"My friend doesn't have to care about me. If I have malicious intentions towards you, I'll have taken action when I went up the mountain with you." Wu Xiao sat on the ground and yawned, "If you want to fight, just fight quickly. I'll only be a witness. Huang Tianbo's battle post challenged Liu Feng, which is to compare the superiority and death. Life and death are determined by heaven, and life and death are conceited!"

"Be conceited by life and death!" Liu Feng repeated these four words, then turned around and looked at Mr. Huang.

At this time, Young Master Huang actually appeared in front of Liu Feng. When Liu Feng was talking to Wu Xiao just now, he was still several meters away from Liu Feng. Just by this speed and the ability to move silently, it can be seen that Young Master Huang's strength is definitely not simple.

Bang!

There was no fancy, the two of them took action almost at the same time, and their fists collided with a loud sound on the top of the mountain in the middle of the night.

Immediately, the two of them retreated at the same time, Liu Feng took three and a half steps back, and Huang Shao took five steps back.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Feng's left arm sank, his right hand slid forward slightly, just a leading move, and his feet seemed to have not moved at all, but Liu Feng's body had already chased Huang Shao's face. His right hand suddenly stretched out, and penetrated directly into Huang Shao's throat with the palm style of the traditional martial arts Baguazhang Palm, which penetrated the cloud palm in Huang's throat.

"So sharp!" Mr. Huang also praised Liu Feng at this time, and then he turned his body to the left. His body movement was almost at its peak. The most important thing was that during this movement, there was no sound at all under his feet, which seemed extremely strange.

But Huang Shao was quicker, and Liu Feng was quicker. Just as Huang Shao did not dodge Liu Feng's move to the cloud-piercing palm, Liu Feng's sinking left hand suddenly swung to the left, slashing Huang Shao's neck with a hand knife.

Damn!

Mr. Huang was so scared that he exclaimed. He was really scared. Liu Feng took action too quickly, and the timing of the action was too accurate.

Mr. Huang even stepped on the ground and leaned back nearly 45 degrees.

Even so, when he stood up again, a bright red blood line still appeared on the skin at his throat.

Liu Feng did not pursue him anymore, and raised his left hand, looked at the fingertips of his middle finger, and said impatiently: "Oh, I forgot to trim my nails these days. Or, if I keep my nails longer, that move just now should kill you!"

After saying this, Liu Feng raised his middle finger at Mr. Huang. Looking at Liu Feng's expression, he seemed to be saying, "Look, are I right?"

At this time, Mr. Huang was frightened and sweating all over, and he was still cursing in his heart, "Yes, to your sister?" You actually raised your middle finger at me. Do you want to die?"

At the same time, as a witness, Wu Xiao also had a strange glory in his eyes, and he couldn't help but like: "What a sharp move, and a great trick."

call!

Mr. Huang took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state. No, he not only took a deep breath, but also breathed and breathed through internal martial arts. After three breaths, Mr. Huang's hands were obviously red, and even the white eyes in his eyes were covered with red blood.

At the same time, Liu Feng took a step forward and walked towards Mr. Huang, "You are very weak. With your strength, how dare you challenge me? Where did you get the courage? Or maybe you have lived enough, do you really want to die?"

"Your sister!" Huang Shao roared angrily, picked up the fighting airs with both hands, and rushed towards Liu Feng quickly.

"I really want to die. A good person like me should help you." Liu Feng also wanted to fight modern times and faced Mr. Huang.

The two of them played this time, there was nothing fancy about it. Although the straight hook and swing boxing combination is not as beautiful as the moves of traditional Chinese martial arts, it is extremely practical and extremely fierce. The two of them's fists and arms collided from time to time, making a sound like a punch to a flesh.

This is not the end. After fighting hard for a punch, the two of them added leg techniques.

Liu Feng took the lead in attacking, whipping his legs low, kicking his legs in the middle, kicking his legs in the high position, turning back and hitting his knees.

Young Master Huang is also not showing any weakness, such as whip legs, whirlwind legs, and even uses a fierce Muay Thai style like flying knees.

The two of them fought like irons for nearly three minutes. Judging from the rules of modern fighting, they just had a full round.

After three minutes, the two retreated at the same time.

Liu Feng still maintained the fighting squad with his hands raised, and the expression on his face was very relaxed.

But Huang Shaoke was a little miserable. His arms were all shattered by internal force, his pants on his legs became long and short, and even blood was seeping out of the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

At this time, he didn't look like a noble young man from the super family. He was so embarrassed that he was not much better than a beggar.

"Can you still fight?" Liu Feng said with a smile: "By the way, it's useless to say you can't fight, because when you posted a fight with me, we are both better and worse than life and death, right?"

call!

Mr. Huang took another deep breath. At this time, his hands seemed to be unable to lift up. If you look closely, the skin on his hands was covered with tiny cracks, and even blood was dripping down along the tip of his fingers.

"Liu Feng, do you know my identity? I am the eldest son of the Huang family in the capital, the eldest son of the third generation of the Huang family, and the heir of the future family designated by the old man."

When Mr. Huang faced Liu Feng's threat, he was able to remain calm. Although he was using his identity to suppress others, he gave people a feeling of relying on him. "I must remind you that if you really kill me, you will definitely not be able to survive for three days. Of course, you may not really have the ability to kill me."

"I really want to give it a try!"

Liu Feng's mouth raised a confident and sarcastic smile, "I want to try, do I have the ability to kill you? I also want to try, can I live for three days after killing you, the eldest son of the Huang family in the capital, be it? I am very confident in my ability to survive!"

After saying this, Liu Feng stepped forward again towards Mr. Huang.

A ruthless look flashed in Mr. Huang's eyes, and his bloody hands stretched back at the same time, pulled out two sharp knives from his waist, and quickly counterattacked towards Liu Feng.

The sword light drew two Leng Hua who seemed to be a trained player under the moonlight. No matter how Liu Feng made a move, Huang Shao's sword would attack Liu Feng fiercely. He wanted to fight to death by exchanging injuries with injuries.

But Liu Feng didn't exchange his injuries with him. After two tests, Liu Feng suddenly turned his body and stepped on Tai Chi Bagua footwork under his feet. With his elegant and agile body technique, he could easily pass through the sword light.

While fighting, Liu Feng also savored: "Slow down, your sword technique is too slow, and you can't see that you have received guidance from the wise master."

Damn!

Young Master Huang really wants to curse himself. Since I was a child, I was sent to the Poison Martial Arts Sect by my family elders. I learned skills from the three masters in the sect. Do you dare say that my master has not received guidance from famous masters?

Liu Feng continued as if he had seen through Mr. Huang's thoughts, "In my opinion, even if you get the guidance of a famous teacher, you have not learned it well. Not only are you slow in movements, but your swordsmanship is also very rough."

Second O!

Now Young Master Huang is even more angry. My sword skills are rough? No one in the master's sect has better sword skills than me. Even my three masters praise me for the sharp sword skills, which is far superior to my peers.

Liu Feng continued: "The most important thing is that your body is not good, and even makes your overall movements a little stiff. It is obvious that the basic skills of stretching the muscles and bones are not well practiced!"

Damn it!

All those who practice martial arts know that stretching the tendons and bones is the most basic flexibility training. If the basic skills are not good, how can you reach the current height of Mr. Huang?

"I also found that your skills are not pure, your breath is not long enough, and your internal strength is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Oh..."

Liu Feng suddenly said as if he had discovered a new world: "I understand. You did not rely on your own efforts to reach the level of spiritual transformation. Your kung fu is achieved by helping your elders, and some unique medicine and food assistance in traditional martial arts sects, right?"

When Mr. Huang heard Liu Feng say this, his offensive suddenly slowed down half a beat, but just half a beat slowed down, he got a 43-yard big foot, which was so severely stuffed on his stomach.

Bang!

With just a bang, Young Master Huang flew backwards like he was sitting in a jet plane, and in mid-air, a large mouthful of blood sprayed outward along his mouth and nose.

"Sure enough."

Liu Feng said with a smile: "My uncle who cheated on his father said that some martial arts sects who are not good at doing their jobs like to use crooked ideas to improve their strength. On the surface, these people are pretty cool, but in fact they are all so weak that they are like this type! Let me tell you, who else in the world can be as outstanding as me, and at such a young age, they have reached the level of Huajin!"

Ah puff!

Young Master Huang, who fell to the ground, sprayed a mouthful of blood again. At this time, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were a little distracted, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"You... Uncle Master, who is?" Young Master Huang was very unwilling to accept it at this time. He grew up so old that he had never been afraid of anyone in terms of force. In the entire capital, among the masters under the age of 30, only Lu Yan from the Lu family was similar to him, but in his opinion, Young Master Huang himself, Lu Yan was still weaker than him.

But today, Liu Feng actually defeated him, and he defeated him with his strength without any fancy. What's more hateful is that Liu Feng mentioned his uncle, which shows that Liu Feng is also from a master's sect, or that he may really hit the iron plate this time.

"My uncle, his name is that old and inappropriate thing..." Liu Feng said with a smile: "Anyway, you are dead soon, so it's okay to tell you. Moreover, my uncle, who has not shown up for decades, shouldn't have heard of his name. His name is Liu Jinglong."

"Liu Jinglong!"

Mr. Huang repeated these three words, as if he was carefully searching for memories of this name in his memory, but he really couldn't think of what Liu Jinglong was.

However, Wu Xiao, who was sitting in the distance as a witness, suddenly burst into his eyes with an extremely strange light.

"Liu Feng, do you think you are Jinglong's nephew?"

Wu Xiao stood up, walked to Liu Feng's side, and asked in a very solemn tone: "I see that your breath is deep and long. Although you are young, your martial arts cultivation has reached the level of transformation. In addition, your uncle... you reminded me of someone. Or, I guess who your master is."

"Who did Senior Wu Xiao think of?" Liu Feng asked with a smile.

Wu Xiao said: "If I guess correctly, your master should be the first genius martial artist in China and the youngest martial arts master, Mr. Sheng Yang, right?"

Shengyang!
Chapter completed!