Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"This place is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. The guy who opened the door is already a top-notch master in the world, and he is also a stranger that I have never heard of before."

Qiao Feng frowned.

Although there are many first-class masters in the world, they are not many. They are the backbone of various sects, families, and forces.

Wu Gong used only one palm to force back a top-notch master in the world. This does not mean how powerful Wu Gong is. It can only be said that his ability is too strong. In fact, just relying on what the old man said, With the strength he showed, the average first-rate master in the arena was no match for him.

"Although his strength is very strong, his foundation does not seem to be very stable. It seems that he is practicing some kind of unstable martial arts."

Huang Rong said sharply.

Even among first-class experts, there is actually a big gap.

Just like she and Guo Jing can also be called first-class masters, but ordinary first-class masters are no match for them.

Li Mochou can also be called a first-class master, but she can easily massacre other first-class masters, and can even enter and leave the palace freely without worrying about her own life.

But when it comes to Huang Yaoshi's level, there are few opponents in the world, and he is the top figure in the martial arts world.

But even if Huang Rong really calls her father here, she may not be able to capture Wugong.

After all, Wu Gong's ability is too abnormal.

There is no such comparison at all.

"No matter what his origin is, our purpose of coming in this time is to find someone.

It's not like I came here to compete. "

While they were chatting, a row of maids suddenly appeared in front of them.

Behind them is a large door.

"Dear guests, please wash your hands!"

Wu Gong put his hand into the basin, it was cold to the bone, but then there was a flow of warmth.

Looking at the light blue liquid in it with some curiosity.

He wanted to ask, but the maid didn't give him a chance.

He immediately moved the basin away, and soon a maid came out to wipe his palms.

"Please come in, distinguished guest."

The door behind him opened.

It's resplendent and the lights are bright.

What comes into view is a huge high platform with a height of seven or eight meters. It is inlaid with gold and jade, and the golden light is shining. It looks dazzling and extremely dazzling.

There are more than a dozen green and red-crested macaws with shiny hair. They flew down from the high platform and circled above the seven people's heads.

They all said in unison: "The immortal has returned to the Wuling family, and the fairy welcomes Bu Caixia."

These parrots were shouting and hovering overhead.

Wu Gong looked at these parrots speaking in unison and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Who on earth could train these parrots to be so well-behaved?

Wu Gong also wanted to raise parrots in his previous life, but it was extremely difficult to train them. It would take several years to train just one, let alone so many of them.

The maid leads the way.

A group of people went up to the attic along the side stairs.

Li Qingluo spent a lot of money to buy a private room on the second floor, but in fact, if it were not a private room, she would not feel crowded when sitting in the lobby, because this theater is so huge, and there is a space between every table. There is sufficient distance.

Qiao Feng walked at the front to clear the way.

Just as he was about to go up to the second floor, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He is a slave dressed similarly to Chen San.

It's just that he looks younger and a little better-looking, unlike Chen Sanyi who looks like a rotten chrysanthemum when he smiles.

"Sorry everyone, my name is Chen Wu. Since you are from Chen San, if you want to go to the attic on the second floor, you must pass my test."

"What a big rule." Duan Yu said angrily: "Is this a theater or an arena? Why do you have to pass the rules everywhere? How can you do business like this? It's really unreasonable."

"If this young master is not happy, he can leave. We are not forcing him to leave." Chen Wu sneered. He didn't want to engage in any more verbal disputes, but he also had no intention of getting out of the way.

Qiao Feng frowned.

His temperament is not stingy.

But I also think this theater is a bit too much.

He squinted his eyes and said nothing.

He just lowered his hand and walked towards the Chinese character in front of him.

It was very slow at first, but he walked faster and faster in a few steps, and finally rushed in front of Chen Wu in one stride.

Chen Wu's eyes immediately showed a look of horror.

But he immediately waved his arms, which looked like he was trying to block, but his fingers were in the shape of aquiline hooks, one left and one right, like two scythes with barbs, and he stabbed Qiao Feng in front of him stably. , the speed is so fast and ferocious that it is dizzying.

"fall!"

Qiao Feng made a fist with one hand, and drew a semicircle with his whole arm from top to bottom. The sandbag-sized fist was like a spear. The top of the fist was just above the head of the spear. The trumpet-colored white air flow was directed toward him by the true energy. Smashed down below.

Taizu Changquan!

The fierce tenacity collided with Chen Wu's body, and his two arms suddenly went limp, looking as if they had been broken.

But in the next second, it returned to its original state, only taking half a step back without getting out of the way.

Qiao Feng shook his fist, took a step forward, stood in front of him, and said in a cold tone: "What's wrong? Don't you want to get out of the way?"

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Wu's forehead, but he gritted his teeth and said, "I only took half a step back. You can only get out of the way if you force me completely back."

Qiao Feng reached out and grabbed his collar, his tone full of impatience: "Okay, since that's the case, then I'll offend you."

As he spoke, he lifted his hand vigorously upwards, and he lifted the man weighing over a hundred pounds directly.

Then he threw it forward hard.

Like a gourd rolling in the clouds, Chen Wuteng flew towards the rear in the mist. He kept struggling in the air, but was still unable to control his body until he completely hit the wall, leaving a striking human-shaped depression on the wall. Then he stopped, and the dull sound made the walls and the floor shake.

The maid who had already walked up to the attic one step ahead looked at all this in shock.

His pupils were filled with incredulity.

"Brother Qiao's great skill, what's the name of this move?" Wu Gong clapped his hands and praised.

"This is called angrily beating a dog in the way. It is one of the dog-beating stick techniques. I wonder what Gang Leader Huang thinks of it?"

Huang Rong smiled and nodded: "That's true. Brother Qiao uses his hands as sticks. It seems that he has mastered the stick-sticking technique in the dog-beating stick technique."

Qiao Feng smiled and did not speak. Instead, he said to the maid next to him: "How many more levels are there? Let them take it together."

The maid took a deep breath and forced a smile: "There is one more level to go, please come with me."