Internal Master

After the young man stabilized his body, he did not rush to fight back against Han Feng. Instead, he looked at Han Feng with a look of gaze on his face, and then said, "Who are you looking for? Who brought you in?"

Originally, he thought this guy was the kind of person with developed limbs and simple minds, but he didn't expect that his mind was quite flexible. After being tripped, he rushed up to fight without being angry and embarrassed. Instead, he asked such a thing, and Han Feng was a little surprised at his performance.

"Yang Cheng." Han Feng said.

The young man suddenly said, "So you know your uncle! You said it earlier! I was really sorry just now. Brother, I was a little offended, please forgive me! By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Zhi, I don't know you, brother..."

"Korean Feng."

Yang Zhi's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "So you are Han Feng! Haha, the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple..."

After knowing Han Feng's identity, Yang Zhi became enthusiastic. After talking for a long time, Han Feng finally realized that this man was his cheap cousin and his uncle's only son.

Han Feng has no feelings for this cheap cousin, and he has no reaction to his enthusiasm, so he can do whatever he wants.

"Han Feng, I heard that you performed well during military training, and you also had a record of fighting with the instructor... I was accidentally caught and almost tripped by you. Haha... Come on, I like sports, let's talk..."

Han Feng was about to refuse, but when he saw Yang Zhi silently, he picked up the big fist of the sand bowl and suddenly smashed it into his head.

In desperation, Han Feng had to turn his head, and Yang Zhi's fist yelled and hit his ear, with a very fast speed.

Han Feng did not want to engage in the so-called competition with him, so he had no intention of fighting and did not fight back. However, at this time, Yang Zhi's fist suddenly changed into a palm, and he opened his palm and swept horizontally...

Han Feng was not prepared for his hand and quickly fell backwards, but his speed was still a little slower. Yang Zhi's index and middle fingers wiped his cheek and swept it. From a distance, it seemed as if Han Feng was slapped by Yang Zhi.

After that, Yang Zhi did not stop. The next attack was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, one move after another, full of power!

Although Yang Zhi's speed and strength at this moment reached his usual best state, he did not hit Han Feng once afterwards, and was successfully avoided by Han Feng every time.

Seeing that he was getting more and more greedy, Han Feng was forced out by him. He snorted coldly and stopped dodging and punched him at the fist he smashed. However, Han Feng's way of clenching his fist had a universe inside, his thumb was located above the index finger and middle finger, and the middle finger protruded slightly outward, forming a sharp bulge.

"Bang!"

A dull sound!

Yang Zhi took two steps back, and the heart-wrenching pain came from the fist, which made it a little difficult for Yang Zhi to clench his right hand.

But at this time, he had no time to observe his injuries, because Han Feng launched a fierce attack this time.

Yang Zhi used fists, but Han Feng used legs!

"call--"

A figure of leg attacked directly towards his forehead at a very fast speed. Yang Zhi did not dare to fight hard and had to retreat again.

Leg shadows are everywhere!

Yang Zhi was shocked to find that the other party was much faster than his own. He tried his best to dodge, but it was still useless.

"Bang bang bang!"

In just a moment, Yang Zhi had been kicked three times in the chest.

Yang Zhi was hit hard in his chest, and he felt that his soul seemed to be shaken by kicking, and he couldn't lift it up in one breath.

Han Feng wanted to make up for him, but at this time, a loud shout came out of his ear: "Stop!"

"Hu——" Han Feng's right foot instantly stayed less than five centimeters from Yang Zhi's chest. The airflow generated by the rapid slash even blew a small depression in the heart of Yang Zhi's tight vest on his chest.

Han Feng retracted his legs and looked up and saw a thin old man standing not far away with his gray hair standing upright. He had a pair of sharp and vivid eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. Standing next to him was Yang Cheng, who looked like a headache.

The sound just now was made by this old man, and it was obvious that he was Yang Xinglin.

"Xiaozhi, are you okay?"

Yang Xinglin quickly walked to Yang Zhi, who was coughing while covering his chest and asked with concern.

"Ahem...I'm fine...He's so fast!"

Yang Xinglin pulled Yang Zhi's vest and saw a red foot print appear on his chest. He pressed it with his hand a few times, but Yang Zhi didn't feel any pain, but he was very surprised, why did such an obvious footprint appear?

When Yang Xinglin was checking Yang Zhi's injuries, Yang Cheng secretly bowed to Han Feng a few times, then turned around and asked, "Dad, is Xiaozhi okay?"

Yang Xinglin said: "It should be nothing serious if you didn't hurt the bones. Take him to Lao Zhao's side and ask him to help you check it out, and do a massage to activate the blood stasis."

"Oh." Yang Cheng nodded, helped Yang Zhi sitting on the ground and left.

Yang Xinglin looked at Han Feng, and Han Feng was also looking at Yang Xinglin.

Neither of them spoke. After looking at Xiaoyan for a long time, Yang Xinglin finally showed a smile on his face: "Can you play chess?"

Han Feng nodded.

"Okay! Let's go and kill two pieces!" As he said that, Yang Xinglin raised his legs and walked towards the plum blossom pavilion in the middle of the small garden.

Yang Cheng helped Yang Zhi to a small courtyard in the southeast corner of the Yang family mansion, which was the residence of Yang Xinglin's comrade Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong worked as a guard by Yang Xinglin for almost twenty years and lived here since he retired.

"Yang Cheng, are you guys..." Zhao Dong was taking care of the herbs he had grown in the small yard. When he raised his eyes, he saw Yang Cheng helping Yang Zhi walk in. It seemed that Yang Zhi seemed to be in a bad state.

Yang Chengdao: "Uncle Dong, Xiaozhi accidentally got hurt. My dad said he would like to help him massage."

Zhao Dong stood up, patted the soil on his hand, then came to Yang Zhi and asked, "Where is the injury?"

"Chest." Yang Cheng pulled up Yang Zhi's clothes, revealing the footprint.

After seeing it, Zhao Dong was slightly stunned: "Is someone kicked?"

Yang Zhi nodded: "Yes."

"How many feet?"

"Three-legged." Yang Zhi remembers this very clearly.

"The footwork is extremely accurate, and all three kicks are in the same position." Zhao Dong said while checking Yang Zhi.

Yang Cheng asked a little worriedly: "Uncle Dong, is Xiaozhi okay with this injury? These footprints look scary."

Yang Cheng was speechless with Han Feng. He was not a person who likes to cause trouble, but every time he was wrong, he seemed to automatically come to him. Just now, he and the old man saw the whole process of the fight between him and Yang Zhi, and knew that it was not Han Feng's fault, but Yang Zhi, the stinky brat, was itchy and he asked Han Feng to practice. Yang Zhi practiced Xingyiquan, which emphasized "to meet an enemy like a fire, and to fight hard without any obstacles." Once the attack began, it was like a tiger going down the mountain, one after another. It may be this reason that caused Han Feng's anger, so when he counterattacked, he simply attacked fiercely, one after another.

Han Feng's speed was indeed very fast, so fast that even Yang Chengdu didn't see how many moves he had made. He only saw a piece of legs, and then he heard a few dull sounds of kicking his feet onto the flesh.

If the old man hadn't called out early, then with the last kick, Yang Cheng would have been worried that Yang Zhi's sternum would have been kicked off.

Zhao Dong checked and said, "It's okay, it's just some blood stasis. The other party showed mercy. He could leave such a large piece of blood stasis on Yang Zhi's chest, and could directly use internal force to damage his internal organs. Yang Zhi, you can also mess with such an internal master who can easily control and release. Do you think your life is too long?"

“…”

Yang Zhi and Yang Cheng looked at each other without saying anything.

They knew that Uncle Dong was an internal master, and Yang Zhi learned Xingyiquan from him. He used his skill to escape danger on the battlefield many times and rescued the old man from the brink of death. The master he mentioned was naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

But the person who kicked Yang Zhi was Han Feng! In this way, Han Feng is an internal expert? How is this possible?

"There are only a few masters of internal leg skills now. They shouldn't be as knowledgeable as younger generations like you." Zhao Dong thought for a long time, and felt a little unreasonable, so he asked, "Yang Zhi, who injured you?"

"Uh... it's Han Feng."
Chapter completed!