The seller of the heavens

After dozens of moves like this, Yan Zhendong's physical fitness inevitably slipped from the peak state, and his offensive was slightly weaker.

Huang Feihong seized a gap, and kicked out suddenly between the lightning and flint. The angle was so ingenious, he cleverly avoided the defensive range of Yan Zhendong's boxing, and kicked Yan Zhendong's chest suddenly, kicking him to the ground. Teng Deng stepped back a few steps, then clasped his fists and said:

"Brother Yan's strength is really extraordinary. How about we draw in today's competition?"

Huang Feihong's tone was gentle and his attitude was kind, without the slightest pride after winning a punch, just like a modest gentleman, showing an extraordinary demeanor.

"snort!"

Yan Zhendong thought he would be able to easily defeat Huang Feihong, but he didn't expect that in the real fight, he fell into a disadvantage, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Reaching out to brush off the dust on his clothes, he looked at Huang Feihong coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"Huang Feihong, don't think that you can win by kicking me. Although your fists are powerful, they can't break my iron shirt. Today we have to decide the winner."

As he said that, he jumped up, and kicked Huang Feihong with his leg like a shooting star from the sky, swiftly and fiercely.

Huang Feihong didn't expect that he had already given enough face, but Yan Zhendong didn't appreciate it. He stubbornly insisted on deciding the winner. In desperation, he could only dodge to avoid Yan Zhendong's kick, and then continued to fight.

This time, Huang Feihong decided not to hold back.

He first took a few steps back to avoid Yan Zhendong's continuous offensive, and then showed his shadowless kick, his moves were invisible and as fast as lightning.

Just heard two crisp sounds.

Amidst the sound of the air explosion, Huang Feihong's legs flashed past as afterimages.

Within two moves, Yan Zhendong's fierce offensive was blocked, and his indomitable momentum was exhausted.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Feihong launched a fierce attack, his body moved suddenly, rolled up several leg shadows and hit Yan Zhendong back again and again.

Huang Feihong's moves were more subtle than Yan Zhendong's. Yan Zhendong couldn't defend tightly at all. After a mistake, he was kicked several times immediately.

Dongdong, Dongdong!

Huang Feihong's shadowless kick kicked Yan Zhendong's body, making a series of dull sounds like bronze bells.

There was an extremely fierce force in that foot, even with Yan Zhendong's strong defense ability of the iron cloth shirt, he couldn't fully bear it, and he was kicked so that his blood surged.

Although the iron cloth shirt is strong, it is not indestructible after all. Huang Feihong is proficient in many martial arts, including many special moves for horizontal kung fu.

After the two sides fought more than 30 moves, Yan Zhendong was hit several times one after another. The blue clothes were covered with gray and white footprints, and he looked quite embarrassed.

Jiang Chen saw clearly from the side, knowing that Yan Zhendong's boxing skills were still inferior to Huang Feihong's, and he was really not Huang Feihong's opponent in a fight.

However, it is not easy for Huang Feihong to completely defeat Yan Zhendong. After all, Yan Zhendong's iron shirt is not in vain. Two or three blows would probably result in serious injury.

Ordinary warriors are strong in offense and weak in defense, and Huang Feihong was no exception.

In the arena, Yan Zhendong was kicked back three steps. After he stood still, his face flushed, and he didn't know whether the surge of Qi and blood was caused by exercise or injury.

After this fight, although he was extremely unwilling, he also recognized the facts and knew that he was indeed not Huang Feihong's opponent.

He didn't make any more moves, but surrendered with a black face:

"Foshan Huang Feihong really lived up to his reputation. I lost today."

Although Huang Feihong won, he did not show the slightest complacency. He maintained a humble and gentle attitude, and said with a smile:

"Okay, Master Yan's iron shirt is also an eye-opener for Mr. Huang, why don't you go to the lobby and have a cup of tea, let's chat?"

Yan Zhendong lost the punch and was in a bad mood. He didn't want to stay in Baozhilin any longer, so he refused coldly:

"No need, I have nothing to say when my skills are not as good as others, Yan Mou will leave."

With that said, he turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen stepped forward and asked:

"Brother Yan, where are you staying for the past two days? I'll go find you for tea another day."

Yan Zhendong's complexion was very ugly. He was extremely proud of his own martial arts. He was conceited that few people in the world were his opponents. He didn't expect to lose to Huang Feihong just after arriving in Foshan. This was a great blow to his self-confidence.

But facing Jiang Chen's question, he still replied patiently:

"If you want to find me, you can go to the Deyang Inn on the street."

Seeing Yan Zhendong's back walking out of the gate, Jiang Chen was not in a hurry to leave. It was rare to meet a master-level master like Huang Feihong, and he also wanted to have a few tricks with him.

He turned around, cupped his fists at Huang Feihong and said:

"Jiang Chen, I have also practiced legwork for two years, and I have long heard of Master Huang's fame of Foshan Shadowless Legs. I wonder if I am lucky enough to ask Master Huang for a lesson or two?"

Pork Rong immediately shouted in dissatisfaction when he heard the words:

"You kid is too much. My master has just gone through a big battle, and his physical strength has been exhausted. You jumped out to challenge at this time, obviously because you want to take advantage of it."

Huang Feihong turned his head and glared at him, and scolded:

"Shirong, don't talk nonsense."

"That's what it is."

Although Zhu Rourong was afraid of Master's majesty, he still muttered a little unconvinced, and then said to Jiang Chen:

"But you made a mistake, kid. Even if you take advantage of others, you can't be my master's opponent. I have seen a lot of young people like you. I have only practiced three-legged cat kung fu for a few years and don't pay attention to others. Here, I want to challenge my predecessors and make a name for myself.

I don't need my master to do it, I can defeat you alone. "

He said, rolled up his sleeves, and was ready to do it.

Having been defeated by Yan Zhendong in the previous move, Zhurou Rong has always been brooding in his heart, and he naturally doesn't have a good impression of Jiang Chen who is with Yan Zhendong.

Thinking about defeating Jiang Chen, he could somehow save some face.

Zhu Rourong had one thought in his heart at this moment: I can't beat Yan Zhendong, a senior, so can I still beat you, Jiang Chen?

Jiang Chen didn't have the idea of ​​fighting Zhurourong. With Zhuzhurong's strength, he could defeat Zhurong with a single kick. There was really no need to fight, so he shook his head and said:

"You are not my opponent, I don't think there is any need to do it."

Jiang Chen showed an arrogant attitude, which made Zhurou Rong angry, his face twitched, he clenched his fists, and said angrily:

"Arrogance, how do you know I'm not an opponent if you haven't fought before?"

As he said, he was about to shake his fist.

Snapped!

As soon as he raised his fist, Huang Feihong held it down and shouted:

"Shirong, don't be presumptuous."

Huang Feihong has always been very strict with his disciples.

In terms of teaching his disciples, he is still very conservative. He believes in the idea that strict teachers lead to high-quality disciples, and he also restricts the words and deeds of his disciples, so as not to cause trouble for his disciples who have learned boxing techniques.