other side of the phone, there were three men and one woman, and after hanging up the phone, a tall man frowned, "The other party didn't stumble, so he agreed to go to the agricultural machinery station, there won't be any bad intentions, right?"

"What if there is a conspiracy?" a middle-aged man snorted coldly, a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes, "It's a big deal, let's dig for gold, are you afraid of him?"

His words were fierce, but they could not hide the oppressive atmosphere of the scene.