First, I pay my respects to Heaven and Earth, and secondly, I pay my respects to Brother Guan...
Before Ye Fan could fully react and didn't see Brother Guan, Huang Feihu pulled him to complete the sworn ceremony.
The two became sworn brothers.
Ye Fan looked at the blood stains on his fingers and couldn't understand Huang Feihu's intention for a moment.
He just came over today to take a look and get to know each other. Why did he suddenly have a big brother?
"Brother Ye, from now on, you and I are brothers of life and death."
Huang Feihu patted Ye Fan heavily on the shoulder:
"There is no need to talk about dying in the same year, the same month and the same day, but it is necessary to share the hardships and share the blessings."
"If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know and I will do my best to help you."
"The eight thousand disciples of the Martial Alliance will always be your back-up."
This means that Ye Fan can really walk sideways in Zhonghai in the future.
Huang Xuanwu and Huniu were in a daze, still unable to accept this scene.
Over the years, countless people wanted to call Huang Feihu brothers, and there were even popular dignitaries, but Huang Feihu never looked at each other directly.
Today, Huang Feihu took the initiative to befriend Ye Fan, which made Huniu and the others feel ridiculous.
Ye Fan came back to his senses and then smiled bitterly: "President Huang..."
"President Huang, we are brothers. I am a few years older than you. Just call me Brother Tiger."
Huang Feihu put on a serious face and said:
"Unless you look down on my old bones."
Hearing Huang Feihu say this, Ye Fan could only smile helplessly:
"Brother Hu, how could I be worthy enough to let you look at me so highly?"
Huang Feihu said nothing nonsense: "Farewell, mother-in-law, do you want to recognize me as your brother?"
Huang Feihu was so frank and forthright, Ye Fan no longer hesitated:
"It is a great honor for Ye Fan to become brothers with Brother Hu."
People in the world are all about face. With Huang Feihu being so enthusiastic, Ye Fan really couldn't bear to refuse, and there didn't seem to be any harm in doing so.
"Hahaha, happy, happy."
Huang Feihu laughed very happily, and then waved his hand:
"Xuanwu, Huniu, come here, I have met Ye Fan."
Huniu dismissed her arrogance and looked at Ye Fan with a complicated expression: "I have met Uncle Ye."
Her intestines were about to turn green. If she had known she would have hugged Ye Fan's thigh to recognize her big brother when they were at Spring Villa.
If you do it now, you will fall for a lifetime, and you will no longer be able to tease Ye Fan anymore.
Huang Xuanwu also took a step forward and said with a smile: "I've met Uncle Ye."
Ye Fan rubbed his head: "Old Huang, just call me Ye Fan."
He could still accept it when Huniu called him uncle, but Huang Xuanwu called him uncle, which made Ye Fan feel weak.
Huang Xuanwu said respectfully:
"That won't work. The Martial Alliance pays great attention to etiquette. You are the brother of the president, so I can't be neither big nor small."
Ye Fan looked helpless.
"Uncle Master, you just said that you could perfect the Thirty-Six Fists of Feihu?"
Huniu struck while the iron was hot: "I wonder how you plan to modify it?"
Huang Feihu smiled and nodded: "Yes, brother, tell me your thoughts."
"These thirty-six powerful punches are considered the foundation of the Huang family and have been passed down to several generations. It would be a pity to throw them away."
"If it can be improved, even if it is not as powerful as it is now, it can still comfort our ancestors."
There was a trace of regret and a trace of hope on his face.
Huang Xuanwu also looked at Ye Fan with ardent eyes.
"Feihu's thirty-six punches, the missing ones are seven, fourteen, twenty-one, and twenty-eight."
"But if you want to perfect it, the sixth move needs to be changed."
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense. He took a step forward, stood in the middle of the open space, looked around at everyone and said:
"Watch it!"
After finishing speaking, Ye Fan moved his steps and his momentum exploded.
The fists are like dragons, soaring over rivers and seas; the feet are like wheels, stepping on stars and catching the moon.
Ye Fan's movements were as light as flying and as heavy as thunder. His shape was like a falcon catching a rabbit, and his spirit was like a cat catching a mouse. He punched out four incomplete punches in one go.
Tiger and tiger make wind.
Then he changed his movements and started from the beginning, performing a full thirty-six punches.
The fists kept flying, the shadows of the fists kept superimposing, and with every move he made, Ye Fan's aura became stronger and stronger.
The bamboo leaves on the ground rolled up again and gathered together, finally forming two bamboo balls, wrapping Ye Fan's fist.
"boom--"
When Ye Fan's last punch was punched out like a rainbow, a dull sound of energy exploded like thunder.
The two bamboo balls instantly broke away from the fist and hit the bamboo three meters away.
Just two clicks were heard, and two bamboos broke.
"How is this possible?"
Huniu and the others opened their eyes wide and looked at this scene in disbelief.
I never expected that the modified Feihu Fist would be so powerful, let alone that the bamboo ball could break bamboo.
This is not just a 60% increase in power, but a 100% increase.
The most important thing is that Ye Fan's perfect boxing skills are not complicated and can be remembered by people just by watching them once.
Huniu and Huang Xuanwu followed suit and practiced again.
I found that not only was the power greatly increased, but it was also extremely smooth. After a set of punches, the whole person became much more energetic.
Tyrannical, too tyrannical.
For the first time, Huniu had a little more respect for Ye Fan, thinking that one day she must introduce him to her grandfather.
If Truman can accept this general, he may be able to overwhelm Ye Tang and Hengdian in the future.
Thinking of the proud look, Huniu was very excited and determined to win over Ye Fan.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Huang Feihu couldn't stop clapping his hands and was ecstatic: "Brother, you have done a great job in changing it. It's a stroke of genius."
He doesn't even need to try it himself, he can feel the effect of the punching technique just by watching it once.
"I would like to thank you on behalf of the entire Huang family and Wu Meng."
He was about to stand up and thank Ye Fan.
"Brother Hu, don't move. Your joints are weak and you may get injured if you force yourself to stand up. Sit down and I'll give you some acupuncture."
Ye Fan stared at Huang Feihu's legs and opened his mouth:
"In ten minutes at most, your pain will disappear and you won't need to rely on a wheelchair to move around."
After saying that, he stepped forward, took out nine silver needles, and started using them on Huang Feihu.
"Is this old problem still a legacy of martial arts training? Can it be cured by a few injections?"
There was a hint of disbelief in Huniu's eyes. She didn't take medicine, injections, equipment, or supplements. Isn't it too childish?
Huang Feihu also didn't believe it.
However, the next second, his expression changed.
Huang Feihu felt a heat rush into his knees, and then rush through his legs and body, as if thousands of troops were charging into battle.
The blocked blood stasis is washed away, the damaged tendons are repaired, and the rampant inflammatory cells are killed, leaving nothing behind.
Huang Feihu could feel the fighting and the joy of victory.
"ah--"
When Ye Fan dropped the last needle, Huang Feihu's legs suddenly hurt.
The wheelchair underneath him broke with a click.
Huang Feihu stood up reflexively.
stood up...
Huang Xuanwu and the others were all dumbfounded.
Hu Niu was also stunned, and then she said with surprise on her face: "Grandpa Hu, can you stand up?"
You know, Huang Feihu was in pain for two days, and it was difficult to even move his legs in the morning, let alone stand up.
"Yes, I can stand up, and I feel much better. My whole body is full of strength."
Huang Feihu's face was radiant, as if he had been reborn. He looked at his legs and then at Ye Fan:
"Feidi is so talented, he is a master of his generation."
Huang Xuanwu and Huniu were convinced: "Thank you, uncle, for curing grandpa."
"Serious words."
Ye Fan hurriedly waved his hand: "It's a little effort, you're welcome..."
"Dad, dad..."
At this moment, a sharp voice came from behind. Ye Fan turned his head and saw Huang Sanzhong appearing with someone on crutches.
Huang Sanchong was startled when he saw Ye Fan, instinctively hid for a moment, and then shouted excitedly:
"Dad, dad, it was this bastard who bullied me. He was the one who asked Uncle Wu to break one of my arms and one of my legs."
"Hurry up and help me kill him..."
Huang Sanzhong pointed at Ye Fan and shouted: "Ye Fan, you are finished."
While shouting, he felt something was wrong. Why did Huang Xuanwu and Huniu look at him with sympathy?
Huang Feihu tilted his head slightly towards Huang Xuanwu:
