As a bridge-breaker, if you practice to great perfection, you can break bluestone bridges, break mountains and gravel, and be invincible.
Last time Xiao Feng used the bridge-breaking hand to destroy the second commander with one move. He knew that this heavy hand was extremely domineering, so he practiced it a few more times, and after soaking in the medicinal bath, he felt indescribably relaxed. Both agility and strength have increased a lot. Although they are not as good as in their heyday, they are at least 70% strong.
Facing Mr. Jing, Xiao Feng had no mercy at all, because this old guy was too powerful, and Mr. Jing had just said that he was one of the truly strong. In this case, Xiao Feng naturally wanted to Try to see how far he is compared to the strong ones.
'Boom', Xiao Feng's bridge-breaking hand collided with Jing Lao's fist fiercely. With the fierce collision of the two forces, Xiao Feng only felt a pain in his palm and could not think about anything else. The triple strength suddenly broke out, and smoothly Blow away with Mr. Jing's fist.
"Well done," Mr. Jing shouted up to the sky, not evading or dodging, but also burst out a dark energy, colliding with Xiao Feng's triple energy again.
There was an explosion of air, and Xiao Feng's body flew back faster than when he came, and hit the old locust tree hard. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Damn, cough, what a powerful An Jin. "
"This is the fourth level of strength," Mr. Jing put away his fists and said calmly.
Xiao Feng slowly climbed up from the ground and leaned on the old locust tree: "The first level killed the cow, the second level shattered the mountain, the third level and the fourth level were hard to avoid... The fourth level of strength is really powerful,"
"What would you say if I told you that I only have 74% strength," Mr. Jing looked down at Xiao Feng and said playfully.
"I,,bastard," Xiao Feng's brain whirled quickly, and finally he chose the two words that best expressed what he meant, and squeezed them out from between his teeth.
Xiao Feng couldn't accept it. In the past, he felt that the triple strength was already extremely powerful. Even when he used the triple strength in his heyday, he almost never encountered an opponent. But now, when he used the triple strength, he was knocked away by Jing Lao's punch. Go out, how powerful this force must be.
"This is the distance between me and the strong," Xiao Feng climbed up from the ground, his eyes already full of fire.
"Yes," Mr. Jing nodded: "Now you should know the difference. In the past, you were just sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
"Looking at the sky from a well, haha, those people I killed, who are they?" Xiao Feng was a little funny, the ace of spades all sit in a well and look at the sky, doesn't that mean the world is just a big well.
Mr. Jing shook his head: "Really strong people rarely come out to show off, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. Boy, I hope you remember that if you really want to become a master, you must be a truly strong person."
"I will," Xiao Feng nodded heavily. He had already established a new goal in his heart, which was to step into the threshold of a truly strong person as soon as possible.
"I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't explain it to you now. Let's do this. Whenever you learn a heavy hand, I will answer your question. How about it?" Mr. Jing handed the boxing manual to Xiao Feng and smiled. asked.
Xiao Feng showed a bitter smile: "Why do I feel that you are deceiving children? When I was in kindergarten, the teacher said, if you memorize a children's song, I will give you a small red flower, grandma's, in order to accumulate red flowers Flowers, I tried my best to memorize children's songs, but in the end I found out, damn, that teacher can make a bunch of small red flowers in minutes, which are not worth anything."
"Hahaha..." Mr. Jing also thought of some embarrassing things in Xiao Feng's past and couldn't help but laugh.
Xiao Feng opened the second chapter of the Eighteen Movements of Heavy Hands, and his eyes fell on the name and introduction: Benning Lei Dao, Ben Lei Dao, it can be used as a sword, fist or palm. When practiced to great perfection, it can open and close widely, and its power is like running thunder. , endlessly.
Xiao Feng looked at the booklet and couldn't help but think of his brother, Thunder Hand. His Blood Rain and Thunder Light was still here with him. I wonder if he was in another world. He wore the Blood Rain and Thunder Light and twisted Saburo Watanabe with his own hands. My neck, I think Ben Leishou can rest in peace.
"You practice by yourself first, I'll watch from the side," Mr. Jing didn't intend to instruct Xiao Feng, but sat aside and drank tea.
Xiao Feng nodded, used his palm instead of the sword, and started practicing according to the booklet, one move after another, constantly figuring out and making gestures...
Not far away, Master Huiyue and Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng who was fascinated, each with their own thoughts...
"This boy has a very good understanding. If he were not the old guy's grandson, I would accept him as my disciple," Nangong Ji said with a smile while stroking his beard.
Master Huiyue sighed: "Once he becomes stronger, he will probably cause another bloody storm."
"Master, doesn't Buddhism talk about the cycle of cause and effect? Everything has its own destiny," Nangong Ji was very polite to Master Huiyue.
"Amitabha, the old monk just wants to resolve a catastrophe," Master Huiyue shouted the Buddha's name: "This guy has a violent spirit in his bones. If he doesn't control it, he will definitely become a demon in the future."
"Haha, I think the old guy can see clearly and there is a way to solve it," Nangong Ji smiled. Being possessed by a demon is the inner demon, and finally turned into a murderous person. In the eyes of an accomplished monk like Master Huiyue, that is A catastrophe.
"Amitabha, Nangong Donor, let's go over and have a look," Master Huiyue said and walked slowly towards Mr. Jing.
Nangong Ji nodded, glanced at Xiao Feng a few more times, and murmured to himself: "It's really pleasing to the eyes the more I look at it, much better than those bastards,"
"Old monk, old man Nangong has come to help, why don't you do something good?" Mr. Jing had noticed Master Huiyue a long time ago. When he saw him coming, he asked with a smile.
Master Huiyue clasped his hands together: "Donor Jing, the old monk has given Donor Xiao a string of Buddhist beads. Apart from that string of Buddhist beads, the old monk can't give anything else."
"Hey, you old monk has always been stingy," Old Jing curled his lips and looked at Nangong Ji: "Old Nangong, according to the current progress, it will take a few days to remove the poison from that boy's body."
"Three days at most,"
"Can the toxins on his body be removed?"
Nangong Ji shook his head: "No,"
"It seems that after he finishes handling the matters at hand, he has to go to London quickly," Mr. Jing sighed, with a sad look on his brows.
"Well, this is the only way," Nangong Ji nodded.
Xiao Feng practiced the "Thunder Blade" move for three hours before he could meet the requirements of Mr. Jing. Then, under the guidance of Mr. Jing, he modified a few small details and finally it could be used. Against the enemy.
"Old guy, can I ask you the first question now?"
"Well, ask,"
"Are you human?"
"..." Mr. Jing was stunned, then he couldn't laugh or cry, and nodded: "Of course he is a human being,"
"Then what do the real strong people in your mouth practice? It's not just ordinary kung fu, right? Can it be possible to practice true kung fu and become an immortal in the end?" Xiao Feng asked with great interest.
Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng like he was an idiot: "In the future, when you have nothing to do, read less nonsense novels and read more of Xiao Wu's "Playing with the Beautiful Landlord". That one is more reliable."
"Um, I'm a fellow person, hehe, I like watching it too," Xiao Feng grinned: "You haven't answered my question yet,"
"I have just answered your question. We are human beings," Mr. Jing smiled treacherously. "If you want me to answer the next few questions, you have to study harder tonight."
"Damn, you're cheating," Xiao Feng curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions. He grabbed the booklet and turned to the third chapter: Breaking the Wind Fist. His fists are as fast as the wind. His heavy sword has no edge. After practicing it to great perfection, he can intercept the wind. Break the wind...
"Grandma, every move is more awesome~" Xiao Feng grinned and followed what was said above, gathered his mind and started practicing carefully.
Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng and suddenly asked: "Old guy, where is that girl Beier?"
"I said I went to Tokyo, and then to England. I guess I came back after playing for a while," Mr. Jing said casually.
"Going to England," Nangong Jishi frowned slightly: "Isn't she going to get the antidote serum for this kid?"
"Impossible, she doesn't even know about this," Mr. Jing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"How are you sure she doesn't know? What if she hears it accidentally..." Nangong Ji guessed.
Hearing what Nangong Ji said, Mr. Jing also frowned. Yes, why didn't he think about it? Although Beier's own strength is good, there are people outside, and there is no guarantee that she will meet a strong person. .
If Belle really goes to London to get the antidote serum for Ah Feng, then it will be of no use no matter how strong one is in someone else's territory. In this age where no matter how skilled you are, you are afraid of kitchen knives, no one dares to say that if you have strength, you will be able to do it. Everything is safe. Thinking of this, Mr. Jing couldn't sit still for a while. He stood up and said, "I'll go in and give her a call." After that, he left in a hurry.
After a while, Mr. Jing came out with a serious look on his face: "Belle is indeed in London,"
"We got in touch. Since we can get in touch, it's no big deal,"
"I tested her just now. She doesn't know about the antidote serum. However, this girl has been a ghost since she was a child. Who knows if she might hide it deliberately. Old Nangong, your Nangong family has a branch in the UK, right?" Mr. Jing Looking at Nangong Jishi, he asked.
Nangong Ji nodded: "Well, I will say hello to the branch and ask them to protect Belle,"
"Thank you. Regardless of whether she went for the antidote serum or not, we have to make two preparations. Alas, neither of these two children will make me worry." Mr. Jing sighed, feeling helpless.
"Haha, I envy you very much," Nangong Ji said with a smile.
A few hours later, Xiao Feng dragged his legs as heavy as lead to the old locust tree: "Old guy, answer my question quickly,"
"What we practice is also martial arts, but it is different from the Kung Fu that is popular today," Mr. Jing was true to his word and immediately replied to Xiao Feng.
"It's not a cultivation technique. Damn, I thought I could fly all over the sky on a flying sword after I learned it." Xiao Feng pretended to be disappointed, but he was looking forward to it in his heart. He felt like a brand new door was slowly opening. He opens it.
"I think you are cheap enough. Well, you have practiced so far today. You can go find the old monk." Mr. Jing waved his hand, stood up and yawned: "I'm going back to sleep. I hope you can sleep peacefully, too."
"Hey, what do you mean..." Xiao Feng shouted a few words at Mr. Jing's back, and finally went to find Master Huiyue with trepidation.