The personal soldier of the beautiful president

"interesting."

When the young man with broken hair saw Qin Feng's move, his eyes lit up, and his thousand-year-old ice-like face was also a little moved.

Qin Feng's movements are as light as they are heavy, seemingly slow but fast, with a lingering breath, and between each move, he already has the demeanor of a generation of masters.

The fierce attack of the long-haired youth was like a fire, after meeting Qin Feng, it was like a flood meeting the sea.

No matter how fierce and terrifying a flood is, after it pours into the sea, at most it will only set off a wave, and then it will become a part of the sea.

The sea is open to all rivers!

This is the essence of Qin Feng's moves.

Although the long-haired youth's boxing was fierce and domineering, he was still unable to break through Qin Feng's defense. No matter how fierce his offensive was, the opponent could always defuse it lightly.

The more the long-haired youth hit, the more frightened he became, and the more he hit, the more depressed he became.

The opponent's moves were too weird. Every time he swung his fist, it seemed as if he was hitting the sea, and he couldn't even touch a piece of the opponent's clothes. This feeling made him very aggrieved.

There is a deep sense of powerlessness.

If this continues, he will only be exhausted to death.

The long-haired young man wanted to retreat, Qin Feng seemed to feel it, his moves suddenly changed, and the originally vast sea suddenly turned into a swamp.

The more the long-haired young man struggled, the more he realized that he seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss. The despair he couldn't resist made him scream.

"Ahh! Coward, you have the guts to fight me head-on, don't use such wretched moves!"

The long-haired youth is very aggrieved now.

The opponent's moves are too disgusting, even though he has all kinds of strength, he can't show it, which makes him very depressed.

"Okay, then I'll punch you."

As soon as the long-haired young man finished speaking, he felt the momentum around him change, the swamp disappeared, and the feeling of restraint disappeared, and he felt relaxed for a while.

He shook his fist, feeling the vigorous breath in his body, with high fighting spirit, staring at Qin Feng, grinning grinningly: "You said this, you must not go back on your word!"

"bring it on."

Qin Feng's face was calm and composed.

It seems that the long-haired youth is not taken seriously.

The long-haired young man had suffered enough just now, and he was holding back a stomach full of displeasure. Now that Qin Feng agreed to fight him head-on, he was determined to express his anger.

It's best to beat the kid until he doesn't even know his mother.

The long-haired young man took a deep breath, and all the true energy in his body poured into his right arm. He suddenly roared and punched out.

This punch contained [-]% of his strength, wrapped in the ferocity of breaking mountains and cracking ground.

Even the air made a loud noise of tearing cloth, which was enough to show the power of this punch.

Ordinary Xuan-level martial arts masters probably wouldn't be able to bear it.

Before the fist came, but the violent fist wind had blown Qin Feng's hair back and his clothes were rattling.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, facing the punch of the long-haired young man with a calm expression.

He raised his hand seemingly casually, clenched his fist, and then stretched out straight out.

Two fists collided in the air.

One fist is fierce and domineering, while the other looks weak.

At this moment, the surrounding air suddenly became strangely silent.

The violent aura contained in the long-haired youth's punch also disappeared without a trace, and the air suddenly became quiet, as if they were not in a competition, but a friendly boxing greeting among friends.

Only the long-haired youth can feel the terrifying power contained in Qin Feng's seemingly limp fist.

His packed punch seemed to hit a big iron ball.

The zhenqi in his body was directly dispersed, and the powerful counter-shock force was like a shattering force, directly destroying all his defenses, including his self-confidence!
Ding Ding Deng!
The long-haired young man bared his teeth, and involuntarily stepped back a few steps, with a bit of pain on his face, staring at Qin Feng with complicated eyes.

The opponent was a little stronger than he imagined.

"Now, can I see your principal?"

Qin Feng defeated the long-haired youth, and he was not at all proud. He was still so calm, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

"no!"

Seeing this, the young man with broken hair frowned slightly, and suddenly took a few steps forward, staring at Qin Feng coldly, with a bone-chilling aura surging around him.

Looking at this posture, he also wants to compete with Qin Feng.

"Hey, what are you doing? I haven't finished with him yet, why are you joining in the fun? Get out of here."

The long-haired young man frowned, as if displeased with the short-haired young man's behavior, pushed the latter away, and shouted very rudely.

The young man with short hair was not angry, he just gave the long-haired youth a cold look, and said expressionlessly: "You have already lost."

"I lost to your uncle, I didn't lose."

The long-haired young man became a little annoyed, "Even if I lose, it's not your turn. Don't you think you're better than me?"

"I was better than you."

The young man with short hair squinted at the young man with long hair, and answered coldly.

When the long-haired young man heard this, his hair exploded instantly: "What are you talking about? Then let's compare now and see who is stronger among us."

These two guys are usually disobedient to each other, and they often fight when they disagree, and they don't care about the occasion.

The long-haired young man rolled up his sleeves, angrily, as if he planned to compete with the short-haired young man to prove who is the most powerful.

"If you want to be beaten, I can satisfy you."

The young man with broken hair gave the long-haired youth a look of disdain, which made the latter even more angry, shouting that he must take good care of him, and look at how powerful he is...

Seeing that these two people were about to have sex, Qin Feng couldn't help being speechless.

It's kind of weird how things went.

"Shut up, you two, go back and face the wall and think for three hours!"

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice came from a private room behind them.

The two young people were like mice when they heard the meowing of a cat, they became honest within minutes, they gave a respectful oh, and then walked out with their heads down.

"You, come in."

At this time, the man's voice sounded again, but this time it was much calmer, but it was also mixed with a touch of anger and helplessness.

Qin Feng glanced at the backs of the two young men, then walked forward, stopped at the door of the seventh private room, and slowly pushed the door open.

The furnishings in the private room are simple, with a table, a few chairs, and a sofa.

An old man with gnarled muscles, snow-white hair and beard, and a hale and hearty spirit sat at the table and drank by himself.

"sit."

The old man looked up at Qin Feng, then pointed to the opposite side and said.

Qin Feng gently closed the door, walked over and sat down, organized the language in his mind, and then said: "Mr. Excuse me, my name is Qin Feng, I..."

"What old man, you can call me Zong Lao."

The old man waved his hand and interrupted Qin Feng's words.

This sect elder has a steady momentum, a loud voice, and bold words. He doesn't look like a great master, but rather like a tycoon.

"Master Zong..." Facing a great master, Qin Feng maintained basic respect.

"Boy, I know the purpose of your coming. As long as you can drink this glass of wine, I will tell you, but I want to remind you that this wine is not simple. If you don't have the strength, you will die if you drink it. You have to think about it." .”

Elder Zong seemed to have guessed Qin Feng's purpose here, and he didn't give the other party a chance to speak. Balabala is a big deal.

Zong Lao can be said to be old and strong, his voice was so loud that Qin Feng's ears were buzzing, and he was stunned for a while.

When Qin Feng was in a daze, Elder Zong picked up a new cup from the plate, hesitated for a while, finally gritted his teeth, poured out half of the cup carefully, for fear of spilling half a drop, then pushed it over with a face full of pain .

The expression of reluctance, as if this is some kind of jade liquid.

Qin Feng picked up the wine glass and glanced at it. The color of the wine was elegant, and when he smelled it slightly, the aroma of the wine was light. It looked ordinary.

However, Zong Lao's rules are really a bit strange.

Before talking about things, you have to drink a glass of wine, which is really full of quack flavor.

"Elder Zong, then I would be more respectful than obedient."

Qin Feng smiled slightly, raised his head lightly, poured half a glass of wine into his throat.

"What a strong wine!"

The strong wine entered the throat, and it immediately turned into a billowing heat wave, like hot magma, rushing into the limbs and bones in an instant.

Qin Feng's eyes flashed brightly, his face suddenly turned red like blood, he couldn't help but let out a low growl, then his eyes were closed tightly, his true energy circulated, the clouds and mist above his head were dense, like a dragon and a tiger, and visions appeared again and again.

The old man looked at the changes in Qin Feng's body, his eyes were full of splendor.

After a few breaths, Qin Feng's face returned to normal, his eyes suddenly opened, as if there was a thunderous explosion, and the light in his eyes was like a sword, as if to pierce the sky.

"Master Zong, what kind of wine is this?"

Qin Feng asked in amazement with a look of ecstasy.

This wine is brewed from something unknown, it looks ordinary, but after entering the mouth, it is like magma, scalding heat waves, sweeping the whole body, as if to burn the whole internal organs to ashes.

The end is domineering and unparalleled.

After drinking this wine suddenly, Qin Feng almost died and turned into ashes. Fortunately, the exercises he practiced are very unusual.

The true energy circulated, quickly suppressing the magma-like heat wave, and then dissolving it little by little...

When everything returned to normal, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his zhenqi had condensed a little more, and his physical body became more powerful, as if after thousands of tempers, there were faint signs of a breakthrough in his realm.

Even if he is a fool, he also discovered the unusualness of this wine.

"This is a jug of fine wine that I got by chance. It doesn't have a name, but I call it Burning Heart. How do you feel?"

Elder Zong caressed the ancient seven-inch jug on the table, his eyes filled with pride.

Obtaining this jug of wine is the proudest thing in his life.

It was precisely because of this jug of wine that his life experience changed dramatically.

"Burning Heart Liquor, what a name! Can I have another drink? Just one."

Qin Feng first gave a pretentious compliment, then suddenly laughed and moved over, his eyes full of longing and anticipation.

The effect of this wine is too strong, and the shackles of the realm that have been unable to break for several years have been loosened. If he has a few more drinks, he may be able to take the opportunity to break through.

How could Qin Feng not be ecstatic?
It's rare to meet such a treasure that can allow him to break through, he can't wait to snatch the pot of wine and drink it all in one gulp...