Zhao Qingqing was so angry that he was about to go crazy, so he wanted to rush up and fight Wang Feng.

At this time, from another bluestone pillar, a middle-aged man with a white face and beard jumped over, wearing a gray cloth coat, and an elegant body came out.

The middle-aged man jumped in front of Zhao Qingqing and stopped her.

"Zhao Shu, what are you going to do, get out of the way for me!" Zhao Qingqing saw that someone was coming to stop him again, and his anger rose again.

The middle-aged Zhao Shu bent down slightly at Zhao Qingqing, and said in a low voice: "Miss, what is your identity, why do you have to be like these indiscreet people, just let Zhao Shu be angry for Miss." ”

The middle-aged man naturally understood that Zhao Qingqing would not be Wang Feng's opponent, but he had been sent to protect Zhao Qingqing for a long time, and he clearly knew Zhao Qingqing's temper, so he didn't say it directly. This casual remark is also very unpleasant, and he doesn't take Wang Feng in his eyes at all.

Wang Feng frowned, thinking that this surname Zhao is all virtuous, and the arrogance of Zhao Qingqing seems to be really a family heirloom.

Zhao Qingqing also woke up after this stop, she would definitely not be able to please her if she went up like this. But so what, Zhao Shu is right, with her identity, why should she personally deal with such a wild boy who doesn't know where he came from.

She is very confident in Zhao Shu's martial arts.

Staring at Wang Feng coldly, he said, "Okay, break this kid's hands first, and then teach him a lesson slowly." ”

"Yes. ”

Zhao Shu replied lightly and turned around expressionlessly.

"Aside from the rules of the bluestone platform, it is a big sin for you to obstruct Miss. Zhao Shu said in a flat tone, and put a 'criminal' hat on Wang Feng in one sentence.

"Miss, you heard what she said, do it yourself or I want to do it. ”

The corners of Wang Feng's mouth twitched suddenly, why did the people he met all feel so good? Zheng Delong last time, Zhao Qingqing this time, and this Zhao Shu are even more exaggerated.

"Hey, are these people usually like this?" Wang Feng asked, pointing at Zhao Shu and asking Wang Lei on the ground.

Wang Lei naturally knew what he was talking about, but Zhao Shu's words were not arrogant in his opinion, the Zhao family had that kind of confidence, and this Zhao Shu also had it.

He struggled to speak: "You...... Be careful, he, no, not weak......"

Six words made him say it for a long time before he finished speaking, Wang Feng shook his head.

Wang Feng didn't even look at the other side, but just stretched out a hand to Zhao Shu and pointed at him with an index finger and hooked it a few times.

He also has a temper, you pretend to be me, and I drag me more than you.

This is not reckless, although the person in front of him is not amazing, like a weak reader, but Wang Feng can feel that his Liliang is not weak. It's not about the experience of eyesight, it's all about the effect that the eye of the heart brings to him.

Zhao Qingqing's eyes were on fire, but that Zhao Shu still didn't react.

"Zhao Shu, give it to me!"

As Zhao Qingqing's cry fell, Zhao Shu finally moved.

The distance between the two didn't see what he did, so he flew over, pounced in front of Wang Feng, and made a straight palm print on Wang Feng's chest. Wang Feng's whole body was straight, and he fell backwards without warning, almost at a forty-five degree angle to the ground, and supported the ground with the back of his feet, and he reached behind Zhao Shu in a dripping and slippery way.

This style of body caused the onlookers to exclaim, but Zhao Shu of the party was still expressionless, his head did not turn around, his left leg was swept out horizontally like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and swept towards Wang Feng's lower plate.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, louder than before.

But seeing that Wang Feng's figure still did not change, he was still standing upright, as if he had no weight, and suddenly floated horizontally in the air, just hanging straight in the air, dodging the sweeping kick, and even putting his hands behind his back leisurely.

Not to mention the people who watch the excitement with such a magical body, even Chen Jianzhi has never heard of it, but he can only see the corners of his eyes twitching.

In fact, Wang Feng is really not pretending, he looks leisurely, but the actual situation is not as relaxed as it seems.

This Zhao Shu's strength from the first palm is scattered but not gathered, like a strand of silk threads scattered around his body, if it weren't for his spiritual sense of the big abnormal person, plus although he didn't seem to care at first, he didn't underestimate this Zhao Shu, otherwise he might really be on the road. Feeling strange for a while, he didn't take it hard, Wang Feng only dodged it with Ling Bo's slight steps.

The same is true for the second kick, one leg comes over and brings out wisps of wisps of strength on the lower plate, but the strength of the palm just now is still not dispersed.

It's just that one palm and one leg laid a net-like force between the top and bottom, and Wang Feng was straight across the gap between the two nets.

This should be what Chen Jianzhi said, and it is really outstanding.

Seeing such a miracle for the first time, Wang Feng was interested.

Zhao Shu, who was originally expressionless, had surprise flashing in his eyes.

With one palm and one leg, he instantly laid two nets up and down, even people with a slightly higher realm than him could easily catch the way, who knew that Wang Feng was unharmed, but he hid so lightly that he didn't care.

See how long you can hide!

Zhao Shu's ten fingers of both hands were wide open, and he waved them in front of his chest, like waving strings, and Wang Feng found that the original scattered silk threads of strength also changed with the wave of his ten fingers, condensing into two whips, one left and one right, and pulled towards him.

This Zhao family's kung fu is really a bit magical.

actually has such a strong control over the true power he plays, if he is Wang Feng, he is sure that he can't do it, and the change of rigidity and softness that can control the true qi is already his current limit.

Of course, this may be due to the different nature of the true qi, if Wang Feng can control the strength of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending to be as varied and agile as Zhao Shu's cloud power, it is estimated that it is not much different from a true dragon.

The two whips condensed by true qi tore through the air and pumped towards him silently, Wang Feng's body suddenly flipped over, spun and rose a few feet like a spinning top, his arms were raised widely, and he rose a few feet, and the two whips were emptied.

As soon as the figure turned, it suddenly showed a trend of head and feet, and the right palm flipped and stood up in front of the chest, and pushed suddenly.

Accompanied by a clear dragon roar, a dragon head loomed on the right palm, the dragon's mouth was wide open, and Wang Feng's body was full of energy, wrapping him like a dragon descending from the sky, roaring and smashing to the top of Zhao Shu's head.

Before the palm fell, a strong wind had been rolled up on the bluestone platform, and the dust was flying.

The Eighteen Palms of the Flying Dragon is in the sky!

"Here it is again, where did this kid learn his martial arts, this fierce and domineering momentum is simply the best in the world......" Chen Jianzhi looked up at Wang Feng's roaring palm and muttered to himself.

Except for him, the rest of them all looked at this domineering palm with their mouths wide open, unable to speak.

Not to mention Zhao Shu under the palm of his hand, Wang Lei and Zhao Qingqing, who were far away on the bluestone platform, both felt a strong wind blowing in their faces.

Zhao Shu, who had always been indifferent, was no longer indifferent, and his face became solemn.

With both hands slowly pressed down on his chest, the two whips suddenly retracted into the palms of his hands, and the true power in his body gushed out, and there were ten true gangs like silk, a total of twelve cloud flocculent strength, which was already the limit of Zhao Shu.

Twelve clouds of flocculent energy condensed in front of his chest, instantly condensed into a ball, if this qi had a color, he would definitely be able to see that at this time, it was like a cloud, floating lightly on his chest.

When the dragon-shaped qi of Wang Feng's palm unit fell heavily, Zhao Shu gently pushed Yun Jin out and collided with Wang Feng.

The faucet collided with the clouds.

The thunderous sound of the storm was not deafening, only an inexplicable pressure pressed on everyone's hearts, and no one felt disgusting and uncomfortable.