He was invited by Wang Meng. Did he not even say hello to Mr. Liu before?
Wang Meng looked apologetic: "Wait a moment."
He turned his head: "Tiger team, is there any misunderstanding here?"
"Qin Feng..."
"He can't even cure Jiang He's acupuncture, yet he shamelessly came here in an attempt to cure Mr. Liu."
"His motives are not pure."
The attic door was opened, and a middle-aged man with a height of more than 1.9 meters, a tall and powerful man, appeared in Qin Feng's sight.
How to describe it?
The moment the man appeared, Qin Feng felt as if there was a huge shadow suppressing him, causing his breathing to become temporarily disordered.
Master!
No, he is a strong man.
He is the most powerful opponent Qin Feng has ever seen so far.
His eyes were like lightning, and when he shot, he seemed to be carrying a cold scrutiny that penetrated people's hearts.
"So you know Brother Jiang."
Qin Feng nodded: "Then you should also know what disease he has."
"Ziwu needle kills poison, a kind of evil poison that is inserted into the body with a soft needle and dissipates after melting with blood."
"This kind of poison is not very harmful, but there is nothing you can do..."
"alright."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man:
"Send it back to where it came from."
"Don't bring people like this here again in the future."
The middle-aged man warned Wang Meng and then entered the house and closed the door.
"this……"
Wang Meng never thought that inviting Qin Feng to come today would have such consequences.
He didn't even want to hear Qin Feng finish what he said.
And even if the Tiger Squad spoke, there was nothing he could do.
"Brother Qin."
Wang Meng was about to speak with an apologetic expression.
"fine."
Qin Feng smiled calmly: "I can understand. Since there is nothing wrong, just send me back."
He didn't take it too seriously. Mr. Liu was Wang Meng's benefactor, but to him he was a stranger he had never met.
He won't let a stranger disturb his mood.
As he was talking, his eyes were suddenly attracted to a bamboo forest next to him.
The bamboo forest was lush and green, and with a loud scream, towering bamboos fell down one after another.
Soon, a white figure appeared in his sight.
A girl.
A woman wearing a white sportswear, white running shoes, and a neat ponytail is practicing kung fu.
This woman looks to be in her twenties, her movements are not too sharp, and she has a very important artistic conception in Tai Chi.
However, Qin Feng looked at it for a while and found something different.
The girl's eyes were always focused on her moving fingers. She always stretched out her hand slowly, and then caught it with five fingers like a crosshair. It seemed weak, but when she pushed the bamboo pole closer.
"Click!" A sound.
A powerful force burst out from his palm, and the bamboo pole as thick as two fists was directly broken.
Green bamboo sea, girl in white.
As elegant as a frightened giant, as graceful as a wandering dragon.
Just like a scene in a painting.
"Snapped!"
With a crisp sound, the girl turned her palm into a finger and stabbed it into the bamboo pole.
"Crack!"
Then, with the fingertips as the center of the circle, the huge bamboo wood exploded up and down, forming fragments that scattered all over the sky.
"Middle finger on the sleeve?"
Qin Feng's eyes were surprised and he blurted out subconsciously.
"who?"
The girl turned her head and glanced sharply with her red phoenix eyes.
Qin Feng was about to explain.
"Well, sorry, I'm passing by, we're just passing by."
Wang Meng hurried over and grabbed Qin Feng's hand: "Didn't you mean to go to the toilet? Why did you come here? Have you finished using it? Let's go quickly..."
"stop!"
The girl came out and looked at Qin Feng carefully: "What did you just say?"
"Middle finger on the sleeve."
Seeing that he couldn't leave, Qin Feng could only tell the truth: "Integrating the meaning of Tai Chi's Star Movement, the softness hides the strength, and the killing will stop."
"It's just that you are too out of shape and have too many pretense. It looks good, but in actual combat, there are too many flaws..."
He reminded him kindly, completely unaware of Wang Meng who was winking desperately at the side.
He also added: "It's not quite hot, but it's not like a vase."
"Shut up!"
The girl's eyes were filled with anger: "You said I'm a vase?"
Qin Feng smiled bitterly: "That's not what I meant, I meant that there may be room for improvement..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Suddenly a strong wind flashed before my eyes.
"Snapped!"
This time, the air was sucked out, and Qin Feng turned his head to avoid it.
"He takes action whenever he disagrees. He has no rules when he is angry."
"I apologize for what I just said."
Qin Feng frowned slightly: "You are not a vase, you are a turkey."
