Super Crazy Son-in-Law

Wang Feng took out his handkerchief to wipe the residual oil stains on the corners of his mouth, looked up at the fiery sun and said with a smile: "the world has changed, but the essence has not changed. Whoever still has a big fist is the master."

Old six nodded thoughtfully, deeply convinced.

A few decades ago, in order to seize the iron ore and gold mines in the back mountain of Wangchao village, the young old six, relying on the iron forging Kung Fu handed down from generation to generation, was invincible with an iron hammer.

An iron hammer weighing 36 kg is also a fine steel casting from ancestors. When it is waved, it will kill God when it meets God, and the Buddha will block and kill Buddha. It is invincible.

In terms of weapons, no one in the whole Zhennan can beat Lao Liu.

It's just that Lao Liu has never wandered in the Jianghu. The martial arts community doesn't know him at all. Occasionally, some rumors come out, and it's not worth mentioning that he is a careless village man.

Unfortunately, Lao Liu killed many people when he was young, and there were many enemies in Wangchao village alone. Wang Fengfeng has been protecting him all the time, so he can live safely today, so he dare not appear in public.

If so much had not happened in Wangchao village, Wang Feng might not have gone to the blacksmith's shop to find him.

"Brother Feng, we are all old. Are we still going out to fight like young people?" Old six swung his hammer and smashed it down.

Let's hear it!

The red discus was one minute thinner.

This power is really terrible. If this hammer hits people, it will directly lead to the end of broken bones and broken tendons.

Wang Feng's heart was cool. He had been worried about Lao Liu's hammer. He smiled and said, "with Lao Liu's skill, if you go to the Jianghu again, all the so-called masters should show their true colors."

"Ha ha - I'm a blacksmith. I can't talk about a master. No, I just have some strength." Old six smiled indifferently.

Wang Feng smiled and asked quietly, "actually, I know that Lao Liu's strength has something to do with the medicine baths you take every day? Don't your son and your disciples all soak? You have more than a dozen strong disciples. Do you just want them to make a living by forging iron for the rest of their life?"

"We can't do anything except have some strength. Let's go to the office building to write and paint. We don't have that qualification and talent!" Old six said with self mockery.

"I think we can share the medicine bath formula, so that we can cultivate a group of strong thugs. With these people, we can set up a security group. Depending on your physical quality, it must be very popular. Then we will go abroad -" Wang Feng seems to say casually, but in fact there is another purpose.

He certainly can't stay in China and will go sooner or later, but he can go alone and has no dependence on going out. If he can get Lao Liu's ancestral medicine bath, it will definitely be a gold medal amulet.

Others may not know, but Wang Feng understands Wulin and medicine bath better.

The ancestral medicine bath of Lao Liu is more powerful than the medicine bath handed down by Fu Taiyang, the God of martial arts. It absolutely reaches the level of silver medicine bath.

Guarding such a treasure mountain, Wang Feng felt some regret.

"Impossible!" The old six shook like a wave drum and said with a bitter smile, "my family has ancestral training. The medicine bath formula must not be leaked. Even those disciples only soaked under my supervision, and it is impossible to know the formula."

"You don't have to think about money. You can't treat you badly!" Wang Feng's eyes flickered.

The sixth put down the hammer, grabbed the towel and wiped the sweat on his body. He looked at Wang Feng carefully and said in a deep voice: "brother Feng, if I am greedy for money, I won't withdraw from the mountain and hide here. The money is enough for me, but Zu Xun must not lose it. I'd rather be a blacksmith all my life than leak the medicine bath formula."

"Can't we discuss it?" Wang Feng sighed.

"Brother Feng, I can promise you anything else. It's really bad!" The simple and honest old six shook his head helplessly.

"Ah! You are always so stubborn!" Wang Feng smiled helplessly, put his hands behind his back and walked to the bungalow behind the blacksmith's shop.

Old six smiled shyly.

After a while, Wang Feng shouted, "old six, come in."

Old six quickly put down the hammer and ran past.

Wang Feng is the benefactor of Lao Liu. He has given him food, clothing, housing, transportation and a comfortable life. It is reasonable to say that Lao Liu will always implement the requirements put forward by Wang Feng.

Unfortunately, apart from passing on the medicine bath formula to his son, it must not be leaked to outsiders, nor can Wang Feng.

"Brother Feng, what's the matter?" Old six ran into the bungalow. Wang Feng was standing next to the stove with his back to him.

Old six walked over unprepared. Wang Feng turned coldly, holding a fruit knife in his hand, and suddenly inserted it into his heart.

Poof!

Blood flowed down the handle.

I never thought that Wang Feng would kill him.

The stunned old six firmly grasped Wang Feng's arm with both hands, widened his eyes strangely, and made a terrible sound in his throat.

"Sorry, old six, I really need your recipe!" Wang Feng smiled grimly and slowly inserted the knife deeper.

Plop!

The old six trembled and fell to his knees. His eyes gradually lost their magic color.

Wang Feng took out the knife and threw it on the ground. At the same time, he took off his gloves and threw it into the stove. Looking at it burning to ashes, he said again: "old six, I'm sorry."

He brought the old six's hammer back and threw it aside. Wang Feng forged a fight scene, then walked out of the door and went to the west room.

He knew where Lao Liu's recipe was. It was located in the secret cellar under the Kang in the west room.

Lao Liu didn't expect Wang Feng to attack him at all, and didn't guard against Wang Feng's coveting his formula. His complete trust led to death.

From the cellar, I found a black iron box, in which there was a thin oil paper, densely recording hundreds of herbs. That was the secret of the infinite manpower of the old six families.

"The formula of silver medicine bath --" Wang Feng's eyes flashed with brilliance and murmured, "you idiots in the martial arts world hold Baoshan all day but don't know how to develop it. How much money will you make if this thing is made public?"

Wang Feng can't figure out why all schools in the martial arts world have this magical medicine bath formula. Why don't you know how to share it? How much wealth do you have to earn if you sell this medicine bath? Far more than Jinshan and Yinshan.

"Hum! It will be mine in the future!" Wang Feng carefully folded the oil paper and put it in the dark pocket of his personal clothes. Then he quietly climbed out of the cellar and out of the yard.

There was no one near the blacksmith shop. Everyone worked in another place, so he didn't notice what Wang Feng did. He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted at his throat, "come on, no good, old six is dead!"