The seller of the heavens

"Master..."

Zhu Zhurong wanted to say more, but after being glared at by Huang Feihong, he could only swallow the words on his lips, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Jiang Chen glanced at Zhurourong, and explained to Huang Feihong:

"Actually, what he said is not unreasonable, but I don't mean to take advantage of others' danger. We can make an appointment at another time."

It didn't matter to Huang Feihong, a little consumption of physical strength did not affect his strength.

But what Jiang Chen said made him take a high look and suggested:

"Then let's go to the lobby and have a cup of tea first, please."

"please."

Jiang Chen was not too polite, and followed Huang Feihong into the lobby, and sat down on a mahogany chair.

Ling Yunkai at the side turned around and made two cups of hot tea, and served them to Jiang Chen and Huang Feihong.

Huang Feihong thought that Jiang Chen challenged himself to gain fame, so he asked:

"Brother Jiang also wants to open a shop in Foshan to teach apprentices?"

"Jiang has no such idea."

Jiang Chen knew that Huang Feihong had misunderstood, and explained:

"The reason why I was discussing with Master Huang today is purely because I am happy to see you, and I hope Master Huang will not be offended."

Seeing Jiang Chen's sincere attitude, Huang Feihong didn't mind, nodded slightly and said:

"Of course not. It's common for fellow martial artists to compete with each other. I don't know what sect Brother Jiang is from?"

Jiang Chen only said that he practiced Twelve-Route Tan legs.

Huang Feihong's attitude became a lot more friendly when he heard the words, and he bluntly said that the two of them have quite a relationship with Shaolin, and they can be regarded as half of the same school.

Jiang Chen didn't deny it either, whether it was the Twelve-way Tan legs or the Vigorous Vajra legs, they were all Shaolin's unique skills, and what Huang Feihong said was correct.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the relationship between the two has drawn a lot closer.

People in this era still attach great importance to inheritance and sects. If Jiang Chen makes himself a Shaolin disciple, he will be fine even if he eats and drinks in Baozhi Forest.

Through chatting with Huang Feihong, Jiang Chen also had a preliminary understanding of the current situation in Foshan.

In Foshan, ordinary people are undoubtedly at the bottom of the food chain. The better ones are gangs, martial arts, wealthy businessmen, gentry, and then government forces, and the last ones to be provoked are foreigners.

The incompetence of the Qing court, and the defeat of several foreign wars in succession exposed its external strength and incompetence, which made foreigners even more arrogant, and did not take the Qing court and the Chinese people seriously.

When officials of the Qing court faced foreigners, they were always groveling, for fear of offending the foreigners.

After Jiang Chen listened, he couldn't help asking:

"The situation is difficult now. Master Huang controls the huge militia forces. Hasn't he thought of doing something?"

Huang Feihong smiled wryly:

"I'm just a grassroots citizen with no power or influence. What can I do? Most of the militia members are members of the Black Banner Army. The imperial court has always been jealous of Master Liu and the Black Banner Army. The same is true for the militia. They suppress and restrict them everywhere. I have done my best to keep the vigilante from disbanding."

Jiang Chen secretly thought it was a pity, if Huang Feihong had ambitions, with the power of the militia and his prestige in the local area, it is entirely possible to become a warlord of the separatist side.

Now it seems that Huang Feihong still has a bit of foolish loyalty to the Qing court, and he needs to go through some more experience to realize that the Qing court is rotten to the bone and completely hopeless.

Of course, even if Huang Feihong was desperate for the Qing court, it would be difficult for him to become a warlord with his character.

Jiang Chen stopped talking, and didn't discuss this topic further.

Half an hour later, Huang Feihong's physical strength fully recovered, and the two came to the courtyard, ready to exchange ideas.

"please!"

Huang Feihong stood with his feet uneven, facing Jiang Chen sideways, with one hand behind his back and the other stretched forward, with a free and easy posture.

Jiang Chen's body is relaxed, his hands naturally hang down on his sides, his whole body is relaxed and natural, without the slightest tense posture when he is about to fight.

The two looked at each other, their eyes flickering.

The atmosphere in the entire courtyard seemed to become dignified and tense.

Rou Rourong was full of confidence in his master, and felt that Huang Feihong's strength was already at the top of the list, and it was hard to find an opponent in the whole world, let alone Jiang Chen.

He was very relaxed about this competition, stood aside, touched Ling Yunkai beside him with his elbow, and asked casually:

"Junior Brother, how many tricks do you think this Jiang Chen can last?"

After thinking for a while, Ling Yunkai said seriously:

"Master has already shown great strength in the previous competition with Yan Zhendong. Under such circumstances, Ji Chongchong dared to challenge Master. He should have a few brushes, and he should be able to support thirty or fifty moves."

Pork Rong shook his head disapprovingly, and said:

"You still don't know much about these young warriors. I don't think he can survive ten moves at most. If the master uses his real skills from the beginning, I'm afraid he can be defeated in two or three moves."

Although Ling Yunkai disagreed with Rourourong's opinion, he didn't argue, but just looked at the two people in the courtyard intently.

"Master Huang, offended."

As Jiang Chen said, he stepped on the ground, and his figure suddenly moved, like a cannon being ejected from its chamber, a gust of wind was blown up, and he crossed a distance of three meters in an instant, appearing in front of Huang Feihong.

As soon as he lifted his right foot, like an iron whip, he kicked it out with a strong wind, and directly grabbed Huang Feihong's foot.

As soon as he started, Jiang Chen showed a powerful explosive power.

Huang Feihong didn't show any weakness, he also kicked out a kick and met the attack with a shadowless kick.

Peng!

The two powerful forces collided with each other, and there was an explosion.

At the moment when his legs collided, Huang Feihong only felt a violent and ferocious force coming from Jiang Chen's legs, his expression changed, and his figure was involuntarily kicked back by that powerful force.

After sliding two meters away, Huang Feihong's feet sank, and Kacha broke the green brick with a loud sound, only then could he barely stop his retreat.

Seeing Huang Feihong being forced back by Jiang Chen's move, Zhurou Rong's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help frowning:

"how so?"

Ling Yunkai also had a shocked expression on his face, he couldn't believe it.

Only Yachasu didn't understand martial arts, so he was just a spectator.

Huang Feihong looked at Jiang Chen in amazement, and praised:

"Brother Jiang has such strong legs."

Originally thought that Jiang Chen was young, and his martial arts should not be too high, but he found that he had underestimated Jiang Chen just after a fight.

The powerful force that Jiang Chen erupted from that leg was simply the only thing he had ever seen in his life.

After a collision, Huang Feihong felt his calf a little numb. He simply doubted how the human body could possess such monster-like power.

‘Could it be that this person has the physique of innate divine power in the legend? '

Huang Feihong didn't know that Jiang Chen practiced internally and externally. He not only practiced the twelve-way Tan legs, but also practiced the powerful Vajra legs.

After learning part of the kicking skills of the red-footed Zapp, his leg strength has improved a bit, which can be called the limit of the human body.

In a pure competition of strength, Huang Feihong could not be Jiang Chen's opponent no matter what.

Facing Jiang Chen's astonishing strength, after Huang Feihong's initial surprise and solemnity, he felt delighted again.

Although there are many masters in Foshan, there are very few who can threaten him.

As a warrior, Huang Feihong hadn't met an opponent who could fight with all his strength for a long time.

He laughed loudly:

"Good skill, come again."

As he said that, his figure floated, like a crane flying across the sky, light and swift, he flashed in front of Jiang Chen, and raised his hand to punch Jiang Chen's chest.

Roar!

When the fist broke through the air, it made a sound like a tiger roaring, which was breathtaking.