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Chapter 1257 Fighting Huang Feihong

The guests' comments reached Chen Feng's ears, his eyes moved slightly, and Huang Feihong actually came back.

Then I have to visit secretly and learn a little more martial arts.

In Baozhi Forest, Huang Feihong told Liang Kuan: "Don't go out for the next two days, and don't talk nonsense, wait until the limelight passes."

"Master, is it related to Chen Feng?"

Liang Kuan couldn't help asking, he had held back for a long time.

He was not a fool, he and Chen Feng both went to the Admiral's Mansion that night, but after Nalan Yuanshu was killed, Chen Feng disappeared, and the master told him not to mention it, it's really easy to think too much.

"Don't ask too many questions, just do your own thing."

Huang Feihong didn't want to make troubles.

"Okay, master."

Liang Kuan nodded and walked out the door.

"Master, there is someone outside the door begging to see him. He said his surname is Chen."

A servant came over.

"what!"

Liang Kuan was startled when he walked to the door.

"Please come in."

Huang Feihong looked happy, but he wasn't sure if it was Chen Feng, so he took the initiative to greet him.

Liang Kuan walked in front, and soon saw Chen Feng with short hair and short sleeves.

His appearance is completely different from when he killed Nalan Yuanshu, even if he holds a portrait, he may not recognize him.

Liang Kuan took a second look before realizing that it was Chen Feng. He was surprised and said, "Why did you come here?"

"I can't come here?"

Chen Feng asked back, and said with a smile: "I have something important to do with Master Huang, is he there?"

"I'm here!"

Huang Feihong strode over, "Are you okay?"

Chen Feng smiled: "It's okay, Master Huang, I'm here to learn martial arts from you today, I don't know if you welcome me or not?"

"Welcome, please."

Huang Feihong welcomed Chen Feng into the house, and the two sides first talked about the past few days.

Huang Feihong admired Chen Feng's boldness and ability, and he admired Chen Feng's heart towards martial arts even more.

From Liang Kuan, he learned that Chen Feng has a strong learning ability and is also interested in teaching.

After drinking a cup of tea in the house, Chen Feng formally learned from Huang Feihong.

Huang Feihong brought Chen Feng to the backyard, and he didn't waste any time, straight to the point: "The main purpose of learning martial arts is to strengthen the body, and the second is to protect the body and defeat the enemy, so the body is very important. It is about polishing the body and strengthening the physique, and learning moves on this basis will be able to get twice the result with half the effort."

He looked at Chen Feng: "Brother Chen, your physique is very strong, and your foundation is not bad. Today I will directly teach you a boxing method and a grappling hand. How much you can learn depends on yourself."

After speaking, his whole body was shaken, his eyes sparkled, and he started to fight a set of punches.

After finishing, Huang Feihong said: "This boxing method is called Iron Line Fist. It is steady and steady, and it can match your horizontal kung fu."

"Ah."

Chen Feng nodded, trying to fight while recalling the details of Huang Feihong's attack.

His mental power is strong, and his natural memory is much higher than that of ordinary people. He memorized all the moves Huang Feihong used just now, and now he keeps using them, and Huang Feihong corrects them, so he learned very quickly.

Until the evening, he successfully learned two systematic kung fu, grappling hands and iron wire fist, which happened to be what he lacked.

The grappling hand can control the enemy, and the iron wire fist combined with the Longyin iron cloth shirt is quite powerful.

This time, he raised the two skills directly to level 3.

He divides the 10 levels of a kung fu into different levels.

Level 1 is entry level, level 3 is small success, level 5 is breakthrough, level 7 is great success, level 9 is superb, and level 10 is perfect.

Being able to achieve a small success in half a day shows how powerful his comprehension is.

In the evening, Chen Feng saw that he had learned almost everything, and formally challenged Huang Feihong.

Bang bang bang!
There was a dull crashing sound in the yard soon, and gusts of wind were brought up by the force, and just by hearing the sound, one could tell that the force was not small.

Huang Feihong was calm and unhurried, but his eyes were full of surprise.

Is this really someone who has only learned kung fu twice? How does he feel like he is fighting against a master of the same level?

Chen Feng, on the other hand, was like facing a male lion, his strength piercing through his bones, and he faintly pierced through the iron cloth shirt, making him a little ache.

He estimated that this is a kind of use of strength, which has achieved the effect of beating cattle across mountains.

"Brother Chen, with your supernatural power alone, few people can take you down."

Huang Feihong admired, and when he fought Chen Feng, he seemed to be facing a wooden man and couldn't beat him.

"It's just brute force, much worse than Master Huang."

Chen Feng didn't think he was so powerful, he began to secretly learn Huang Feihong's way of exerting strength.

This method is not like him going straight, and it softens the strength, has great penetrating power and persistence, and the explosive power is not bad.

If he can also use it flexibly, his strength will definitely go further.

"It's not bad. Your strengths are strength and defense. If you can be more flexible, you can definitely surpass me."

Huang Feihong shook his head, "With your learning ability, this day will not be far away."

He continued to work, raised his hand and waved, and a gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves.

Chen Feng's eyes blurred, and he found that he couldn't avoid it, so he overlapped his hands to block it.

This time he felt as if he had been hit by a cow, he took several steps back, and finally stopped at the opposite wall, breaking a table where things were placed.

"What's going on, the explosive power is so terrifying."

Chen Feng was startled, his chest ached, and he couldn't breathe out for a while.

"This is a blow after I have mobilized all my strength. If you can do it, your strength will be greater than mine."

Huang Feihong had his hands behind his back, his shadow was extraordinarily long in the setting sun.

"The next time you do Zamabu, you must feel your body and tap every ounce of strength in your body."

When Chen Feng heard this, he was thoughtful. He thought he had mastered the power of ascension, but now it seems that he has not really mastered it.

He took a deep breath, felt his strength, adjusted his state, and recalled Huang Feihong's strength change just now.

"Master Huang, come again."

Chen Feng discovered some tricks, twisted his waist, and most of the force was transmitted to the fist along the muscles and bones, causing a whistling sound.

Huang Feihong smiled slightly: "Children can be taught."

He turned sideways and slapped Chen Feng's wrist, like hitting a snake for three inches, and immediately took off most of Chen Feng's strength.

Chen Feng was suffering from pain, and his fist was immediately disintegrated, but he also had his own changes, he hastily turned his fist into a claw, and grabbed Huang Feihong's arm with his grasping hand.

"good,"

Huang Feihong was very satisfied with Chen Feng's reaction. Although kung fu moves are relatively dead, people are alive, and they must be learned and used flexibly.

He kicked away with a side leg first, blocking Chen Feng's sneak attacking foot, and at the same time retreated to avoid Chen Feng's grab, and slapped Chen Feng's shoulder with his palm.

This palm was so powerful that Chen Feng's clothes were blown close to his body, even if he stepped back, he was hit.

The two began to go back and forth, and Liang Kuan, who was watching, was envious. He had already seen that Chen Feng's ability gradually surpassed him.

In the end, Chen Feng became more and more proficient, and he and Huang Feihong were evenly matched.

This time, even Huang Feihong was under a lot of pressure, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

(End of this chapter)