Chapter 822, Chivalry Mountain, Zhuo Buxiao!

As this heroic and arrogant laughter resounded, Qin Feng and the three people in the room couldn't help but be startled.

Afterwards, smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

The person they had been waiting for for many days finally arrived.

The one who can make the decision for the enemy!

Qin Feng and the others walked out of the house, looked up, and saw a strange-looking figure appearing on the top of the old house opposite.

He was a middle-aged man with a rough face, resembling a reckless man.

The middle-aged man is tall, wearing a long robe, and has a very unkempt appearance. His long hair and full beard are messy and messy due to being ignored for a long time, almost covering his entire face.

This is definitely a weirdo, and a weirdo in ancient costume!

If such a weirdo were placed in a prosperous area of ​​a metropolis, he would definitely be looked down upon by countless passers-by, and the urban management department would even be alerted to expel him as a beggar and a homeless person.

It affects the city appearance too much!

When Master Qiu and his grandson saw this man, they showed respectful expressions on their faces. They immediately bent down and lowered their heads, cupping their hands and saying, "I have seen Mr. Zhuo Buxiao!"

This person is none other than the person from Chiayi Mountain, Zhuo Buxiao!

Zhuo Buxiao looks very messy, but his background is quite big.

He is the great elder of Chiayi Mountain. In Chiayi Mountain, it can be said that one person is inferior to ten thousand people. The only person standing above him is his brother, Zhuo Bucry.

Chiayi Mountain sent such a person here, which shows that they are also quite serious about this matter.

Of course, I also respect Qin Feng.

Standing on the roof, Zhuo Buxiao looked very impatient when facing the greetings from Mr. Qiu and his grandson: "Okay, okay, stop being polite like this, it's annoying to hear!"

Qiu Lao smiled awkwardly and did not dare to say anything else.

Qiu Tianyue also has no temper. Although this is the first time she has seen Zhuo Buxiao, she has already heard from her grandfather that this guy has a very weird temper and is too upright and forthright. The most disrespectful thing about him is the polite greetings in the world.

Of course, even though they knew Zhuo Buxiao didn't like him, they still wanted to say hello, because they knew that saying hello would make Zhuo Buxiao disgusted, and if they didn't say hello, they would be in trouble.

This is not the case.

The next second Zhuo Buxiao looked at Qin Feng with burning eyes, and shouted with some warmth and anger: "Qin Feng, son, when you see me Zhuo Buxiao, why don't you say hello?"

Yes, this person is so strange.

Qin Feng was stunned when he saw this, then he touched his nose helplessly and said with a smile: "No one in the martial arts world is qualified to ask me to take the initiative to say hello."

Master Qiu and his grandson were startled and looked at Qin Feng in surprise.

What you say...isn't it too crazy?

Zhuo Buxiao was also stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Haha, you kid, you are really arrogant and arrogant!"

Qin Feng glanced at Zhuo Buxiao and commented: "You are called Zhuo Buxiao, but you always laugh wildly. It's strange."

"Who says you can't laugh if you don't laugh? I have to laugh!"

Zhuo Buxia patted his chest, raised his head and said arrogantly: "Boy, I heard that you killed Lu Nanfeng of the Lu family with your ethereal fist. Is this true?"

"So what if it's true?" Qin Feng smiled lightly.

"Lu Nanfeng has been practicing the Sky Spirit Fist for 30 years, and your whole life has only been less than 30 years. If this is true, I would also like to see how powerful your Kong Ling Fist is!"

Zhuo Buxiao said.

"The power of my ethereal fist depends on your attitude." Qin Feng said with a smile: "If you want to lose, the power is infinite. If you want to win, it is just a trick, which is not worth mentioning."

Zhuo Buxia was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said angrily: "Child Qin Feng, please speak more clearly to me. I can't understand your roundabout words!"

Qin Feng shrugged helplessly: "To put it simply, if I want to win you, it's easy. If I want you to win, it's also very simple."

Zhuo Buxiao glared angrily.

Mr. Qiu and his grandson were also surprised again.

mad.

Qin Feng, you are so crazy!

This is Zhuo Buxiao. In terms of strength alone, Lu Nanfeng is simply not good enough for Zhuo Buxiao's Ten Moves. Your strength may be above him, so you can't win if you want to, and lose if you want to lose, right?

Masters compete with each other, and their moves are fatal. If the difference in strength is not absolutely huge, winning or losing in many cases cannot be directly determined by superior strength!

"Hahaha, good boy, you are so crazy, I like it!"

After a long while, Zhuo Buxiao suddenly laughed: "But boy, you can't eat anything with your arrogant tone. Lu Nanfeng once fought with me and lost in less than three moves. My Liger Fist is more powerful than his."

The ethereal fist is several times stronger!"

"Liger Fist?" Qin Feng's lips curled up slightly: "Liger Fist is really powerful, fast, fierce and fierce, like a tiger or a lion, and most people can't stop it."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have some experience and actually know my Liger Fist." Zhuo Buxiao laughed: "Then you still dare to fight with me?"

"If it's just a discussion, then let's do it." Qin Feng smiled lightly.

"Of course it's just a competition, is it possible that I can hurt your life, kid?" Zhuo Buxiao laughed twice more, and then his face hardened: "Boy, take the move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Buxiao swayed, and his tall figure rushed towards Qin Feng like a mountain.

Before the person landed, the shadow of Zhuo Buxiao's fist was already all over the void, like a tiger or a lion, fierce and violent, making people fearful.

An extremely heavy breath arose spontaneously.

Master Qiu and his grandson changed their expressions one after another.

But Qin Feng, who was standing in the snow, had his eyes lowered and was not confused at all.

In an instant, Zhuo Buxiao's figure rushed in front of Qin Feng.

A set of liger and liger fists, the sky was full of excitement, as if the deafening sound of the liger's roar sounded in the air around him at this moment.

But it was only for a moment.

The smile on Zhuo Buxiao's face froze, and his strong and huge body suddenly became stiff and motionless.

Because his fists full of lethality have been caught by Qin Feng, firmly grasped, and stagnated in mid-air, just like the liger has become a little pet, without any ferocious aura, replaced by

Instead, there is a strange tenderness.

A heavy look of horror quickly condensed on Zhuo Buxiao's face.

Zhuo Buxiao stared at Qin Feng, his voice becoming extremely serious and serious: "Boy, how did you do that?"

"Watch it."

Qin Feng grinned, let go of Zhuo Buxiao's hands, and then took a few steps back.

When he pushed his feet up, the snow splashed everywhere.

When he opened his arms, his momentum was like a rainbow.

Clench your fists like a tiger or a lion.

With a dance of both fists, the roar of a tiger can overwhelm the mountain, and the roar of a lion can shake the sky.

His fists were like those of a tiger, and his fists were like those of a lion. He could almost break the ethereal air into pieces in an instant, leaving onlookers stunned.

This is Liger Fist.

Even Qiu Lao and Qiu Tianyue could definitely feel at this moment that this was the real Liger Fist!
Chapter completed!