Chapter 125: The Reward for Calling the Flower Chicken
Whether it is internal kung fu or external kung fu, in the rivers and lakes, there is only one kind of kung fu that is really good, and that is the kung fu of killing.
In the battle just now, the power of Jiang Feng's palm power is all due to the strong internal force, and it is really ten out of ten internal palm skills. And Hong Qigong did not get a famous teacher in his early years, and by chance, he learned a top kung fu from the outside, and from the outside to the inside these years, he got a glimpse of the mystery of the martial arts of the inner family.
Therefore, Hong Qigong couldn't keep the wooden chair he sat on, it was by no means that his palm skills were inferior to Jiang Feng, in the final analysis, he still had a precedence in hearing the Tao, he specialized in the art industry, and his inner cultivation was not as profound as Jiang Feng.
"Good smell, good ......"
Just sniffing the two chickens called flowers, a smell full of lotus leaves and the smell of burnt chicken that came out of the roast came to my face.
Jiang Feng likes to enjoy, just like all the people in this river and lake, practicing martial arts, becoming famous, fighting, and what he seeks is nothing more than the enjoyment of fame and fortune.
"Hoo ......"
The rooster that was suddenly copied set off a burst of majesty in the air, leaving behind a faint fragrance of its own.
Although the method of coming is fast, in Jiang Feng's eyes, it is just common, but the owner of this flower chicken is not Jiang Feng, it is to snatch the little girl's chicken in front of him, this kind of thing, Jiang Feng really can't pull his face to do it.
"Since you don't think you should feed these things to dogs, you should eat them yourself!"
Huang Rong held the two flower chickens in her arms at this time, and said angrily to Jiang Feng.
"Okay, little doll, although your internal kung fu is extremely hot, but you still don't understand the girl's heart, let me tell you, this girl should be coaxed. ”
At this time, Hong Qigong didn't laugh at Jiang Feng in a straight way.
"It seems that Senior Hong seems to have a good set of pleasing girls, but this doesn't seem to be the reason why Senior Hong is here!"
At this time, Hong Qigong's eyes were tightly pressed against the flower chicken in Huang Rong's hand, and there was a grunt in his stomach.
Huang Rong is naturally very curious about the reason why Hong Qigong appeared here, because the smarter a person is, the more curious he will be.
"Beggar Gang, Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending, Senior Hong, Nine Fingers, there must be nothing wrong!"
After having a complete guess about Hong Qigong's identity in her heart, Huang Rong suddenly smiled. Although he is still wearing patched clothes, he smiles and smiles, but he is like a peach and plum, and he can't be a thing.
"Old man Hong must have been hungry just now, you don't hear it, the horse is thousands of miles, one food or all the corn and one load, the food is not full, the strength is insufficient, how can you not get it with the horse, and ask for its ability to thousands of miles. ”
At this time, Huang Rong handed over a chicken called Hua to Hong Qigong's hands, and then said: "Senior Hong, you hurry up and eat, you are full, so you have the strength to teach some guys who don't know the height of the sky." ”
That Hong Qigong was overjoyed when he heard this, grabbed it with his hand, and ate it cleanly, while eating, he couldn't help but say: "Good doll, you female doll, really have more conscience than this kid, very good, Qigong likes you very much." ”
Although Hong Qigong spoke, the speed of chewing in his mouth was not slow at all, and in the blink of an eye, the whole chicken called Hua had turned into a chicken skeleton. Only the oil stains on Hong Qigong's two hands and the aftertaste of the fragrance in his mouth remained.
"It's just that if this kid and I really want to separate from each other, it will have to be the same as your father back then, for three days and three nights. ”
"Then fight!"
Huang Rong, who has been spoiled by Huang Yaoshi on Peach Blossom Island since she was a child, is obviously also a guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, if Jiang Feng really fights with Hong Qigong for three days and three nights, then she Huang Rong must be very happy.
Jiang Feng didn't use his sword, and Hong Qigong didn't use his eighteen palms to descend the dragon. Whether it is internal or external kung fu, once the two veins of Ren and Du are opened, and the internal force runs through Zhou Tian, it will be like a turbulent river, endless.
In addition, when the two sides fight, the basic premise is to save their lives, and a competition that really decides the superiority often ends in several days of continuous fierce battles.
And a master is about to run out of oil at the juncture, but also the most dangerous juncture, at this time the master is like a tiger crazy, a little careless, it is a lose-lose situation. Therefore, once the master of the realm of internal force penetrates Zhou Tian, there are few obvious judgments of strength and weakness between each other, and the reason is that the weak person has already died.
Hong Qigong shook his head at this time and said: "You little girl, you have learned your father's evil spirit, I am really afraid that the world will not be chaotic." But I always call flowers to eat people's short mouths, and since I eat your chicken, I will never say it a little. In this way, how about I teach you a set of 'getaway' boxing techniques, all as the reward of this chicken?"
After saying a word, regardless of whether Huang Rong agreed or not, the person had already jumped up, his big sleeves were flying, jumping east and west, and his body was extremely light.
Huang Rong didn't care much about it, but she knew in her heart that since this "Northern Beggar" Hong Qigong could be as famous as his father, he must not be an ordinary person. Although she has a lot of profound martial arts from her father, she also has some interest in the kung fu of the Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong. After all, Huang Rong also wants to know who is stronger and who is weak than his father's kung fu and Hong Qigong's kung fu!
But seeing that at this time, Huang Rong silently remembered in her heart that by the time Hong Qigong finished a set of boxing techniques, she had already learned half of it. After he instructed and taught, in less than an hour, a set of 6636 "getaways" had been fully understood. In the end, she and Hong Qigong made a move at the same time, and the two stood side by side, one from the left and the other from the right, back and forth, like a jade swallow and a big eagle flying. After thirty-six moves, the two landed at the same time, looking at each other and smiling.
However, when the two of them came back to their senses, Fang Yi returned to the inn, only to find that Jiang Feng's figure had long since disappeared. With it, there was a table of leftovers left to be cold, and the other one made by Huang Rong called Hua Chicken was also only a skeleton.
"This girl, that young man just asked me to bring you a letter. ”
The only one who stepped forward was the innkeeper, and as he spoke, he carefully took out a brand new envelope from his bosom.
"Stinky boy, you dare to steal this girl's chicken, and you don't say goodbye, the next time you let this girl see him, there will be no good fruit from him!"
Having said that, Huang Rong still took the letter left by Jiang Feng.
"It's a great honor to meet by fate, and I have to taste a yellow girl called a flower chicken. If you are lucky to see you again, you will definitely thank Miss Wong for her hard work in cooking.
Jiang Feng left the word. ”