Many people work hard to learn something in a lifetime, and it is not even comparable to another few days of study, and this is the difference between genius and megranity. Fortunately, the reason why a genius is a genius must be that there may not be one in ten thousand, so there is a saying in this world that hard work may not succeed, and if you don't work hard, you won't succeed.

After a long period of silence, neither Jiang Feng nor Hong Qigong was an impulsive person.

However, it was Huang Rong's abrupt shout that broke the peace that lasted for an unknown amount of time.

"Here comes the chicken!"

It was two chickens wrapped in water and a ball of mud, and after being roasted by the firewood for a while, the lotus leaves wrapped in the mud revealed a sweet fragrance, and when they were just brought out by Huang Rong, they were still steaming white.

Put it slightly, the cold wind blows, it is already wet mud and dry, peel off the dry mud, the chicken feathers fall with the mud, the chicken meat is white and tender, and the fragrance is fragrant.

That Hong Qigong is really a rare foodie in the world, and when he sniffed his nose, he was overjoyed and praised: "Wonderful, wonderful, even if I call the ancestor, I can't fix such a great chicken." ”

After that, Hong Qigong stretched out his hand and grabbed it, as if he couldn't bear to taste this rare delicacy.

However, before his hand touched the still steaming Hua Ji, Jiang Feng's chopsticks had already come first, pointing directly at his wrist Shenmen acupoint.

"Good swordsmanship!"

With a thumbs up, Hong Qigong's wrist was like a dragon poking his head at this time, and he turned it violently, like clouds and rain, flexible and free. Not only did they avoid the bamboo chopsticks that the river wind hit, but they also took the flower chicken with undiminished speed and strength.

"Good hand!"

returned the praise, and the two bamboo chopsticks in Jiang Feng's hands at this time suddenly disappeared, and then, countless flying fragments seemed to shoot out like deadly hidden weapons. In an instant, Jiang Feng had already smashed the bamboo chopsticks into countless debris with internal force, and with the help of internal force, within a distance of less than half a foot, the power was very amazing.

With such a dense attack and such a short distance, even with Hong Qigong's kung fu, it would never be possible to continue to grasp the flower chicken with these debris in such a short period of time.

"Humph!"

With a retraction of his right hand and a kick under his feet, the dining table had been kicked out by Hong Qigong at this time, and it was close to Zhang Xu. And although this table is very castrated, the dishes, chopsticks and dishes on the table are immovable, as stable as Mount Tai, and the place where the table slides and stops is exactly in front of Huang Rong.

This not only relieved the attack of Jiang Feng's bamboo chopsticks fragments, but also made Jiang Feng unable to take the lead, and what is even more commendable is that judging from this kick, Hong Qigong obviously still has spare strength.

Hong Qigong reacted quickly, and Jiang Feng's movements were not slow at all, although his long sword had not been unsheathed at this time, but turning his palm into a knife was already a move on the Blood Knife Sutra. The surging internal force surged, and the slightest strength shrouded the side of Jiang Feng's palm, although he had not specialized in fist and palm kung fu, but at this time, a palm split, even a piece of bluestone slab would be split into two sections for him, not to mention the flesh and blood of Hong Qigong.

This hand knife came very quickly, and the angle was also tricky and weird, and it was really deep in the three flavors of the blood knife.

However, at this time, Hong Qigong still slapped out with a smile on his face.

This palm is neither fast nor strange, but the ordinary palm hits, and the internal force contained in it is like a calm sea. If you don't go deep into it, if you don't get in touch with it, you'll never experience the power in it.

I Ching Qianqian said, on the nineth, Kanglong has regrets.

Hong Qigong's palm struck out, seven points of force outside, three points of force inside. As the so-called rigid can not be long, if the big profit is missing, this palm does not seem to give full play to the fierceness of the palm, but when the palm is struck, there is an endless back hand.

Compared with moves, for Jiang Feng, if speed and strength are absolutely superior, then there is still a fight. But if he encounters an opponent with similar speed and strength, let alone a change in his fists and feet, even if he is a swordsman, Jiang Feng does not dare to say that he can win steadily.

Using one's own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths is by no means Jiang Feng's character. But at this time, although he knew that Hong Qigong's strength was not in the stick method, since the other party did not know the blade, Jiang Feng was never willing to take out the sword first.

As Jiang Feng's eyes tightened, the surging internal force began to circulate around Jiang Feng under Jiang Feng's crazy urging. It was as if the internal force that was about to break out of the body was so strong that Jiang Feng's clothes bulged high, as if countless strong winds were poured in.

The hand knife was pressed and flipped over, and the left hand slammed into the chair, and the palm mixed with Jiang Feng's seventy percent internal force had already pressed towards the overwhelming Hong Qigong.

If it was to test the kung fu of the blade with Jiang Feng, Hong Qigong might still hesitate for a moment, after all, although the beggar gang's dog-beating stick method was wonderful, it was still unknown if he wanted to use it to defeat the four of them cleanly. But when it comes to palming, Hong Qigong has never served anyone.

Palm to palm, without any fancy changes, without any complicated moves.

There was a loud "bang".

The tremendous force caused the two of them to fly backwards on the ground like a boat on the sea.

This palm Jiang Feng flew back a full five feet, while Hong Qigong only flew three feet.

Huang Rong, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly applauded at this time, and said with a smile: "I know that you guy's mysterious and mysterious one-day outfit, in the end, it's not an embroidered pillow, and it's useless!"

On the other side, Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to Huang Rong's provocation at all, but when he saw him slowly stand up, he smiled at Hong Qigong and said: "I have heard for a long time that the beggars have eighteen palms to descend the dragon, which are fierce and fierce, unparalleled in the world. ”

With that, Jiang Feng raised his steps and walked in the direction of the table.

"Hey, I also said that I don't understand the rules of the rivers and lakes, you are a person, you lost the battle, you are embarrassed to eat chicken, eat the dishes you ordered to feed the dogs!"

Huang Rong's criteria for judging the winner are very simple, whoever retreats far will naturally lose the upper hand, and whoever retreats close will naturally have high skills.

"Old, old, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves! But fortunately, many things on the rivers and lakes really have to be seen with your own eyes to know the truth, and your ears are empty!"

Hong Qi said nothing, and slowly stood up, however, at the moment when he just got up, he only heard a "boom" sound. The wooden chair that Hong Qigong sat on had instantly turned into countless fragments.

Although Jiang Feng retreated farther, after receiving the other party's palm, he still had the strength to protect the wooden chair he was sitting on. However, the wooden chair that Hong Qigong sat on was shattered by Jiang Feng's internal force, and there was no chair left.