The seller of the heavens

Seeing that his attitude was firm, Jiang Chen didn't try to persuade him, but just said:

"There are many martial arts schools in Foshan, and there are many martial arts schools. Since Huang Feihong has achieved such a big name, his strength must not be easy. It may not be so easy for Brother Yan to win against him."

Yan Zhendong didn't take it seriously, he traveled all the way from north to south, and met many martial arts fellows, most of them were people who were trying to gain fame, and there were very few who could be his opponents.

In his opinion, even if this Huang Feihong was strong, he was not his opponent.

Yan Zhendong is full of confidence in his own unique skills, and looks like he is sure of winning:

"No matter how strong Huang Feihong is, he still can't break my iron shirt."

"Then, I will first wish Brother Yan to become famous in the first battle."

Jiang Chen wanted to witness the fight between Yan Zhendong and Huang Feihong, and see how strong the two are, so he said:

"Brother Yan, don't you mind if I watch the battle?"

Yan Zhendong thought he would win, and he didn't care about Jiang Chen watching:

"Of course I don't mind, brother Jiang just go to Baozhilin with me."

The two slowed down their meal and chatted while drinking.

Yan Zhendong is also slowly adjusting his state.

Half an hour later, Yan Zhendong felt that the food and wine in his stomach had been digested, and his mental state had been adjusted to the best level, so he got up:

"Let's go, let me meet Huang Feihong in Foshan and see what he is capable of."

Saying that, strode out of the restaurant.

Jiang Chen followed Yan Zhendong's footsteps, walked through several long streets, and came to a mansion.

The high walls of the courtyard block the view, and the red paint on the gate has peeled off a lot due to time, with traces of time.

bang bang bang!

Yan Zhendong stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and a young man opened the door, looked at the two of them, and asked:

"Who are you looking for?"

Yan Zhendong said directly:

"I'm Yan Zhendong, Shandong Tiebushan, and I'm here today to ask Master Huang for advice on martial arts and to learn from each other."

"Are you kicking the pavilion?"

The young man's face darkened, and his voice involuntarily increased a few times.

"Kicking the gym? Who is so courageous to come to my Baozhilin to kick the gym?"

With a loud voice, a huge body suddenly came to the young man's side, but it was a tall fat man with a fat head and big ears. He was Huang Feihong's disciple: Pork Rong.

He stared at Jiang Chen and the two of them with eyes like copper bells, with a bad expression on his face, and said in a low voice:

"Who dares to challenge my master?"

Naturally, Yan Zhendong would not be intimidated by Zhurou Rong, and said calmly:

"it's me."

Zhu Rourong has always respected his master, Yan Zhendong dared to kick the hall and challenge his master, how could he bear it, and immediately said angrily:

"Just because you are worthy of challenging my master, let's go through my level first."

Before he finished speaking, he stepped on his foot, and his obese body exploded with a completely disproportionate speed, like a fat tiger rushing forward.

The fingers of his right hand were bent into claws, and he slapped Yan Zhendong on the chest.

Roar!

Zhurourong's thick and powerful five fingers tore through the air, and let out a low howl piercing through the air, like a tiger pouncing on its food, showing a powerful destructive force.

If an ordinary person received such a claw, their bones would probably be broken.

It's a pity that Yan Zhendong is not an ordinary person, but a master of martial arts. Zhu Rourong's tiger claws are still a little shallow in his opinion, with too many flaws.

Yan Zhendong stomped on his left foot, raised his right knee, and kicked out like a lightning bolt. He kicked Zhurou Rong in the chest.

Peng!

Zhu Rourong's body weighing more than 200 kilograms flew upside down and hit the ground hard, making a muffled sound, which made the ground tremble slightly. The fat on his body shook violently like water waves, and his whole body fell to pieces.

Yan Zhendong snorted and said:

"Just because you are not my opponent, go find your master Huang Feihong."

At this moment, a vigorous figure stepped out from the backyard quickly, helped Zhu Rourong, and asked:

"Shirong, are you alright?"

After Zhurourong stood up, he shook his head: "It's okay, Master."

Huang Feihong frowned and asked:

"what happened?"

Pork Rong pointed to Yan Zhendong and said:

"This person came to kick the gym, I wanted to teach him a lesson, who knows..."

Huang Feihong's face darkened, and he scolded:

"Nonsense."

Zhu Rourong didn't dare to talk back, so he could only lower his head and be scolded obediently.

Huang Feihong didn't pay attention to Zhu Rourong anymore, stepped forward and bowed to Yan Zhendong:

"Huang Feihong in Foshan, haven't asked for advice yet?"

Yan Zhendong also clasped his fists and said his name:

"Yan Zhendong, I heard that you are the best fighter in Foshan. I plan to set up a training hall in Foshan to teach students. I want to compete with you today to let the folks and elders know that my Yan family is invincible in martial arts."

Jiang Chen stood aside, silently looking at Huang Feihong, and saw that his eyes were piercing, and he was dressed in a simple robe, standing proudly, standing upright, showing the majesty of a master.

In Jiang Chen's mind, Huang Feihong was a character with his own music. When he saw him, the familiar melody of "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant" would automatically play in his mind, making him a little dazed.

Facing Yan Zhendong's challenge, Huang Feihong just smiled modestly and said:

"There are many martial arts gyms in Foshan, and there are many masters. Although I know some boxing skills, I can't say that I am the best at fighting. I am afraid that you have found the wrong person."

Yan Zhendong could see that Huang Feihong was self-effacing, Zhu Rourong's strength was considered pretty good, since Huang Feihong was qualified to be Zhu Rourong's master, he was not too weak in strength, even if he wasn't number one in Foshan, he should be able to rank The first three.

He came to Baozhilin to challenge him in order to make a name for himself and prepare for opening a martial arts gym in the future, so naturally he couldn't leave easily.

So Shen Sheng said:

"People who practice martial arts don't have to be so mother-in-law. Today's battle is inevitable. You can do it."

Seeing Yan Zhendong's firm attitude, he must fight. Although Huang Feihong didn't want to fight with others for no reason, he would not be afraid of the challenge, so he immediately raised his hand and drew in:

"Okay, since that's the case, please come inside."

With that said, the two of them were welcomed into the courtyard.

Huang Feihong came to the open space in the courtyard, and stood opposite Yan Zhendong, while Jiang Chen, Rourou Rong and the others stood aside to watch the battle.

A young man with buck teeth also came from the backyard to Zhurourong and the others at this time, presumably it was Yachasu.

Huang Feihong's figure was like a green pine standing still, rooted under his feet, motionless like a mountain, he raised his hand to Yan Zhendong and said:

"Please do it."

"watch out."

Yan Zhendong was not polite to Huang Feihong at all, he just raised his hand and punched Huang Feihong on the head, surrounded by howling wind.

Huang Feihong didn't dare to neglect and dealt with it carefully.

Pumbaa!

bang bang!

The two of you come and go, fighting hard.

For a while, shadows of fists flew in the courtyard, and there was a dull sound of fists and feet colliding from time to time.

Relying on his iron shirt to protect his body, Yan Zhendong is almost only attacking but not defending. His moves are fierce, powerful, open and close, and extremely ferocious.

But Huang Feihong used defense instead of offense. No matter what moves Yan Zhendong used, he could firmly block the attack.