How could Nangong Ji not know Xiao Feng’s thoughts? Looking at the look he cast, he smiled: “Boy, take off his clothes.”

"What are you doing?" Xiao Feng was stunned. If he hadn't seen the other party was an old man, he would have shouted, "I'm not going to be a stingy anymore."

"Don't think wrong, you kid, I am very serious, take off my clothes quickly." Nangong Ji hummed.

Xiao Feng looked up and down at Nangong Jishi, and after confirming that he didn't look like a comrade, he slowly took off his clothes: "Grandpa Nangong, you are not planning to pass on my 50 years of skill, hey, if this is the case, then I will thank you."

"You have read too many martial arts novels." Nangong Ji was amused and crying.

After Xiao Feng took off his shirt, he pulled his pants: "Does this need to be taken off?"

"unnecessary."

"Oh, then I'll be relieved." Xiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He was not an exposure maniac. He didn't like to take off all three old men. No, two old men and an old monk for them to appreciate.

All the three of them looked at Xiao Feng's upper body, with crisscrossing scars on it, especially the scars in his heart. Even Nangong Ji was Master Huiyue, he raised his eyebrows. This kid is so lucky.

"Amitabha, so good." Master Huiyue couldn't help but yelled the Buddha's name: "If Donor Xiao was willing to put down his butcher's knife, he would definitely suffer less."

Mr. Jing had seen the scars on Xiao Feng's upper body before, but when he saw him again, he felt a little sad. He had been unable to make trouble for this child in the past few years, but how could he grow up without experiencing life and death?

Nangong Ji walked to Xiao Feng, slapped his chest and back a few times, and finally said in a deep voice: "Give me your hand."

Xiao Feng raised his hand, and Nangong Ji pinched his pulse accurately. He narrowed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep. It took him three minutes before he opened his eyes and said slowly: "Boy, don't you know how to cherish your body."

"My body, haha, I'm in good health. I can eat three steamed buns in one meal, one night..." Xiao Feng was excited and almost said the words "I can control the five girls in one night", but fortunately, he stopped the car in time.

Nangong Ji pretended that he hadn't heard Xiao Feng's words, and raised his hand and quickly patted him a few times: "Do you still think it's okay now?"

"Suck~" Xiao Feng took a deep breath, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Nangong Ji didn't use much force, so why did the places he had photographed hurt? What's even more exaggerated is that purple ecchymns appeared on the surface of the scar, which at first glance seemed a little shocking.

"What's going on?" Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, his voice trembling a little.

Nangong Ji shook his head: "Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound. I can't explain it clearly in one sentence or two sentences. I can only tell you, although you are alive now, you are injured too much and your vitality is very damaged. Once all old diseases break out one day, you will be sick and your body will completely collapse."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine." Xiao Feng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and grinned barely: "[Fuck] is the old Chinese Medicine doctor with syphilis and hemorrhoids?"

Nangong Ji took a few more shots, and the ecchymns disappeared again at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pain on Xiao Feng's body also weakened a lot: "How can ordinary people see a true Chinese medicine?"

Xiao Feng moved his body and nodded deeply: "Well, that's true. There are too many scammers now, and he has ruined all the things that our ancestors have."

"Nangong, what are you going to do with this kid's body?" Old Jing frowned, with a little worried tone. He knew that Nangong Ji would not exaggerate, and Xiao Feng's body was indeed a big problem.

"I have to go out to buy some medicinal materials, and when I come back, I take a medicinal bath for him first, dispel the 'stool' in his body, and then help him recover his vitality." Nangong Ji thought about it and said seriously.

"Then I'll bother you." Old Jing sighed. Fortunately, Nangong Ji was here, and he could eliminate the hidden dangers on Xiao Feng.

Nangong Ji waved his hand and looked at Xiao Feng again: "Boy, come on, stand on horse stance first."

"Stand on horse stance." Xiao Feng was speechless. He didn't expect that Nangong Ji would let him do such a thing.

"Yes, go to the horse stance, I'll go out to buy you medicinal materials." Nangong Ji nodded.

"Okay." Xiao Feng didn't doubt Nangong Ji's medical skills, otherwise how could he have such a name? Ji Shi, isn't it just Ji Tian?

"Stand for three hours of horse stance first." Nangong Ji said the next sentence, which almost made Xiao Feng jump. Three hours of horse stance, isn't this a cheating father?

But Xiao Feng had to do it. To be honest, he was scared by his physical reaction just now. Could it be that there are so many hidden dangers hidden in his body?

Nangong Ji left, and only Xiao Feng, who was standing on horse stance, and Master Jing and Master Huiyue who were playing chess leisurely.

When he was a child, Mr. Jing often asked him to stance when he was training Xiao Feng in order to stabilize the lower plate. He himself forgot how long it took him to stance. In less than an hour, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Old monk, what if you attack and defend this time, how about you?" Old Jing said, clasping the chess piece and staring at the chessboard.

Master Huiyue shook his head: "I don't know how to attack, and I don't want to attack."

"..." Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, grandma, what a pair of good friends, both aggressive and grateful~

About two hours later, Nangong Ji walked in with a large bag of things from outside. Seeing Xiao Feng standing honestly on his horse stance, he nodded with satisfaction: "This kid isn't lazy, right?"

"No, although the posture is getting worse and worse, it is also considered a horse stance." Old Jing picked up the hot tea and took a sip.

Xiao Feng looked at Mr. Jing and licked his lips. Grandma, they played chess for two hours and drank tea for two hours, but they didn't even run away in the toilet.

Nangong Ji smiled, as if he was back at his own home, carrying the big bag to make preparations in advance, while Xiao Feng stood there so eagerly, not daring to move at all.

Another hour passed, and Nangong Ji came out: "Okay, now I'll hit the wooden stake, when will it be broken, and when will it stop?" As he said that, he pointed to a wooden stake in the corner of the yard.

Xiao Feng's forehead was instantly covered with black lines. It was something he had played with before. There was no such thing as a wooden stake. It was obviously an iron stake, because he would crack after playing with the wooden stake for a few days. Finally, Mr. Jing was furious and directly made an iron stake for him with steel. It was indeed not broken again.

Now Nangong Ji asked him to break the Iron Man pile, which was not a loss of life. This Iron Man pile was made in high school. He had been hit by three years but he had not broken it. It is not easy to destroy it now.

"Boy, you can try it with the second level of force or heavy hands." Old Jing spoke lightly.

Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll try it." After saying that, he directed his trembling legs and walked towards the iron man stake in the corner.

"Brother, we have a good relationship, so you can sacrifice this time." Xiao Feng stood in front of the Iron Man stake, took a deep breath, stabbed his horse with his legs, and the double force suddenly burst out from his arms and hit the Iron Man stake hard.

The next second, the iron man stake made a 'bang' sound, but Xiao Feng screamed miserably: "My grass, my arm is about to break~"

Xiao Feng looked down at his arms, and it was already red and swollen quickly. Looking at the Iron Man stake, there seemed to be no major damage except for the brighter points. Now, he couldn't help but be discouraged. It seemed that he had a long way to go if he wanted to destroy the Iron Man stake.

"Hurry up, I'll give you an hour." Nangong Ji finished speaking and left again.

Xiao Feng touched the red and swollen part of his arms, clenched his fists, grandma, I hope he won't break the bones later. If I can't even settle an iron man, how can I settle the world and reach the top?

A domineering aura suddenly burst out. Xiao Feng shouted loudly. The second level of force and the broken bridge hand were combined with another heavy blow, hitting the iron man stake. The two collided and made a "pa" sound. Xiao Feng endured the pain and began to throw out what he had learned, completely using the iron man stake as a target.

In the end, Xiao Feng was a little lost. He even used the Wing Chun Fist he learned from Wuhuan. With the dual power, a crackling sound gradually sank.

While playing chess, Mr. Jing observed Xiao Feng. Finally, he saw him entering the state of selflessness and nodded with satisfaction: "Old monk, do you think this kid can help me complete the things I didn't finish back then?"

Master Huiyue's eyes narrowed: "You are sure you want to do that."

"Haha..." Old Jing just smiled and did not follow up.

"Do you know what consequences will bring if you do this?" Master Huiyue turned around and looked at Xiao Feng who was struggling desperately, and asked with a serious expression.

"I'm hesitating, and haven't thought about it for the time being... Don't worry, old monk, I know what to do and what not to do." Old Jing said seriously.

"Well, I hope so." Master Huiyue sighed: "This guy shows his sharpness. Although he is not as sharp as you back then, I have a premonition that his future achievements will not be much worse than you."

Mr. Jing picked up the teacup and took a sip: "My achievements are you here all day long waiting to die? Haha, don't look at his hard work now, it's actually a piece of unsorted jade. Once it is successfully polished, the brilliance he shines will surely attract the attention of the world and make the world tremble."

"The world is attracted by attention, and the world is trembling." Master Huiyue repeated two sentences in a low voice, and said aloud: "Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore~"

An hour passed, and there was no place in Xiao Feng's body that was not painful. During this hour, he used almost all the places in his body that could attack. In other words, he turned every part of his body into a weapon that could kill people.

When Nangong Ji asked him to stop, he was already unstable. He sat on the ground and stroked his body with his trembling hands, gasping for breath: "Mom, mom, it's more tired than the five girls in one night... it hurts even if you were exposed to one night..."
Chapter completed!