At five o'clock in the morning, Xiao Feng was awakened by the cell phone at the bedside.

For some reason, Xiao Feng slept particularly hard during these few hours. Maybe because he returned home, or because there was a master (Mr. Jing) living next door, he stopped sleeping on his vigilance.

"Hey." Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and pressed the answer button.

"Brother Feng, the person who went to the black killing list to buy the murderer is the Xie family." Busan said straightforwardly without saying nonsense.

Xiao Feng shook his head, sat up, lit a cigarette, and let the smoke wander around the lungs for a while, then drove away the last trace of hazy sleepiness: "I understand, that spade, um, is the baseball cap dead?"

Xiao Feng was about to ask how A's wife was, but he felt extremely awkward and could only change his mouth temporarily. This bastard dared to cheat outside with his name. Wouldn't it be too easy to let him go like this?

"No, let's wait for Brother Feng to fall."

"Very good, where are you?" Xiao Feng yawned his eyes and yawned.

After noticing a address, Xiao Feng thought about it and wanted to catch a plane this morning. It was a bit far away when he went there: "You bring him to Hellfire, and we will meet in Hellfire in an hour."

"good."

Xiao Feng hung up the phone, thought quietly with the cigarette in his mouth. After finally confirming that everything was foolproof, he pressed the cigarette, got up from the bed and washed up, and finally put the Deadly Soul-Chasing Gun and the Dragon Pattern Dagger on his body.

Although I have to take a plane today, security checks have no effect on people like them who keep their weapons away all day long. Everyone has a way to deal with security checks. If it really doesn't work, then you can bring the weapon on the plane by making a phone call, not to mention that Xiao Feng has a gun license.

Xiao Feng left the room and saw Mr. Jing who was practicing in the morning outside at first sight. He suffered a loss last time at Mr. Jing. He realized that this old guy was just a guy who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. Not to mention that he was not in his heyday, even in his heyday, he probably wouldn't be his opponent.

The old guy has been in a military life, and it can be said that he has been rolling on various battlefields all his life. It is said that if he walks too long at night, he will always meet ghosts. The old guy can live until now, which shows that his strength is really strong. Luck can save people for a while, but he cannot save people for a lifetime.

"Old guy, what kind of fist do you hit?" Xiao Feng approached and found that the set of fist he hit was neither Tai Chi nor Wing Chun, but a set of boxing techniques he had never seen before.

Mr. Jing ignored Xiao Feng, and his punches were slow and light, as if he was trapped in an artistic conception. As he practiced boxing, Xiao Feng, who was standing next to him, frowned, staring at his whole body without blinking, remembering every move of his.

"Hu." About ten minutes later, Mr. Jing stopped and turned to look at Xiao Feng with a contemplative look on his face. He was satisfied and asked deliberately: "Are you studying secretly?"

"Old guy, what's the name of this boxing technique?" Xiao Feng asked seriously without smiling with Mr. Jing.

"No name."

"No name." Xiao Feng was stunned. How could the boxing technique have no name?

Old Jing smiled, put his hands behind his back, and walked to Xiao Feng: "Because this was created by me, I haven't given it a name yet."

"You created it." Xiao Feng was shocked.

Few things can shock Xiao Feng and lose his composure, but this incident made him unable to hold it. Although Mr. Jing had just fought slowly, the outsider could clearly feel the terribleness of this set of boxing. Every move and every move had a strong murderous aura, and he could die at the least.

In fact, there are several heavy hands in each set of boxing. When the master teaches his disciples, he usually warns them that he should not use heavy hands until the critical moment, because he is either dead or injured. Almost all of his boxing skills are heavy hands, and the strengths of many families are great. If it is passed down by the ancients, Xiao Feng can accept it, but now Mr. Jing says that he created himself, and that is the strength of Mr. Jing...

"Why, don't you believe it?" Old Jing raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"It's not that I don't believe it, but that I can't believe it. Old guy, don't fool me, it's really what you created."

"Well, since you left, I have lost my sandbag, so I have been thinking about a set of boxing techniques by myself. Haha, I said, "It was not until a few days ago that I could understand it and turn it into a complete set of boxing techniques." Old Jing said with a smile.

When Xiao Feng heard this, he immediately shouted shamelessly: "Tell me and teach me."

"Why do you need to teach you?"

"Because... because if I hadn't left, you wouldn't have created it." Xiao Feng said with a shy face.

Mr. Jing: “…”

"Old guy, for the sake of my sandbag I have been for you for so many years, just teach me. Don't worry, I will definitely carry forward this set of boxing."

"You boy is really thick-skinned, but I like it, hahaha, it's not impossible for me to teach you, but there is a condition."

"you say."

"If you can take my punch, I will teach you." Mr. Jing said seriously.

Xiao Feng nodded vigorously without thinking: "Okay."

Xiao Feng knew that although he was not in his prime, if he could not even catch an old guy with one punch, he would not have to mess around in the future.

Mr. Jing took two steps back and made a start-up move casually: "Come on."

Xiao Feng looked at Mr. Jing's serious look and did not dare to underestimate him. He shook his muscles on his body and adjusted his condition to the best: "I attack." After saying that, he punched Mr. Jing with a fierce punch.

‘Ba’, Xiao Feng took two steps back and looked at his red fist, really didn’t believe it: “Damn it, it’s really amazing.”

"You lost." Old Jing said lightly.

"Bad, I'm just warming up. Old guy, it's just officially started now. Please beg for your own blessing." Xiao Feng couldn't let such a "unique skill" slip away, and shouted shamelessly.

"..." Mr. Jing was immune to Xiao Feng's shamelessness and nodded: "Come on."

"Drink." Xiao Feng jumped high, his fist crossed the sky like a meteor, and his whole body gathered his fist and blasted it out hard.

‘Pa’

"Two-level force." Xiao Feng shouted suddenly when he couldn't stand it, and another fierce force exploded, slamming Jing Lao's fist.

‘Pa’

"Three-level power." With Xiao Feng shouting, he and Mr. Jing took a few steps back.

Xiao Feng looked at his wrist and it was already a little deformed. This was the consequence of the impact of force. He grabbed his wrist with one hand and exerted force suddenly. With a "click", the bones were reset and moved.

Mr. Jing, who was six steps away, had a little red face and his breathing became slightly faster.

"Old guy, are you okay?" Xiao Feng asked with a smile. He knew he would not hurt Mr. Jing.

"Oh, you can't accept old age. Otherwise, you can't ask for it. Let's get out of here." Old Jing shook his head, took a book from under the old locust tree, threw it over, turned around and returned to the main hall.

Xiao Feng took it over and looked at it. It was a boxing book. It seemed that the old guy drew it himself. "Damn, old guy, just throw it to me this broken thing."

Old Jing paused and snorted angrily: "Bad thing, then you give it to me."

"Don't, I'm kidding, hehe, that, if I don't understand, I'll call you again." Xiao Feng smiled awkwardly and hurriedly put away the boxing score.

"Don't call me. How much you can learn depends on your own ability. Go and be careful." After saying that, Mr. Jing walked into the main hall.

Xiao Feng felt warm, but he muttered: "Grandma, this is too irresponsible. Hehe, I've gotten rich." As he said that, he quickly walked out of the gate and got in the car and drove away, fearing that Mr. Jing would regret it again and wanted to go back.

After Xiao Feng left, Mr. Jing's slightly hoarse voice rang: "Boy, I hope you can learn so that you won't die in the hands of others. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. I believe that it won't take long to have more important tasks waiting for you. Alas, if I hadn't been old, this important task would not fall on you, alas."

At this time, Xiao Feng had no idea that he had fallen into the "trap" set by Jing Laobu. He hummed a little tune and felt so proud. He originally thought that he had emptied his skills, but he didn't expect that the old man was like a treasure chest, and he stretched out his hand in and was another treasure.

He took out the boxing tip from his bag, looked at it for a few glances, and then put it up again. Joke, how can you use it with one mind while driving? Don’t you don’t understand the boxing tip. If you drive under the overpass, you will be completely unjustly killed. He stepped on the accelerator and the Audi drove towards Nancheng as fast as possible.

When Xiao Feng arrived there, they had already arrived. Their big Hummer was parked at the door of the backyard. Several Tianmen brothers guarding the door looked at him from a distance and did not dare to step forward.

"Brother Feng." He jumped out of the Hummer. His huge figure made the Tianmen brother take two steps back. It was not that they were timid, but that their physique was too disparate. Even if they could beat people, they would feel timid in the face of these two giants and had no desire to fight.

"Where are the baseball caps, carry them in, let's talk about it." Xiao Feng took out his cigarette and lit it, but he didn't give it to him and walked towards the back door.

Several young men from Tianmen saw that it was Xiao Feng and immediately stood up straight: "Brother Feng, you are here."

"Well, brothers, thank you for your hard work." Xiao Feng took out half of his remaining cigarettes and threw them over: "Share it, let's smoke it."

"Thank you, Brother Feng." Several of the little brothers in Tianmen were all happy. This was the boss who was smoking. Who would fuck him believe it if it was rumored?

"There is nothing unusual." Xiao Feng asked casually.

"No, everything is OK."

Xiao Feng nodded: "Open the door and I'll go in and do something." As he said that, he walked in first, followed behind him with a baseball cap.

When they passed by the little brothers of Tianmen, their hair stood up. This kind of instinctive fear was like a person meeting a lion and a tiger in the forest. His heart would tremble a few times. However, fear was afraid, as long as there was a knife in his hand, they would even dare to fuck him and chop him up.

"Go there." Xiao Feng pointed to the torture room and kicked open the door.
Chapter completed!