In fact, Xiao Feng didn't know much about Nangong Ji's identity. He had only met Nangong Ji four times. However, every time he met, Nangong Ji would give him benefits, which made him ask Mr. Jing when he would come next time. Although Xiao Feng didn't know Nangong Ji's identity specifically, he could guess a little bit. He was definitely an amazing big man. As he grew bigger and bigger, his knowledge naturally became wider and wider.

Especially in recent years, he has met too many big names, but few people can have the foundation and temperament of Nangong Jishi. It is an innate momentum that cannot be cultivated after all.

Xiao Feng asked Mr. Jing many times, but Mr. Jing just told him that Nangong Ji belonged to the Nangong family, but he kept silent about the Nangong family. Mr. Jing didn't say anything, and Xiao Feng had no choice but to check it himself.

It doesn't matter if he checked it, Xiao Feng was surprised to find that there were five or six Nangong families all over the world, all of which belonged to that kind of big family. However, he couldn't find out which one was Nangong Jishi's family.

Nangong Ji hasn't been here for a long time, and Xiao Feng is unwilling to worry too much. After a while, he threw this matter behind his head. He didn't expect to see Nangong Ji again today.

On the way here, Xiao Feng was considering what benefits would Nangong Ji give him this time? Will he pass on some martial arts, such as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, the Nine Yang Divine Art, etc.

But when I think of the current situation, I can't help but feel nervous. It's not the Sunflower Book, right? Damn, otherwise the old guy would be so happy to know that his jj is not easy to use. No, although it is not easy to use, he can pee at least. He must not cut off any Sunflower Book, and he can't even practice it, and he can't even beat him to death.

Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng with a smile. He hadn't seen this little guy for a few years and had grown up so big. "Boy, don't you need to say hello to me?"

"Hehe, Grandpa Nangong, hello." Xiao Feng hurried forward and greeted with a smile: "Grandpa Nangong, wherever you have been going in recent years, I have never seen you come to see me. I blame you for missing you."

"Is that true? Do you miss me or you want benefits?" Nangong Ji asked with a smile, and finally turned his eyes to Xiao Feng's head: "Why are you hurt? Come on, let Grandpa Nangong show you."

"Ahem, of course I miss Grandpa Nangong." Xiao Feng's old face became hot, he touched his head and walked up.

"Miss me, oh, I originally prepared a great benefit for you. Since you don't want to, then forget it." Nangong Ji smiled a little playful.

"Uh, that, Grandpa Nangong, while I think of you, I will occasionally think about the benefits you gave me, hehe." Xiao Feng quickly changed his words, afraid that Nangong Ji would really not give him any benefits.

If the benefits given by ordinary people are not enough, Xiao Feng will not see them. But Nangong Ji is obviously not an ordinary person. The "Xuxue Sheng Ji San" used by the Shafeng Organization is the small benefits that Nangong Ji gives him casually, which is a hundred times stronger than Yunnan Baiyao.

It is precisely because of the "Zhixue Sheng Ji San" that Xiao Feng survived several times and survived a life. For the evil wind, this drug is more effective. Training requires bleeding and injury every day. Using "Zhixue Sheng Ji San" will quickly stop bleeding and grow new flesh, which can strengthen training and keep getting stronger. If you are injured, you will lie for ten days and a half months, which will help you train to produce hair effects.

Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng and couldn't help laughing: "Old guy, your grandson is still so naughty." As he said that, he stood up, unbuttoned the gauze wrapped around Xiao Feng's head, and took a few casual glances: "A little bit of injury will be bandaged into an Indian San. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"I..." If another person had stood in front of him, he would have probably slapped him with a slap, and a five or six-inch hole was opened in his head. If he hadn't carried the "Zhixue Sheng Ji San" with him, it would have been impossible for him to escape the sewing of more than a dozen stitches.

Mr. Jing and Master Huiyue also raised their heads, looked at Xiao Feng's head, and smiled: "Boy, I thought I could blow you into a rock chicken last night."

"Damn, old guy, can't you curse me?" Xiao Feng rolled his eyes.

"Amitabha, donor Xiao is very lucky and will never have any trouble." Master Huiyue said with a noise of the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together and said.

Xiao Feng respects Master Huiyue very much. He is definitely a person with real skills. Otherwise, how could he calculate that he would experience the life and death disaster in Mount Tai? "Hello, Master."

"Haha..." Master Huiyue smiled and nodded.

Nangong Ji took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and sprinkled it on Xiao Feng's head wound a few times: "No need to bandage it anymore, it will be fine in one week at most."

"Thank you, Grandpa Nangong." Xiao Feng's eyes were as bright as an old man who saw the old widow, staring at Nangong Ji's medicine bottle. It is estimated that this thing is more elegant than "Zhixue Sheng Ji San".

Nangong Ji noticed Xiao Feng's gaze and threw it to him: "I'll give it to you, maybe I can save your life at a critical moment."

"Hehe, Grandpa Nangong, have you heard a story?"

"What story."

"It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. Have you heard of it?" Xiao Feng asked with a shy face, holding the small medicine bottle.

"..." Nangong Ji was stunned. This kid's skin was getting thicker and thicker.

"Hahaha, Old Man Nangong, this kid is asking you for the recipe." Old Jing patted his legs and laughed, then looked at Xiao Feng: "Boy, this recipe is very precious. You have to kneel down and become a disciple, so Old Man Nangong will pass it to you..."

When Xiao Feng heard Mr. Jing's words, he immediately understood the meaning and acted as he would kneel down: "Master..."

"Don't." Nangong Ji quickly supported Xiao Feng and glared at Old Jing: "You disrespectful guy, I have seen this kid four times in total. You want him to kneel down and become a disciple three times. It's so hateful."

"Hehe... Then I don't know. Look, my grandson is going to kneel down for you, you can do it yourself." Old Jing was also proud. If Xiao Feng took Old Man Nangong as his teacher, then he would have increased his seniority from Nangong Ji out of thin air. Besides, if Nangong Ji really accepted Xiao Feng as his disciple, the help to him would be limitless.

Xiao Feng didn't plan to kneel down, but he felt that this move was very useful. He had used it three times before, and he could knock out some benefits every time. Of course, even if he really kneeled down and became a disciple, he felt that he would not suffer any loss. Although he didn't know what Nangong Ji was, he had never seen many people who could talk to Mr. Jing like this.

"Don't think I don't know what your old guy is going to do." Nangong Ji gave Old Jing a blank look and looked at Xiao Feng again: "If you are not the grandson of this old guy, with such good qualifications, it's okay for me to accept you as my disciple. Just so, I'll give you the recipe, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What."

"I haven't thought about it yet. I will look for you again when I need you to do it."

"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded without hesitation. Anyway, Nangong Ji would not harm him.

"Well, I'll write you the recipe tonight." Nangong Ji sat down again and glanced over the chess game: "Who of you two won."

"It's just a matter of entanglement." Old Jing picked up a black piece, shook his hands and placed it on the chessboard: "It's the most boring to play chess with the old monk."

"A peaceful heart is the most important thing." Master Huiyue smiled, picked up the white zi slowly and placed it in one place.

"Look at it, this old monk is fooling around." Old Jing patted his thigh.

Xiao Feng is also a master. He just looked at the chessboard for a few glances and widened his eyes, shocked: "What a huge momentum, what a profound chess style..."

Xiao Feng often played chess with Mr. Jing and occasionally won two games, but at this time he realized that it was just what Mr. Jing was teasing him. Not to mention anything else, just this game of chess, if he didn't take two steps, he would definitely lose.

Xiao Feng was a little depressed. How unfathomable is this old guy? He played chess and the same in kung fu. From childhood to adulthood, he fought with Mr. Jing. Every time he grew to a height, he would find that Mr. Jing's strength would be strengthened again... "By the way, boy, is the Buddhist beads given to you by Mr. Huiyue." Mr. Jing suddenly asked when he saw the chess game intertwined.

Xiao Feng touched his wrist: "I've put it in the villa."

"Uh, it's not burning anymore." Old Jing asked nervously.

"No."

"Haha, that's good, Old Monk Huiyue, you lost." Old Jing laughed happily, Heizi landed on the ground, and his murderous aura was approaching Baizi.

Master Huiyue picked up a white piece, looked at Xiao Feng, and sighed: "This boy is like you back then, and it's not a good thing to be so sharp. Mr. Jing, if you..."

"Don't mention that I live happily now." Old Jing waved his hand, and a trace of loneliness flashed deep in his eyes.

Xiao Feng did not catch this loneliness, but he heard something else from Master Huiyue: "Old guy, what happened back then."

"It's nothing, old monk, play chess quickly." Old Jing shook his head and said to Master Huiyue.

Master Huiyue watched the chess game with his eyes, and finally let go of Bai Zi: "I lost."

"Haha, old monk, since you have given up, then you promised me..."

"I will do it."

"Okay." Old Jing nodded with a smile and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Feng heard Mr. Jing and Master Huiyue playing the puzzle and asked in a daze: "Grandpa Nangong, what are they saying?"

"Haha, you are too weak now and don't need to understand. What you have to do now is to make yourself stronger." Nangong Ji chuckled, but there was a mystery on his face.

Xiao Feng wanted to laugh a few times. He was too weak. Although he was not in his heyday, he could not get involved with "weak". There are people outside the heavens, and he understood this very well, but even if there are people, he could not exaggerate him to be "weak".
Chapter completed!