"An old Chinese medicine doctor who knows how to kill people."
Xiao Feng pulled his head away, and Yan Dao fell down with his dead eyes staring at him.
He turned his head and looked at Meng Wanshan: "It's your turn."
"You bastard!"
Meng Wanshan clenched his fists tightly, his eyelids twitching wildly: "Come together, chop him into mincemeat for me."
"Don't move!"
Xiao Feng's eyes were as cold as a knife, and murderous intent spread immediately.
"Whoever dares to take a step forward will suffer this."
He pointed at Yan Dao, who was dead on the ground, and immediately shocked everyone.
These strong men with machetes in their hands are not warriors, they are just outside thugs of the Shen family. They are not risking their lives.
"Come on, what are you doing standing still?"
Meng Wanshan yelled: "You useless trash, did I ask you to come to the show?"
"Master Meng, if you go ahead, come on."
Someone immediately refuted him: "We are all nobody, you are a master of the Shen family boxing gym, come on."
"You bastard, how dare you talk back?"
Meng Wanshan was so angry that he cursed, but he came with a mission.
If you fail, not only will your status be lost, but the owner of the museum will not let you go easily.
"You brat, I'll come and meet you soon."
Meng Wanshan immediately activated his Qi, and his two broad palms were like bear paws.
He kicked the ground with both feet, his body shot out in a straight line, and a palm went straight to Xiao Feng's heart.
'boom!'
Xiao Feng met him with a punch, and the two sides immediately exchanged fists and palms.
'Click rub rub...'
The opponent's palm was very strong, and Xiao Feng took four or five steps back before he could stand firm.
"go to hell!"
Meng Wanshan attacked again, slashing his palm straight towards his head.
Taking advantage of his strength, Xiao Feng used his grappling hand to throw him away.
‘Bang!’
Meng Wanshan crashed into the middle of the van, denting the entire vehicle.
"puff…"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he could get away, Xiao Feng hit his chest with his knee.
"Little beast, I want your life."
Meng Wanshan's sternum was broken, and his anger and pain drove him crazy.
He raised his palms and wanted to smash Xiao Feng's head, but Xiao Feng grabbed him tightly.
"Old beast, I will make your life worse than death first."
‘Click!’
"ah…"
There was a scream like a slaughtering pig, and Xiao Feng broke off his index finger forcefully.
But this was just the beginning. Then Xiao Feng broke off all Meng Wanshan's fingers one by one, and his two hands became deformed.
At this time, Meng Wanshan rolled his eyes and almost fainted from the pain.
All the men around him were stunned. It was too bloody and cruel.
One of the top five masters of the Shen Family Martial Arts School was actually tortured into a dog today. Where did this guy come from?
Xiao Feng tugged Meng Wanshan's hair and glanced at everyone coldly.
"Take the body away and clean it up."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
How dare these subordinates disobey and quickly clean up the scene.
Xiao Feng took Meng Wanshan and left in a van.
…
Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association, super large conference room.
Thousands of people gathered today, and almost everyone was talking about the newly appointed hall master.
The hall is divided into four groups, representing the four major halls of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, which can be seen clearly at a glance.
The hall master sat at the front, followed by the deputy hall master and chief disciple.
Except for Xiao Feng, the other three branch hall masters have all arrived.
"Master, have you heard?"
"Yan Hongfei's leg was broken and he may be disabled for life."
Yang Liuqing whispered.
"Well, I only found out today."
Leng Mufeng nodded: "The martial arts society has been uneasy recently. I don't know which master Yan Hongfei has offended."
"As far as I know, this is what Xiao Feng did."
"What?"
Leng Mufeng's face froze: "Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
Yang Liuqing whispered: "It was the news leaked by the disciples of the Electric Hall, saying that it was the new master of the Thunder Hall who did it. Isn't that Xiao Feng?"
"It seems...something is going to happen today."
Leng Mufeng turned around and glanced at Lingshan and Feng Yanhuo. The two were secretly plotting something, with murderous intent in their eyes.
Ten minutes later, Yuan Nanwu and the two inspectors from the Northern Martial Alliance walked into the venue together.
One is tall and the other is short. The tall one is called Shen Maoyi and the short one is called Gongsun Liang.
The three of them came to the front of the venue and sat down. Shen Maoyi asked with a smile: "President Yuan, I heard that the new leader of Lei Hall is a young man who is only twenty-two years old?"
"That's right!"
Yuan Nanwu nodded: "His name is Xiao Feng, he is a rare martial arts talent, and he is my new brother, Yuan Nanwu."
He immediately expressed his attitude, because this Shen Maoyi was also a member of the Shen family in Fengcheng and was Shen Longjiu's cousin.
"Oh I got it."
Shen Maoyi sneered: "I really want to see what extraordinary abilities this boy who killed my cousin has."
Gongsun Liang tried to smooth things over: "Master Shen, fighting between warriors will inevitably result in fighting. We are all members of the martial alliance, and harmony will bring wealth."
"snort!"
Shen Maoyi snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed out of the corner of his eyes.
The time has come, but Xiao Feng has been nowhere to be seen.
"President Yuan, today is the succession ceremony."
"What does it mean that the new hall leader has not come for a long time? He doesn't want to do it anymore?"
Shen Maoyi took advantage of the situation. According to the rules of the Wu League, if you are late for more than half an hour, you will automatically resign.
"Wait a little longer, Brother Xiao should be in trouble."
Yuan Nanwu was also a little anxious. He sent someone to call Xiao Feng, but he couldn't get through.
Twenty minutes later, Xiao Feng still didn't come.
The martial arts club members in the audience became restless and started talking in low voices.
"What are you doing? Where are the others?"
Yang Liuqing was a little anxious because she couldn't contact Xiao Feng.
Leng Mufeng frowned: "Maybe something happened. If he can't make it to the venue today, the position of the hall leader will belong to someone else."
At this time, Ling Shan suddenly stood up: "President, this Xiao Feng is simply arrogant."
"Today is the hall master's succession ceremony, but he hasn't shown up yet. This obviously means he doesn't take us seriously."
"What qualifications does such an arrogant person have to be the leader of the hall?"
"That's right!"
Feng Yanhuo also stood up, clasped his fists and said, "President, two supervisors, brothers of the Martial Arts Association."
"According to the rules set by the Martial Alliance, if you are late for half an hour, you will automatically give up. I suggest that he be disqualified as the hall leader."
"Yan Nan will serve as the new hall leader, which is what everyone expects."
Many martial arts disciples supported Feng Yanhuo's instigation.
"Yes, we all support Senior Brother Yan Nan."
"Yan Nan, Yan Nan..."
As soon as someone took the initiative, everyone immediately started to make fun and build rice seedlings.
Anyway, they don't know Xiao Feng. Yan Nan has been in the Martial Arts Association for many years and has made many friends.
"President Yuan, how are you?"
Shen Maoyi sneered: "This is what the people want. Even if you are the president, you can't just have your own way, right?"
Yuan Nanwu had a gloomy face. He looked at his watch and saw that there were less than five minutes left.
Gongsun Liang sighed: "President Yuan, I don't think he will come, so I'd better choose someone else."
"President!"
Yan Nan took the opportunity to stand up with a serious look on his face: "Yan Nan knows that his qualifications are still relatively low, so I am grateful for the love from all my fellow apprentices."
"If I are allowed to be the leader of the hall, Yan Nan will do his best to strengthen our martial arts association and Lei Hall."
"good!"
Shen Maoyi patted the table: "President Yuan, Yan Nan is the chief disciple of Lei Hall, and it is most appropriate for him to serve as the new hall master."
"Wait a moment!"
Yang Liuqing suddenly shouted: "President, there is one minute left before half an hour, I believe Hall Master Xiao will definitely come."
"Yang Liuqing, correct your position."
Feng Yanhuo glared: "Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to speak here?"
"Master Feng, please speak politely."
"Liu Qing represents me, can't you?"
Leng Mufeng glanced at him coldly, and the two were tit for tat.
‘Bang!’
Suddenly, the door to the conference room was kicked open.
I saw Xiao Feng striding in with his head held high and his chest held high, dragging a half-dead Meng Wanshan in his hand.