Son-in-law From Dark World

"Brother Qin, come here. I have something to tell you."

Thinking of this, Zhao Qihua waved to Qin Feng and walked to the villa.

Qin Feng followed Zhao Qihua into the study. The door was closed. He took out a notebook and put it on the desk.

"Come and have a look."

Zhao Qihua pointed to the notes on the middle finger and said with a light smile.

Qin Feng thought, or picked up a note to see, this one eye, was completely attracted.

It records all martial arts, but all of them are incomplete. Only the way of entering school in front of me, just after I have a glimpse of it, there is a fault.

However, in such a large notebook, there are hundreds of different kinds of martial arts.

"Brother Qin, I know that you are eager to learn martial arts, even secret scripts. But that kind of treasure is in the hands of the martial arts association and the big ancient martial arts families. We can't get them in these small martial arts schools. We can only extract all the martial arts skills that have been handed down. I hope it can help you."

Qin Feng is looking at the enchantment, heard the other side's words, raised his head, a touch of surprise on his face.

Perhaps, these martial arts fur, to others, is incomplete, completely chicken ribs.

But for him, it has the effect of insight, learning and quick introduction to martial arts.

"Curator Zhao, thank you very much. I take the notes."

Finish saying, Qin Feng turns to leave, prepare to study this note well.

Just walked to the door, behind came Zhao Qihua's desire to stop.

But he did not open his mouth after all, because he had no reason to involve Qin Feng in this matter.

Looking at Qin Feng leaving, he sighed.

If he could cultivate martial arts in his early years, he would be a overlord now.

But when you get older, the speed of practicing martial arts will slow down. Martial arts also have equal level proficiency.

At the beginning, they are able to operate freely, enter into the house, and are highly skilled.

It can cultivate a martial arts to perfection. Even if it's just an ordinary long fist, it can also wield the power beyond the secret script.

Qin Feng returned to the arranged room, forgot to eat, lying in bed, staring at the notebook, fell into a state of obsession.

He was completely involved in it, unable to extricate himself.

One night, he was still in good spirits for a day. At night, he was sleepy.

After a night's rest, early in the morning, he came to the empty backyard.

He has read all the notes on martial arts. He has memorized all the 100 kinds of martial arts in his mind. Today is the first day of cultivation.

In this way, for three days in a row, he practiced these martial arts furiously and fell into a state of madness.

Later, his strange behavior attracted the attention of the whole Zhao martial arts school.

A lot of people are laughing at him as a waste of time.

Those martial arts skills are not as good as the most common long fist.

Because of incomplete, because of fur, even the power can not play, there is no follow-up training.

It's a waste of time to practice in this way. In the end, it's a waste of time.

Zhao Qihua later regretted that he gave his notes to Qin Feng, which delayed his understanding of martial arts.

During this period, he also tried to persuade them, but they all failed.

Qin Feng's willpower is too strong, so crazy study, continued for a month.

In Zhao's martial arts school for a month, Qin Feng has a nickname, big fool.

Zhao Qihua is a big fool who is addicted to martial arts. However, Zhao Qihua doesn't think so. He sees a word from Qin Feng, crazy!

Wu Chi spirit!

His broken arm, in a month, more than a dozen times.

Every day, when I go back to bed at night, I can see the figure of his cultivation in the morning. I'm so desperate.

This kind of assiduous spirit is unimaginable.

"Dad, I blame you for giving him that broken note. Now it's OK. I'm crazy."

Zhao Yuanyuan is very complaining, staring at Qin Fengwu moving figure.

Zhao Qihua is also very helpless, he did not expect, Qin Feng will be crazy to this point, in the end is how obsessive, support him to now.

"Maybe, this spirit of him can get unexpected results."

For some reason, after a month's training, Qin Feng could only practice 20 kinds of martial arts in one day.

Today, he has been able to use 100 kinds of martial arts fur in one day. Although it is only fur, it is simple, but it also makes people feel an extraordinary flavor.

This situation continued for another month. Zhao's martial arts school was used to seeing Qin Feng's behavior.

At the end of the second month, Qin Feng had integrated 100 kinds of martial arts in half a day. Through his fighting skills, he evolved the content of subsequent cultivation.He was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He came to the drill ground early in the morning.

He was facing a stone mill, waving his big hand. The vigorous wind was raging, stirring the air flow and surging a surge.

"Boom

The air stream crashed against the stone mill, making a vibrating noise.

The stone mill broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Qin Feng's face is full of excitement. The power of this move is more powerful than Su Tao's stone palm.

However, there are 100 kinds of martial arts like this.

Through the way of fighting, it can release the mysterious Qi and fuse through.

Moreover, as long as fighting skills can be improved, the power of these martial arts still has room for growth.

Therefore, as long as it is martial arts, no matter incomplete or level, the most important thing is to understand.

Think of this, Qin Feng's mind, more and more restless up.

He has found his own way to practice.

All of a sudden, there was a loud noise outside, and the atmosphere was noisy, which attracted his attention.

Outside the door, Qin Feng saw a group of young people in red, led by a middle-aged man, full of Qi and blood, giving people a very exuberant feeling.

Middle aged man, slightly squint, eyes are extremely fierce.

He encircles the chest, is very calm, behind him that group of young people, but unified shouts a slogan.

"The biesun of Zhao's martial arts school has not come out to meet the challenge. My Li family's Wuzhan hall is going to challenge the school!"

"A group of counsellors dare not even come out to meet the head-on. They are afraid to die at home."

"I dare not go out of the gate. Garbage is disappointing."

The shouting slogans were so arrogant that the members of Zhao's martial arts school all blushed and their necks were thick.

"Fart, don't you feel shame to challenge the library while the curator is away."

A member of Zhao's martial arts school fought back angrily.

When his voice had not yet fallen, a dark shadow attacked, the wind swept, raging, smashed on the young man.

All of a sudden, the young man's words stopped suddenly and his figure flew upside down.

After Qin Feng saw it, he lifted it up and caught the young man.

"Are you all right?"