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Chapter 136 Meeting the Drunken Fist at Night
In the dead of night, the stars are twinkling in the sky.

Zhang Feng and Wang Meimei walked home together.Zhang Feng put his hands on the back of his head and looked up at the beautiful night scene. It was so beautiful. After a while, he lowered his head and caught a glimpse of Wang Meimei. He lost his mind when he saw Wang Meimei's beautiful profile.Wang Meimei carried her handbag, lowered her head and carefully looked at the road below, and suddenly she clearly felt a strong gaze looking at herself.

As soon as Wang Meimei looked up, she saw Zhang Feng staring at her, so a beautiful and suspicious blush appeared on the cheeks on both sides. This was the shyness of a little girl, and she whispered, "What are you looking at? It's not that I haven't seen it before."

Wang Meimei's words brought Zhang Feng back to his senses, he turned his head in embarrassment, and turned to the other side, "I have never seen a woman who thinks you are so beautiful."

"Smelly shameless." Zhang Feng's back immediately "enjoyed" the attack of Wang Meimei's handbag in the next second.

Wang Meimei ran forward, turned her head, and shouted at Zhang Feng, "Come on, catch me!"

"Ah!" Suddenly, Wang Meimei let out a cry.This call was heard on this empty street, especially at night, no passerby passed by at all, and there was no response.

They were fighting and fighting, completely unaware that a drunk adult man in front of them bumped directly into Wang Meimei's body, and then hugged Wang Meimei.

Zhang Feng still had a little distance from him, and he was a little anxious when he saw such a scene.

His punch hit the drunkard's face, the drunkard let go of Wang Meimei in pain, and took a few steps back, wiped the corner of his mouth with his left hand, and put it in front of his eyes, very good, young man, Bleeding, and successfully angered me, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Feng coldly, "Brother, I advise you, don't meddle in your own business. Otherwise, you will die a miserable death!"

There was also some coldness in Zhang Feng's eyes. He hugged Wang Meimei, who was absent-minded, and the anger in his mind was getting bigger and bigger. "Unfortunately, I will take care of this matter."

"This matter is beyond your control."

The drunkard hit with a fist, because Zhang Feng still cared about Wang Meimei in his arms, so he turned around and blocked the opponent's punch, which hit him firmly on the back .The muffled bang made Wang Meimei's heart tremble.

"Zhang Feng, are you okay?" Wang Meimei asked anxiously.

"It's okay, you stand aside first." Zhang Feng glared at the drunkard and said to Wang Meimei.

Wang Meimei obediently stood aside. Although she knew that Zhang Feng was good at martial arts, she was still a little worried. After all, the person in front of her was a hooligan.

"You succeeded in angering me!" Zhang Feng paused every word, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn out the person in front of him.

"What, you still want to do it? Do you know who I am? You..." The drunkard babbled and wanted to continue cursing, but his face was quickly slapped firmly.

The strength was so great that he seemed to hear the sound of his own bones cracking.

"You good boy, how dare you hit me! If I beat you to the ground today, I will take your last name!" The drunkard rubbed his face that was swollen immediately, and said viciously.

Zhang Feng sneered, and when he was about to punch him a few more times, he suddenly saw the drunkard make a strange pose.

"This is Drunken Master?" Zhang Feng blurted out inadvertently.

"You still have eyesight! How about it, are you scared? Don't think that I will save you!" Thinking that the other party was frightened by his aura, the drunkard smiled even more airily.

"Hehe, just you?" Zhang Feng gritted his fists and sneered.

So what about drunken fist?There are countless security guards and bodyguards trained by Zhang Feng, how can he be afraid of the drunken fist of a mere drunk?
"Zhang Feng, be careful." Wang Meimei was a little disturbed by the drunkard's weird posture, hesitated for a long time, and finally shouted out.

Hearing this, the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched, obviously happy in his heart.

"Don't worry, Zhang Feng is fine for me to deal with this mere drunk!" As he spoke, he turned around and raised an eyebrow at Wang Meimei.

Wang Meimei's heart trembled because of his eyes, as if thousands of deer were bumping into her heart, her cheeks flushed unconsciously, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

Seeing Wang Meimei's shy look, Zhang Feng felt a warm current in his heart, and his whole body became more energetic at this moment.

The drunkard was annoyed by the flirtatious conversation between them, he looked down on him!
"Good boy, accept the move!" After finishing his sentence, the drunkard attacked Zhang Feng with strange steps without waiting for Zhang Feng's reply.

The steps taken are vain but also like a blindfold, which can easily confuse people's sight and make people unable to find the direction to attack next.

Zhang Feng squinted his eyes, looking at the exercises and routines used by the person in front of him.Suddenly, he dodged sideways, dodging the heavy punch that the drunkard hit on his face.

Enough!

A look of coldness flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes. Although he, Zhang Feng, would not be sure to take revenge, but if people do not offend me, I will not offend them. If people offend me, I will definitely offend them!
Seeing the drunkard attacking him with another fluffy soft fist, Zhang Feng quickly grabbed her wrist, trying to use his other hand to attack the drunkard's face in the same way.However, he just felt that the force he borrowed in his hand seemed to disappear out of thin air, as if what he was grasping was just lifeless cotton, and there was no point to exert force.

Seeing that the drunkard's fist was about to hit him again, Zhang Feng threw himself to the side, barely avoiding the drunkard's attack.

"It's pretty quick to escape!" Seeing that Zhang Feng was nothing more than that, the drunkard instantly burst into confidence. He thought that this kid had something capable, but he didn't think so, it turned out that it didn't take long.

"Hehe, is that so?" Zhang Feng clapped his hands and stood up on the ground.

This alcoholic has only been able to master this drunken fist for a long time, don't you know that he was just testing the ability of the alcoholic just now, so he only defended but not attacked?Now, he has seen the weakness of the alcoholic!

"Your Drunken Fist is just taught by three schools and nine streams, right? I don't see the real essence from you!" Although Zhang Feng, a martial arts expert, has never learned Drunken Fist, he has never eaten pork and seen pigs. Running, if it is just to judge whether a person's martial arts is capable or not, there is no need to know what martial arts he is using.

"You—you brat, you dare to utter such wild words when you are about to die!" The drunkard seemed to be stabbed in the door, his eyes were red as if they were stained with blood, and with a roar, he attacked Zhang Feng again come.

Where is Zhang Feng the master who is at the mercy of others?
I saw him grabbing the drunkard's wrist again.

"Hehe, dare to say that I understand my martial arts." Seeing that Zhang Fenghe's method of dealing with himself was no different from the moves he used just now, the drunkard sneered, and once again fainted with his fists without any scruples, he turned towards Zhang Feng Attacked at the door.

"Zhang Feng, be careful!" Wang Meimei exclaimed.

The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched, and the drunkard was easily let go with his vain hand just now, and then he turned sideways and slammed the fist full of strength hard on the drunkard's chest.

The drunkard was thrown one meter away by the violent attack, and fell to the ground with a thud. He clutched his chest, suddenly felt his stomach churning, retched a few times and then spit out a pile of filth.

The strong stench immediately dispersed, Wang Meimei and Zhang Feng both frowned and covered their noses.

In fact, Zhang Feng could have blown the drunkard's head off with this punch just now, but today he was in a good mood and didn't want to let the injury be stained with blood, so he spared the drunkard just once.

"How about it, are you still coming?" Zhang Feng sneered when he saw that the alcoholic was still staring at him fiercely.

No one has ever dared to teach me that!
The drunkard seemed to suddenly gain strength, and jumped up from the ground suddenly, without saying anything, he waved his already useless fists and attacked Zhang Feng.

If you have drunken fist, you can still compete with me. You are full of brute force now, and you still want to compete with me?Hehe, it's ridiculous!
Don't blame me, Zhang Feng, for being so ignorant.

Zhang Feng hit the drunkard's chest fiercely with several fists one after another. The drunkard's body, which was originally at the end of its strength, completely fell to the ground under this attack.

He clutched his chest, watched Zhang Feng walking towards him step by step, his face suddenly lost the fierce look just now, and begged for mercy over and over again: "Master, it's because I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, it's because I'm a toad who wants to eat swans Meat, I don't know what is good or bad, I just beg the uncle to let me go!"

"Now you know how to beg for mercy? Where did you go when you molested me and taught Zhang Feng a lesson?" Seeing that Zhang Feng had the upper hand, Wang Meimei greeted him happily, glaring at the drunkard and scolding him for a while.

"Cleaning up you made my hands dirty!" After speaking, Zhang Feng turned to look at Wang Meimei, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Wang Meimei said "thank you", and suddenly her cheeks turned pink again. She had been protected just now, and she watched him fight that drunkard. What could happen?

Wang Meimei shook her head, seeing that Zhang Feng was still asking here and there with a concerned face, the strange emotion in her heart became more obvious, as if she was holding a bumping deer in her heart, and she even felt that the position of her hands was wrong , Don’t look away from Zhang Feng when you’re busy, and walk quickly towards the front.

"Let's go home quickly." Wang Meimei walked a few steps before she embarrassedly dropped this sentence, leaving Zhang Feng, who had stayed where she was, with a puzzled expression.

What's wrong with Wang Meimei?Did you get hurt?

The pungent smell hit again, interrupting Zhang Feng's thoughts. He didn't want to be too fragrant, so he chased Wang Meimei and walked forward.

When he got home, Zhang Feng locked himself in the room.

Hey, he's just a drunkard who knows how to do drunken fists, but he still needs several punches to get it done. This martial art really hasn't made much progress.

Hey, martial arts have stayed at this stage for a long time, and I don't know when I can break through this bottleneck.

Thinking about it, Zhang Feng glanced at the strong muscles on his body, feeling sad inwardly.

(End of this chapter)