Zhao Long called Zhang Yifeng to share his joy with Zhang Yifeng, and the other was that he also founded a martial arts club and wanted to ask Zhang Yifeng how to name it. After all, strictly speaking, Zhang Yifeng is his master.

Zhang Yifeng thought for a while before saying, "That set of boxing is just created by you. Otherwise, it will be called Zhao Family Boxing."

"Zhao Family Fist?"

Zhao Long was completely confused. Why did he feel like he had a sect and founded a sect?

However, before Zhao Long had time to be happy, Zhang Yifeng seemed to have thought of something and spoke again: "You'd better not to mess with the martial arts club. You won't have time to teach your apprentices in the future. I'll plan to go out in a while. I hope you will be with me."

"After a while, is it summer vacation?"

"No, it's just a few days. You just need to take sick leave directly. If the teacher doesn't approve, you'll just skip class."

“Absent from class?”

Zhao Long was a little confused. He was a top student. He had never done anything like absent from class.

"Zhao Long, your life trajectory is different from before. What are you studying for? To serve the country or make money?"

"Of course it's making money. I just want my parents to live a good life! Besides, I'm not engaged in scientific research, what country should I serve."

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "Follow me, you will never have to worry about money in your life. Your parents can enjoy their old age. Just follow me, you may be in danger. But at present, I am short of manpower."

"Zhang Yifeng, stop talking. Since you need me, I must be with you. My life has changed by you. How can I be away when you need someone to help? You are not only my master, but also my friend."

"Okay, then I'll contact you before I set off. By the way, how did you practice the first six punches?"

"I practice every day and have mastered it all. Now I am practicing the seventh to tenth punches myself."

Zhang Yifeng nodded. He learned all the ninety-nine punches of the Zhao family, and his body was comparable to that of the strong man in the Qi Refining Stage. The specific level of the Qi Refining Stage depends on his diligence.

If Zhao Long learns the first ten punches, his strength should be barely equivalent to the Fengsheng period. The more Zhao family boxing techniques go to the back, the more difficult it becomes, and the more strength increases.

"Well, hurry up and practice. I'll call you in a few days and prepare well. Let's go to a place and do something big."

"What's the big deal?"

"You will know then."

Zhang Yifeng kept it a secret, but in fact he planned to fight his territory.

However, this requires absolutely strong strength. The reason why Zhang Yifeng waited for a few more days was that he had to wait for the three vanilla flowers to bear fruit. He had to improve his cultivation to the fourth level or even the fifth level before he could be confident enough to conquer the world.

He must have his own power.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng hung up the phone and was about to go to the yard to see the Sanxiang Flower. He didn't go far, and a noise attracted Zhang Yifeng's attention.

This sound comes from the gate.

Rose blocked the door with a cautious look on its face, and Meng Nishang was next to Rose, frowned.

Outside the gate, there were three men and one woman standing, all dressed very gorgeously. The woman's waist was paired with a green sword, and her hands were crossed, and she could tell at a glance that she was not an ordinary person. Who would go out with the sword?

Behind the woman were two men carrying iron sticks, and they looked a little similar. At the end was an old man standing with his hands behind his back, looking at all this lightly without saying a word.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yifeng frowned.

"They want to see you."

The sound of roses came.

"Are you Zhang Yifeng?"

As soon as the rose's voice fell, the woman at the door looked down at Zhang Yifeng from a high point.

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "I am. What's wrong with me?"

"Just be fine, follow us quickly." The woman spoke overbearingly.

"Follow you? Where to go?"

"Why are there so much nonsense? I asked you to leave and you will leave." The woman seemed very arrogant, and her eyes looked at Zhang Yifeng with disdain.

Zhang Yifeng's face turned ugly at that time. He looked at the woman and said lightly: "Get out!"

"Do you dare to tell me to get out? I'll throw you out if you believe it or not!" The woman put her hands on her hips and had a very fierce and willful temper.

"Oh? Then come here and try it!" Zhang Yifeng spoke coldly.

The woman's aura was not strong, and in his eyes it was no different from an ant. It was ridiculous that she dared to threaten to throw him out.

"Look at me, I will throw you out!" Before the woman finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng remained motionless and allowed the woman to grab him.

The next moment, the woman was shocked. This young man who looked similar to her surprised her. With her early stages of life, she could not shake Zhang Yifeng at all!

The woman's face changed and she raised her hand and punched Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes turned cold and his spiritual energy surged. He also punched the woman and knocked her away directly.

"You two fools, this lady has been bullied, so why don't you go and help me deal with him!"

The woman was caught by two men with sticks behind her and started to curse.

boom!

As soon as she finished speaking, the two men took a step forward and the ground was trampled and cracked. Both of them were in the middle stage of Fengsheng.

"Apologize to our lady!" Two men carrying iron sticks looked at Zhang Yifeng coldly.

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but find it funny. It was obvious that the woman wanted to hit him, but he was passively defending and overthrew the willful woman, but he asked him to apologize.

“What if I say no?”

"Then kill you!" The old man behind the two suddenly spoke. His tone was Gujing Wubo, as if he was telling an extremely ordinary thing. This old man was in the late stage of Shengfeng's cultivation. As long as he did not meet Wu Kuangren, he did have the capital to say this.

Zhang Yifeng nodded gently, without any change on his face, but his murderous intent was already bursting out in his heart.

He will never show mercy for those who dare to threaten his life!

"Now, apologize to my lady and go with us." The old man thought Zhang Yifeng had not spoken and thought Zhang Yifeng had been intimidated.

"Which sect do you come from?" Zhang Yifeng asked lightly. The same icon was embroidered on the clothes of these people, indicating that they came from the same sect.

"Taihe School."

"I haven't heard of it. I don't welcome you here. Should you go by yourself or do you want me to invite you away?"

"What a big tone! Let me teach you a lesson, a ignorant boy!"

At this time, a man carrying an iron rod was as fast as lightning, knocking on Zhang Yifeng's forehead with a stick, and he didn't know when he held the stick in his hand.

Zhang Yifeng did not dodge at all, but just raised one hand and grabbed the stick lightly.
Chapter completed!