After Mr. Fan said this, a screen in the corner of the hall was pushed away, and then a sloppy old man carrying a wine pot walked out.

The old man seemed almost as good as he was seventy years old. He smelled of alcohol all over his body and even staggered, but his small eyes were so lit that they were scary and there was no intoxication at all.

"Mr. Cong, yes, our Fan family has Mr. Cong, the patron saint!"

"Haha! Liu Feng, even if you are powerful, even if you have settled the guards of my Fan family without knowing it, you are dead in front of Mr. Cong."

"Hehe! Liu Feng, it's too late to regret it now. Mr. Cong will tear you away."

After seeing the old man Cong appear, the panic that the Fan family had just disappeared completely from them.

After seeing Mr. Cong, Liu Feng's eyes also became more serious, but solemn does not mean being afraid. Liu Feng also said in a serious tone: "Mr. Cong Tianya, Cong Tianya, the number one person on the Tianlist thirty-five years ago, became famous in the Chinese martial arts world at the age of 25, and had no defeat in decades. Do you have to be a dog for the Fan family, a group of national sinners who enjoy privileges?"

Ga!

Mr. Cong burped and said, "I'm just like that. Anyway, I'll be a dog for the Fan family. But now, I'll be free if I'm a dog and bite someone for the Fan family for the last time. Young man, I've heard of you. You've been very famous in the past year. If I end you today, then it's over. Don't hate me."

"Okay, today I will fight you, have a different position, no matter whether it is right or wrong, life or death is destined!" Liu Feng, Ding, stood firm with his character.

Mr. Cong's shaking figure suddenly turned straight at this moment, and the wine pot in his hand flew to Liu Feng's chest with a whoosh.

Bang!

Liu Feng waved his left hand and smashed the wine pot into pieces, and large pieces of porcelain splashed around him.

At the same time, Old Man Cong flew into Liu Feng like a human-shaped whirlwind, and a dry fist hit Liu Feng.

"I'm hit, I'm done!"

"It's broken, Mr. Cong's fist has broken Liu Feng."

"It's so fast. I broke the person and found no blood!"

At this moment, the Fan family in the hall exclaimed in surprise.

But Mr. Cong did not stop after punching. After punching, his right leg went forward, twisted forward and arched backward, bent his right arm backward, and hit his elbow fiercely behind him.

"Damn, why did another Liu Feng appear?"

"Fortunately, this Liu Feng was also broken by Mr. Cong."

"No, there is also a Liu Feng on the left side of Mr. Cong."

The disobedience shown by the group of big men in the Fan family at this time seemed to have shattered the calm image they pretended to have in the first half of their lives.

They didn't know that Liu Feng had never been broken at all because his movements were too fast, and there were still some afterimages that were almost real, and what Mr. Cong broke was just afterimages.

But since he was not caught, Liu Feng felt huge pressure at this time.

If Mr. Cong is about speed, he may not be the fastest among the masters he has ever encountered, but every move is almost instinctive, and he is fighting accurately and tricky without any sense of delay. It seems that when he makes moves, he doesn't need to think about how to do it, and he doesn't need to follow his skilled martial arts skills, it's completely...

"Extreme intention!"

After dodging Mr. Cong for more than ten moves, Liu Feng suddenly exclaimed: "It turns out that you have mastered the extreme intention, and you must instinctively use your body. This state is really amazing."

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mr. Cong continued to act. In his extreme state, his speed became faster and faster and his power became stronger and stronger.

However, when making moves, Mr. Cong responded to Liu Feng, "Yes, Jiyi is an artistic conception. The improvement of martial arts realm is mainly reflected in skills. If you want to go further, you must also make breakthroughs in artistic conception. The initial manifestation of Jiyi is a strong combat consciousness, which controls your skills based on combat consciousness, and uses physical instinct to perform martial arts moves."

Liu Feng himself is a person with a strong sense of combat. When he saw Han Yichen comprehend the extreme intention, he didn't care much, but today when he was confronting a master of extreme intention, he truly understood how terrible this state was.

Bang bang!

In order to verify how terrifying the ability of people in the extreme state of mind was, Liu Feng chose to fight with Mr. Cong twice. As a result, after the two fists and palms met, Liu Feng was shocked and his whole body was churned, and he had to take several steps back.

"Strong! Mr. Cong is indeed amazing!"

"Mr. Cong, as long as you kill Liu Feng quickly, you will not only regain your freedom, but also give you ten million in your personal name, so that you can live the rest of your life freely in the future."

"Mr. Cong killed Liu Feng for me, hurry up!"

The Fan family was completely boiling at this time, and they were all cheering with fists.

Even Mr. Fan's face appeared at this time, and he quietly ordered a middle-aged woman beside him: "Liu Feng must be dead today, but he can break in here means that the security and guards outside our Fan family are controlled. You should call Guoan quickly, and when Liu Feng dies, Guoan must come and end."

"Yes!" The middle-aged woman immediately retreated behind Mr. Fan, took out her cell phone and quietly pressed the phone number.

Bang!

In the field, Liu Feng and Mr. Cong punched each other again, but this time the two of them retreated at the same time.

"Very good, Liu Feng, you have a strong sense of combat. As long as you deliberately enter the battle, it is easy to understand the extreme mood. Now you have already touched the secret, so keep coming." After Mr. Cong stepped out two steps, he also praised Liu Feng and slaughtered him again.

Liu Feng didn't say anything. At this moment, he seemed to have entered a wonderful state. In his eyes, Mr. Cong's short punch to his chest.

Liu Feng did not consider how to fight back, and his body instinctively deflected, and his left fist hit Mr. Cong's chin.

Mr. Cong instinctively turned his head to avoid it, and the two of them almost moved toward each other.

If there was a real martial arts master present at this time, he would definitely exclaim. The two of them almost scratched each other's body, but they only responded instinctively and did a proper evasion, so that such contact would never cause harm to their bodies.

"Okay, you have indeed entered the ultimate mood. It's more satisfying to fight like this."

Mr. Cong turned around quickly, and a big hand slapped out with a terrifying wind, and shouted: "It's time to decide the winner, and it's also about life and death."

"Then come!" Liu Feng rushed forward and slapped out with his palm.

Bang!

The two of them paired up with their palms, as if thunder blew up on the ground, and an invisible wave of true energy spread around them with their bodies as the center.

The Fan Family, who retreated to the innermost side of the hall, felt as if he was blown by a light breeze, and some people with longer hair were dancing backwards.

Crack, Crack...

Liu Feng and Mr. Cong did not separate their palms from each other, and at the same time, a series of explosions were made under the two of them.

"Damn, the floor tiles are cracked, all cracked!"

"Damn it, the floor tiles in our Fan Family Inlaid are all lacquer stone slabs transported from Australia. This piece of material is worth 100,000 yuan! They actually broke dozens of them in one go!"

"No, don't pay attention to the floor tiles, Mr. Cong vomits blood."

That's right, after Mr. Cong and Liu Feng faced each other for nearly three seconds, he suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood.

This is not the end. After vomiting blood, the clothes on Mr. Cong's back exploded. If someone was behind him, he would definitely see a purple-red palm print on the back of his hand. It was dazzlingly red and purple, and shockingly purple.

"Thirty-six. The big palm style, adding the power of the boxing furnace, is very good!" Mr. Cong's face was as pale as paper after vomiting blood, as if there was little vitality, but a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

call!

Liu Feng took a deep breath and said, "Thank you Mr. Cong for your advice. If you hadn't understood the extreme mood and made a move based on your physical instinct, it would be hard for me to think about how to use the boxing furnace to enhance the power while using the boxing furnace to perform its first-hand skills."

"Yes, the boxing furnace is a pair of martial arts skills in one furnace, which can double the attack power. But if you want to integrate a certain skill that can produce multiple stamina into the boxing furnace, it is impossible, only the extreme intention... the extreme intention..."

Speaking of the second extreme intention, Mr. Cong's arm suddenly sagged and the person collapsed to the ground.

"Mr. Cong!" Liu Feng stepped forward and caught Mr. Cong's crumbling body. "I don't know what you have to do with the Fan family, but I know that if you give me some advice, I will not let you die at my hands. Don't worry, I am a miracle doctor."

While speaking, Liu Feng twisted out three silver needles from his left hand.

But when Liu Feng was about to apply a needle to Mr. Cong, Mr. Cong shook his head with difficulty, "Don't save me, my heart is long dead. I stayed at the Fan family because the Fan family spent a lot of money to extend my life for three years and promised to do three things for them. Today, I met you, which was my third move. I paid off my favor debt and I also wanted to go down to find her. I should have gone with her long ago. She would be lonely when she was alone."

When he heard Mr. Cong say this, Liu Feng, the Eastern Hell King in the Western Underworld, had a sore nose and almost left tears.

Some strong people have the ability to conquer the world, but often such people lose to feelings or their own persistence. Mr. Cong is obviously such a person, which also reflects that this person has the glorious side of human nature.

"Congtian Cliff!"

Although Liu Feng was moved by Mr. Cong, Mr. Fan was so angry that he almost bit his teeth. "You are determined to die. You actually guided Liu Feng in martial arts when fighting with him. Damn it, he is such an unfamiliar wolf!"

"Old Fan, you don't understand. Loyal dogs are often liked by their owners, but you don't understand. A wolf is more eager for a broad world!"

Liu Feng put Mr. Cong flat on the ground, then stood up and said, "Also, there is a quality that a dog does not possess. A wolf will always be loyal to its only companion in his life, and a dog cannot do it. You use this advantage of the wolf to tie Mr. Fan. You are already wrong, so why bother to blame him?"
Chapter completed!