Chapter 340 The superposition power of six punches
Tang Feng thought about it carefully, and finally did not postpone it any longer. He nodded to express his acceptance, then waved his hand and said, "Now that you have found what you want, you don't need to go back to Baicao Hall anymore, right?"
Mao Shiba nodded and said: "Of course I won't go back. If it weren't for finding the recipe for refining the marrow-cleansing pill, he, Hong Liwu, is nothing. He has no right to instruct me."
Tang Feng couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Even though the old guy in front of him was a disabled person, his vision and knowledge were still not comparable to those of ordinary Huajin masters.
In particular, the venerable domineering and arrogance that he inadvertently revealed was extraordinary.
However, Tang Feng was too lazy to say more. Even if the other party was a Venerable Kaimai before, he would not be of much use before he refined the Marrow Cleansing Pill. At that moment, he waved his hand and said: "Since you are not going back to Baicao Hall, then follow me.
Go back to Mo’s house.”
After Tang Feng finished speaking, he turned around and walked away. He walked to the old Santana in front and bent down to get in.
Mao Shiba didn't hesitate at all. He didn't even want to take the car he drove before, and followed Tang Feng. For people of their kind, money is often just a number.
Tang Feng drove down the mountain again, taking advantage of the fiery red sunset and speeding straight towards Mo's house.
Mao Shiba was sitting in the passenger seat. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but said: "Master Tang, there is something that I think I should tell you."
Tang Feng nodded: "You can tell me what you want, but before I say it, I have a request. From now on, you don't need to call me Mr. Tang. You can just call me Master Tang or Mr. Tang. You don't need to call yourself an old servant."
Mao Shiba nodded and said: "Yes, I will call you Master Tang from now on."
After saying this, he paused and then continued: "What I want to tell you is about Hong Liwu."
"Hong Liwu?" Tang Feng did not turn around, he just asked lightly.
"Yes, originally Hong Liwu wanted to report this matter to the Beggar Clan headquarters, but in the end I was able to stabilize it," Mao Shiba said.
Tang Feng smiled faintly and asked: "Old Shiba, tell me honestly, do you think I will be afraid of this Hong Liwu?"
Mao Shiba laughed and said: "Master Tang, a dignified eighth-level super grandmaster, of course cannot be afraid of Hong Liwu, but the beggar gang behind him cannot be underestimated!"
"This Hong Liwu is only the eighth generation elder in the Beggar Clan. With each successive generation, the elders' kung fu will become stronger. In other words, the elders from the first to the seventh generation are all better than Hong Liwu. In addition, the Beggar Clan's
There are also four great elders in the gang!"
"If Hong Liwu really reports this, it won't matter if ordinary elders come. But if the elders of the previous two generations, the first elder and the second elder come, it may be a bit difficult. These two people are at least eighth-level masters!"
Tang Feng's expression gradually became serious. After all, this Beggar Gang is the largest gang in the world. Not only is it large in numbers, but there are also many experts in the gang. It is said that the current leader of the Beggar Gang is a peerless person who is on par with Zu Long.
Strong.
Now that we have a grudge with the Beggar Clan, if this matter is not handled well, it will probably be a big trouble.
Mao Shiba thought for a while and said: "During this period, if you can avoid it, it would be better for Master Tang to avoid Hong Liwu for the time being. After all, there are many geniuses in this world, but only those who have truly grown up can be regarded as a genius!"
Tang Feng had no reason to refute, so he nodded and said, "I will pay attention during this period."
Mao Shiba stopped talking, and half an hour later, the two returned to Mo's house.
At dusk in the west, Mo Jiaqe seemed calm. Mr. Mo's eldest son and second son did not show up as usual. Even Long Yuncong and Long Yiyi were not at home.
Fortunately, Tang Feng didn't care and walked directly to the backyard with Mao Shiba, and at the same time said: "You will live here from now on. There is a wing and kitchen next door. You can make whatever you want to eat. This place is a small place."
It’s a bit too quiet, but it’s quite quiet and suitable for cleaning.”
Mao Shiba cupped his hands and said, "Sorry for causing trouble to Master Tang. It's really quiet here. It's a good time for me to practice my martial arts skills with nothing to do."
When he said this, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and said quickly: "By the way, Master Tang, in the past ten years, because I have nothing to do, I have created a boxing and martial arts in my spare time, combined with my previous skills.
I wonder if you are interested?"
Tang Feng suddenly became interested and hurriedly asked: "What martial arts boxing technique did you create? What level is it? How powerful is it?"
Mao Shiba smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know how powerful it is, because the Dantian can no longer mobilize the energy. After I conceived it, I have never actually fought it."
"As for the level, it shouldn't be lower than the Xuan level. After all, I modified and deduced it based on the previous boxing techniques."
Tang Feng nodded and said: "In that case, you can write down the fist score, and I will practice it and you will know the power."
Without saying anything, Mao Shiba immediately took out a piece of soft cotton cloth from his pocket and handed it over.
Tang Feng took it and glanced at it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and with just a glance, he had obviously seen that this boxing technique was very good, and its level had surpassed the Xuan level, and probably reached the Earth level.
Earth-level martial arts and boxing techniques are almost comparable to Shaolin's powerful Vajra Palm and Dragon Claw Hands.
Tang Feng held the cotton cloth in both hands and began to read it carefully. Time passed by little by little. He didn't know how long it had passed. He suddenly drank, put away the cloth, and jumped into the courtyard.
Boxing moves appeared in his mind one after another. Tang Feng tightened his abdomen and raised his energy, stood with his legs side by side, and suddenly punched out.
As the fist charged forward, a stream of air surged out, whistling like wind, causing the surrounding branches to sway.
He punched seven times in one breath, each punch was heavier than the last, faster than the last, and more powerful than the last. The seven punches were interlocked and completed in one go.
Until the last punch hit a tree the size of a bowl in front of him, Tang Feng suddenly stopped when he was half a centimeter away from the tree.
However, at this moment, there was a click, and the tree broke and fell to the ground. This shows that the power of his punch was so fierce that it could break the tree with just a tight fist.
If it were a real punch, not to mention trees as big as a bowl, even a hill would probably be shattered, and even a river would probably be blown to a halt.
More importantly, during the performance, Tang Feng suppressed his own realm, which was probably only around the fifth level.
"This set of punches is indeed extraordinary. Although it only has seven punches on the surface, the punches are interlocked. The most important thing is the last punch. It seems to superimpose the power of the previous six punches, thus exerting terrifying power."
Tang Feng looked at his fist, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
When the narrator Mao Shiba saw this, his face was both shocked and surprised, and he sighed: "Master Tang is truly a martial arts wizard. He only saw it once and was able to master this boxing technique. This kind of talent is unprecedented.
