The Dragon from Hell

For a moment, Zhan Tingshen felt that he was offended, but there was no sign of being furious. Instead, his eyes became cold: "What if I insist on letting you say it?"

The tone of both sides was very calm, but for a moment, they were on edge.

Or the middle-aged man on the ring jumped down and blocked the two: "Since you are my father's guest, don't make it difficult for Zhan Shao."

Although he was also very curious in his heart, why would his father suddenly meet such an ordinary-looking young man?

But out of respect for his father, he still had to give Qin Feng this face.

Even though he was very disdainful of what Qin Feng said just now, that if he could kill someone, he would die within ten moves.

Seeing that Mr. Dong had taken action, Zhan Tingshen glanced at Qin Feng indifferently and said, "Okay, for the sake of Mr. Dong and Mr. Dong."

"But after going down the mountain, we should have plenty of time to have a good chat."

Naked threat.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, not because of the threat from this person.

But he felt strange. If this person and he met for the first time, why would the other party be so hostile to him?

Judging from this person's status, he should be extraordinary, not a fool like Feng Shaoting.

Did they have any friction before?

Just at this moment, an old but powerful voice came from not far away: "If you have anything to say, why not talk here? My Lanzhuju is big enough for you to chat happily."

Everyone looked over and saw that Mr. Dong was holding an old pipe in his hand and slowly walked from the small bamboo house in the distance.

Although it was still far away, Mr. Dong's voice was powerful and could be heard clearly by everyone in the martial arts field.

Behind him, there was a middle-aged man. Qin Feng had seen this man before. He was the secretary Gao who was in Chen Chaosheng's house before.

Outside, Chen Chaosheng was the head of Chuanzhong City who was admired by thousands of people.

But here, his status did not seem very optimistic.

Qin Feng stood there calmly. Although he was alone, he had the aura of thousands of troops standing behind him, and he was not frightened by the wind and clouds.

As for Zhan Tingshen, after seeing the old man, he restrained his fierceness and turned to respect: "Mr. Dong."

"Father."

He and the middle-aged man bowed at the same time and saluted to Mr. Dong.

Mr. Dong did not look at them. He was still as kind and gentle as when they met in Shunyue Tower that day. He was not kind and gentle, but he was not sharp at all.

In short, if this little old man moved a chair and sat at the gate of any community, no one passing by would look at him twice.

He had no sense of existence.

But Qin Feng knew in his heart that this old man was not simple.

"Mr. Dong."

Qin Feng nodded politely, as a courtesy of a junior.

"Are you here?" Mr. Dong smiled faintly and nodded to Qin Feng.

"Yes, Mr. Chen said you wanted to see me, so I came."

Old Dong looked at him: "You mean, if I hadn't asked Chen Chaosheng to invite you, you wouldn't have come?"

Qin Feng nodded: "We are not related, so I don't think there is any need for me to come."

"How dare you!"

Zhan Tingshen frowned, very dissatisfied with Qin Feng's arrogance.

Due to Old Dong's status, even he had to respectfully call him senior and bowed obediently.

This kid is ignorant, but can't he even see the noble status of the old man?

He is arrogant and looks down on others.

Zhan Tingshen instantly labeled Qin Feng with two labels in his heart, and sneered at the same time: This kind of person is not qualified to be his enemy, and he came back in vain.

"Tingshen, why are you still so impatient after so many years?"

Old Dong glanced at Zhan Tingshen indifferently, and the latter immediately lowered his head.

Then, Mr. Dong looked at Qin Feng with interest: "Just now, how did you see it? Can you tell me?"

Mr. Dong did not mention why Qin Feng was called here, but asked about what happened just now.

Zhan Tingshen was very dissatisfied: "Mr. Dong, what else is there to ask? I can answer for him."

He stood up and looked at Qin Feng arrogantly: "It's nothing more than a method of attacking the heart."

"His voice was neither loud nor soft, and Uncle Dong and I happened to hear it, so we subconsciously remembered his words."

"In this way, when attacking and defending, the nerves are tense, and you will subconsciously follow his route."

"It's that simple."

Mr. Dong did not comment, but looked at his son: "Dong Cheng, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man named Dong Cheng thought for a moment and felt that it made sense: "I think what Tingshen said makes some sense."

"Just now, when we were sparring, even we ourselves didn't know what the next move would be, unless we were very familiar with our attack paths., and both of us need to understand it. "

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to guess the final result."

As the person involved, he was very clear about the last two moves.

The ninth move of the 100% punch was made because he saw Zhan Tingshen reveal a flaw in the air attack, so he took advantage of the situation.

As for the last kick, it was because Zhan Tingshen was in a panic at the moment of crisis, which led to a lot of flaws. He seized the opportunity at the critical moment and decided the outcome with one kick.

All this happened too randomly, how could Qin Feng predict it?

But Mr. Dong looked at Zhan Tingshen with a smile, pointed his pipe at the pit that had just been smashed, and said: "Is this also a hint from him to you? "

For a moment, Zhan Tingshen was stunned, and Dong Cheng was speechless.

Yes, if the previous ones were all psychological hints, then was the final drop location also a hint?

If so, Zhan Tingshen was too cooperative.

Seeing Zhan Tingshen speechless, Dong Lao continued: "You two are also experienced. If you can't control your subconscious behavior after being hinted at by others, then I think you should stop occupying the toilet and go back to the furnace."

Dong Lao's words were neither light nor heavy, but they made the two blush and lower their heads in embarrassment.

But Dong Lao was too lazy to pay attention to them, and continued to look at Qin Feng with admiration: "Go on."

"Ten moves, and twenty moves, what's the matter?"

Facing Dong Lao, Qin Feng maintained his courtesy and respect for his predecessors, nodded and said: "It's very simple, from the style of their two moves. ”

He pointed at Dong Cheng: "This Mr. Dong, if I'm not mistaken, should be from the military camp, a typical academic power type, very good at close combat. But the disadvantage is that he is too rigid and relies entirely on strength to win."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Zhan Tingshen: "And he, although he also came from the military camp, he was definitely not engaged in frontal work before, and he was better at assassination and killing with one blow."

"I just said that if he could kill people, Mr. Dong would be dead."

"That's because people like him usually carry all kinds of hidden weapons and weapons with them, and they may even have blades hidden under their tongues, which is hard to defend against."

"To put it bluntly, it's..."

"He can't fight hard, so he plays dirty."