With Zhang Xiaofeng's current strength, even if Lang Dexi punched him fiercely just now, it would never cause any damage to him. However, the opponent's internal strength, boxing skills, and sudden deliberate concession made him extremely surprised.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly remembered when he had seen the boxing technique used by Lang Dexi. It was more than ten years ago. The five brothers of the Wen family of the Shiliang sect once used this boxing technique to fight against him. Later, all five brothers
Death.
Zhang Xiaofeng took a step back and shouted with a look of surprise on his face: "You are using the Storm Fist. This is the Kung Fu of the Shiliang sect. Is your master the ancestor of the green robe?"
Ximenlang was stunned and stood there. He didn't expect that his father was so well-informed. Just by seeing him perform a move, he revealed the origin of his boxing skills and his inheritance. He remembered that his master's wife Hong Jiao once told him not to do anything to him.
When anyone mentioned his master's affairs, he shook his head and said, "I don't know either."
He asked what kind of boxing technique he was using. When I was in country Y, I met an old beggar who was picking up rags. Seeing how pitiful he was, I bought him some food. Later he taught me Kung Fu..." Lie to him
It was an extremely simple thing to tell, and in an instant, a lie was born.
Zhang Xiaofeng's heart moved and he quickly asked: "Is that old beggar tall, bald, and only has one right arm?"
A flash of surprise flashed in Ximen Lang's eyes. Why, does he know my master? He nodded and said, "Yes, he is an old monk with only one arm. Why, do you know him?"
Hearing his answer, Zhang Xiaofeng thought to himself that the man must be the ancestor of the green robe. It turned out that he went to country Y after escaping from Heignan. He asked in a deep voice: "Where is this monk now? Where is he in country Y?"
Please tell me the location quickly?"
Ximen Lang sighed softly and said: "He is dead. He died because he went crazy while practicing martial arts..."
"What, Lupao is dead?" Zhang Xiaofeng looked disappointed. Although he and the Lupao ancestor were once sworn enemies, after they surrendered each other, Lupao also helped him a lot. Therefore,
He had just cleared up all his previous grudges and let the big devil go. Who would have thought that now news of his death would come.
Ximenlang nodded and said, "Yes, he is dead."
Zhang Xiaofeng had a sad look on his face and sighed: "It's a pity that a generation of martial arts master passed away like this. I didn't even see him for the last time. Alas!" He looked over and asked again: "Then you learn kung fu from him, surely.
I have frequent contact with him, have you seen his wife and daughter?"
Ximen Lang was even more surprised. What was going on? He even knew that my master had a wife and daughter. It was strange! He lied again and said: "I have never seen the master's wife and daughter. According to the neighbors, the master had a wife before."
With his daughter, his wife is
A disabled woman with two leg problems, using crutches, and a dirty little girl following her. However, not long after arriving in country Y, the woman started taking drugs, and later became crazy because she had no money to buy drugs.
He strangled his daughter and then committed suicide..."
"Ah...Hong Jiao is dead too!" Zhang Xiaofeng was even more shocked. He had always thought that Hong Jiao was a strong-willed woman who could not be beaten to death. Unexpectedly, she died like this after being contaminated by drugs. He thought that the reason for her disability in her legs was
The acupuncture points on my legs were hit by his steel needle, and I felt even more apologetic.
For a moment, the remaining hatred in his heart was wiped out. Zhang Xiaofeng felt empty in his heart, and said a little lost: "They are dead... they are all dead... I will never see them again..."
Ximen Lang stared at his face with a slightly cunning gaze, secretly guessing whether he and my master were friends or enemies!
Seeing that the fight between father and son had just ended, Zhang Juanjuan let out a long breath, and the big stone hanging in her heart finally fell to the ground. However, seeing her father's distracted look at this time, she asked in panic: "Old man
Dad, what’s wrong with you?”
Hearing his daughter's voice, Zhang Xiaofeng came back to his senses, and then said with relief: "It's nothing, people are always going to die, no one can escape, this is the law of life. However, their family all died violently, so their souls
They are wandering and unable to return to the underworld. Tomorrow I will invite the eminent monks from Qiu Ming Temple to save them, so that they can escape from the sea of suffering and go to the Paradise of Paradise in the West as soon as possible."
Hey, it seems that he was very kind to my master. After hearing the news of his death, he believed it to be true and even went to find a monk to recite sutras for salvation. Maybe the two of them were sworn friends!
Ximen Lang always felt that his master, his wife, and his senior sister were all his relatives. Hearing that his father once valued them so seriously, he couldn't help but feel moved and said: "Thank you." Then he laughed at himself, and all three of them were living well.
Yes, there is no need for your salvation at all.
Although he felt that lying like this would be disrespectful to his master and others, Ximen Lang obeyed his master's wife's warning and did not reveal their whereabouts to others.
Zhang Xiaofeng said: "No need to thank me, this is what I should do. After all, we all know each other." After saying that, his face was covered with frost and he said coldly: "Now, it's time to settle the accounts between us.
, you guy secretly practiced the Hunyuan Gong of my Huashan sect without my permission, and you even reached the sixth level.
, This is really unreasonable. According to the sect rules of Huashan Sect, those who practice martial arts in our sect privately will be killed without mercy, so you must die..." At the end, he spoke in a stern voice, raised his right arm, and mixed his skills.
The surge made his sleeves bulge, as if a hair dryer was constantly blowing air inside.
A staggering scene appeared. In the tiger house four or five meters away from him, the blood-condensing sword lying on the tiger bed felt the strong surging airflow. The sword kept trembling and made a soft buzzing sound, and then
There was a crisp dragon roar, the sword was suddenly unsheathed, and red light spread across the room. The man in the corner who was eating roast chicken screamed in fright, and hurriedly fell to the ground without moving.
The blood-coagulated sword flew towards the window like lightning, smashing the glass window. With the clear sound of shattering glass, it flew to Zhang Xiaofeng's right hand and pressed hard against Ximen Lang's neck. The red light on the sword reflected Ximen Lang's red color.
The ugly face looked extremely strange in the night.
"Do you have any last words? Say it quickly. In five seconds, your head will fall to the ground!" Zhang Xiaofeng's dark eyes were full of murderous intent. Secretly learning martial arts is a taboo for martial arts practitioners. He will never do it.
show mercy.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Juanjuan was so frightened that he almost fainted and screamed hurriedly: "Dad, you must not do that, he is..." She was about to tell the truth, but found Xiaolang's sharp eyes staring at her.
She paused for fear that this stubborn brother would do something drastic, so she stopped in a hurry and changed her words: "I taught him Hunyuan Gong. He doesn't even know what's going on. Dad, you can punish him if you want."