Of course, Lin Feng couldn't let her face three masters alone, so he quickly jumped out of the car. Just when he was about to speak, He Ming had already walked towards Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, right? We are here to compete with you.
Please let the female police officer leave."
Murong Zining, who was about to grab the business, didn't expect that these three people were not coming for her. She moved lightly and arrived in front of Lin Feng. She opened her eyes and shouted: "Are you three here to compete? Okay, tell me, come on.
Where to compete? How to compete?"
He Ming obviously didn't know Murong Zining, but he was a little wary of her status as a second-level police officer, and seeing her staggering a little when she got out of the car, He Ming even looked down on her. He smiled evilly and said: "The location of the competition.
It’s your choice, the time is tonight! And it’s you, Lin Feng, competing against the three of us! Do you understand?”
Of course, He Ming said this to Lin Feng. He wanted to help Chao Shao vent his anger. It didn't matter if he injured Lin Feng. He was just a student from the police academy. Paying some money would definitely solve the problem. He Ming couldn't just casually injure a second-level police officer.
Prison, this woman is not something they can offend casually.
In fact, it was said that it was a martial arts competition, and it was because He Ming saw the presence of Murong Zining that he temporarily changed his mind. His original intention was to rush forward and beat up Lin Feng.
Lin Feng had already been observing the body shape and footwork of these three people. He knew that all three of them were martial arts masters, and their martial arts skills were not weak. Judging from Lin Feng's observation, He Ming, who was well-proportioned, should practice
The tall and thin one is an internal boxing style, and the short and fat one seems to be a master of southern boxing.
When these three people came together, Lin Feng's mind flashed, and he suddenly thought of the Shaolin Martial Arts School! So Lin Feng smiled and said: "I understand! You are from the Shaolin Martial Arts School, and your purpose is just to beat me up, right?
Right?" Seeing that the three of them remained silent, Lin Feng put his arm in front of Murong Zining and said, "Instructor, you should go back to the car, they are here for me."
Murong Zining also saw that the three people's martial arts were very high. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that Lin Feng's martial arts must be better than hers, and then said: "I can retreat a little, but you can't hurt anyone!" She was obviously worried too.
Lin Feng drank so much that he would get hurt if he was careless.
He Ming and the other two couldn't help but admire Lin Feng's calm appearance when facing the three of them. Hearing that Lin Feng called Murong Zining an instructor, and she was a woman, He Ming felt a chill in his heart:
Murong Zining, the famous violent instructor at the police force? Could it really be her? He Ming suddenly felt that tonight's operation might fail.
Lin Feng pushed Murong Zining's shoulder and said with a smile: "Instructor, don't worry about this matter. They are the ones who need to worry about getting hurt! You asked me not to hurt others...I'm afraid I can't control it.
Ah, hehe."
Murong Zining thought for a while, spread her hands and said, "Okay, you are just trying to show off, right? I won't care if I beat you to death." She got into the car angrily, sat on the driver's seat, and looked coldly at the four people outside the window.
Still a little worried.
In front of Lin Feng's Audi Q7, several cars happened to have driven away, leaving a large space free. Lin Feng took two steps forward and said, "Please, don't damage my car. You are coming together."
, or come one by one?”
When He Ming faced such a young police college student, it was really difficult for him to tell him what he said when we were together, so He Ming gritted his teeth and said: "Two brothers, help me raid the formation and let me take care of this kid.
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The other two people, one tall and one short, also thought this was a bit funny. This kid was just an arrogant police college student. He Ming was so proud of him for taking action in person, and even invited the two of them from the Sports University. It was simply
It's unnecessary. The two of them are indeed proud of themselves. The shorter one wears an iron cloth shirt and practices kung fu. With the iron bridge skills of Nanquan, and the body shape of a man with axles, he rarely suffers losses in martial arts competitions. The taller one rarely suffers losses in martial arts competitions.
He is the vice chairman of the Chinese Baguazhang Association. He has profound knowledge in Baguazhang and has countless disciples across the country.
He Ming stepped forward, clasped his hands and said, "Lin Feng, please give me some advice on Bajiquan." He was fully prepared for a martial arts competition. At the same time, he left a way out for the other party and for himself. Generally speaking, martial arts competitions are all about this.
It's all about hitting the target, and even if your skill is higher than the opponent's, it will rarely hurt anyone.
Lin Feng also clasped his fists and said: "Master He, I just practice Kung Fu randomly for fun. I don't have any sect. Haha, please forgive me."
The two of them took a step back, and He Ming shook his hand: "It doesn't matter, there is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. Since you defeated the five coaches of our Shaolin Martial Arts School, I, He Ming, will always stand up for them. Lin Feng, you can take action."
!" He Ming showed the starting position of Bajiquan and opened the martial arts frame. As expected, his steps were steady and powerful, and he looked like a master.
Lin Feng scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Master He, um... I'm not used to attacking others on my own initiative. You should strike first, otherwise I won't know where to hit you."
He Ming's eyes became gloomy: What on earth did the other party mean? He didn't care too much at the moment. He bowed his front leg and struck out with one move. His momentum was fierce and the wind of his fist was whistling. At the same time, he also
Accompanied by his loud shout!
The fat one and the thin one looked at He Ming's martial arts and nodded slightly. On the other hand, Lin Feng's lazy look shook his head. These two are experts in martial arts. As the saying goes, an expert can tell when he reaches out.
Is there any? Just seeing the two people's martial arts before taking over, of course you will understand who has it and who doesn't.
Lin Feng took half a step back, and He Ming's punch missed. However, how could He Ming's attack be so easily dodged? He quickly followed up with his footsteps, whoop! Another punch, fiercely.
Attacked. Bajiquan is an extremely powerful boxing technique, especially for a foreign master like He Ming who has not yet developed the dark strength. When he used it, the wind of the fist roared, shaking the air.
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Lin Feng took another step back, suddenly turned around, his figure flashed, and he hit He Ming on the shoulder with a simple right straight punch. Although he only used five points of force, He Ming was hit by this punch.
He was so beaten that his body flew into the air, his feet lifted off the ground, and flew more than a foot away. Then he made a plop, unable to hold his feet back, and fell to the ground.
"Huh?" The two, one fat and one thin, suddenly exclaimed in surprise. They opened their eyes in disbelief. Seeing Lin Feng's indifferent expression, his relaxed and indifferent look, it was as if he had knocked down a little ant.
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They knew He Ming's skills. Although He Ming was not as good as them, He Ming's kung fu was definitely considered a master in the world! With He Ming's calmness, he was actually knocked away by Lin Feng's punch.
...How much power does this kid have in his fist? The two of them couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and their hearts pounded.
The tactics Lin Feng used this time were very simple, which was to hit the opponent head-on with absolute strength and speed. He did not use any interstellar fighting skills, because Lin Feng felt that fighting like this would make people feel more trapped.
The feeling of being oppressed by my own powerful aura is a very pleasant feeling.
He Ming quickly got up. His right shoulder, which had been punched by Lin Feng, felt like it was broken. Sweat suddenly dripped down his face. He endured the pain and panted for a while. When he wanted to continue rushing up, he collapsed.
He lost all his strength and was defeated by this young man with one move. Although it was a bit embarrassing, this competition was all real and there was nothing false about it. He had already lost his fighting power, and if he went up to it again, he would be looking for abuse.
The fat master smiled kindly and said, "Brother He, please take a rest."
This gave He Ming a big step up. He Ming was grateful, nodded and returned to the thin master, staring at Lin Feng and paying attention to the situation on the field.
Murong Zining in the car also saw the depth of He Ming's skills from He Ming's attacks. A master like her always likes to think about whether he can achieve a certain level with his own ability.
...At this moment, Murong Zining was just thinking, if she was the one facing He Ming, would she be able to defeat He Ming with one punch like Lin Feng did?
Murong Zining secretly shook her head. She knew how powerful she was. Although her skills had improved a lot today, she was still not sure that she could defeat He Ming, a master of Bajiquan, with one punch. This Lin Feng was really powerful.
The fat master came to Lin Feng and praised with a smile: "Lin Feng, good kung fu! I'm going to Nanquan Nanzhuang, please give me some advice." He held his fists deeply, showed enough etiquette, then took a step back, and yelled ha-ha
, both fists came out, the veins on the thick arms jumped, and the muscles bulged, showing the heavy power of the fists.
His legs were rooted to the ground, and his horse stance was extremely stable. It seemed that his skills were much stronger than He Ming's.
Now that Lin Feng has shown his strength, he no longer pretends to be a pig, so he slightly bows his legs, raises his hand to close the door, and says with a smile: "Master Nan, please."
When Nan Zhuangzhuang's fists were swung, the momentum was even stronger. Lin Feng could even see that the force in his fists was more than a thousand kilograms, and the power could be concentrated on one point, with very little leakage. Lin Feng slid forward.
In front of him, he prepared to continue using the same moves and knock the stocky Nanquan master away with one punch.
Chi...
Nan Zhuangzhuang shouted loudly, got off his horse and punched out with his right hand, aiming towards Lin Feng's chest. This was like stepping straight into the palace.
Lin Feng turned slightly, made a fist with his left hand, and used his forearm to block Nan Zhuangzhuang's thick arm. He punched out his right fist at the same time, and with a loud bang... he hit Nan Zhuangzhuang's chest!
Lin Feng only felt a raw pain on his left forearm, as if he had been hit by a stick. The place where his right fist landed was extremely heavy, and his fist was even stung so much that it hurt. However, with Lin Feng's strength, the effect was still
Yes, that is, Nan Zhuangzhuang was beaten so hard that he jumped back more than half a foot.
Nan Zhuangzhuang shook his head, roared, and attacked again! Lin Feng was immediately surprised: "Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt? There are really people who practice this kind of kung fu. This guy's whole body is as strong as iron."