Under One: Play as Qiao Feng at the beginning

But everything has two sides. The old and cunning Wang Ai soon realized that this was also good for his Wang family. He could take down Qiao Feng openly, even if he killed him, others would have nothing to say.

The only trouble is that it needs to be a duel, but it doesn't matter, the Wang family has many masters, even if it is grinding, they can smooth Qiao Feng.

"Who is going to fight?"

Wang Ai glanced back at the master raised by the mansion, and asked in a deep voice.

"Master, I would like to play."

A man in a white exercise suit stood up.

"Okay, leave him alone."

Wang Ai nodded and agreed.

There was a flash of white light, and a figure appeared in the sky. The next second, the figure landed steadily in front of Qiao Feng.

"Here comes again."

The audience whispered the information, and everyone's eyes widened.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance. It's too late to admit defeat."

The man in white stood in the same posture as Qiao Feng, with his hands behind his back, but there was more contempt in his eyes.

"Do people in the Wang family like nonsense so much? Hurry up if you want to fight."

Qiao Feng said coldly.

"Ha ha."

The man in white smiled, and kicked Qiao Feng's jaw without warning.

Qiao Feng raised his arm to block it, a sharp pain came from his forearm, and he had to take a step back.

Although it was only a step back, in the eyes of the audience, Qiao Feng was at a disadvantage.

Sure enough, the strength of the Wang family is still very strong, but they only sent a person to explore the way, and the second person is just as powerful.

Many people have such thoughts in their hearts.

Qiao Feng flicked his sleeves lightly, and looked down at the feet of the man in white.

Ordinary strangers practice martial arts, and they are very particular about their clothes. The clothes should be loose and light, and the shoes should be more comfortable, so as not to restrict their shots.

Even Qiao Feng himself specially changed into a pair of sneakers, but his opponent, the man in white, was wearing a pair of big-toed leather shoes that looked very bulky, and the toe was several times larger than ordinary big-toed leather shoes. It's just like the Bigfoot in the cartoon, very incongruous.

Qiao Feng thought about it for a while, and immediately thought of the reason. This white-clothed man must be good at legwork, especially with the iron blocks in his shoes.

It's also fortunate that Qiao Feng's muscles and bones have deep internal strength, for an ordinary person, this kick has already broken his forearm.

Looking back at the man in white, he seemed to be even more shocked. Qiao Feng blocked his full-strength kick and was unharmed.

"People from the Wang family are really shameless."

Qiao Feng groaned angrily, jumped up, and punched down hard.

The man in white had no time to dodge, and crossed his arms to protect his head.

With two crisp sounds, the man in white's arms hung down limply, and Qiao Feng broke both of his arms with just one punch.

"you wanna die."

The man in white howled in pain, stuck his foot into the ground, and lifted it up. Suddenly, a piece of soil rose into the sky, blocking Qiao Feng's sight.

Facing the oncoming mud, Qiao Feng had no choice but to retreat.

The man in white took advantage of the momentum to chase after two steps, and swept out with a whip leg. Although her arms were broken, the killer moves were all on her legs, so the impact was not great.

However, it was empty.

When the soil hit the ground, the man in white was surprised to find that Qiao Feng was standing in front of him, but why didn't the kick of the whip hit him?
Before he had time to think, the man in white kicked Qiao Feng's chest, but Qiao Feng sideways avoided him.

The man in white turned around on the spot, and swept out with another whip kick.

This time he saw clearly, Qiao Feng dodged his attack by squatting on the spot.

The white-clothed man became furious, and hit several times in a row, but his moves failed. Instead, he got two arms. He immediately bowed and crossed his legs to attack, focusing on Qiao Feng's lower body.

Qiao Feng jumped and dodged, as if he had found the feeling of jumping rubber bands with his female classmates when he was a child.

"It's boring, you are weaker than the one just now."

Qiao Feng had had enough, and said a little bored.

The man in white suddenly felt a strong crisis, he immediately retracted his legs and stood up straight, entering a defensive state.

It's a pity that it was too late. Qiao Feng who was in front of him suddenly disappeared. He was about to turn his head to look for it when a chill came from the back of his head:
"It's my turn."

Like a frightened rabbit, the man in white jumped out on the spot and landed a few meters away.

Seeing Qiao Feng's joking expression, he realized that he had been teased.

But what followed was fear. If Qiao Feng made a move, he might have already been tricked.

Then, Qiao Feng moved, like a mad buffalo, and rushed towards the man in white.

One leg, two legs, three legs.
The scene of Qiao Feng beating the man in black was repeated again, but this time he switched to attacking with his feet.

face, chest, abdomen.

The man in white didn't know how many kicks he had received. Every kick made him feel like he was hit by a train, but he couldn't dodge it, and couldn't fight back.

The last two kicks were on the knees, and the two kneecaps were completely turned into shards under Qiao Feng's feet. It was impossible to stand up again, and he could only be accompanied by a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Finished, call it a day.

Qiao Feng clapped his hands and shouted:
"Wang Ai, take your dog back."

Soon, two servants of the Wang family carried a stretcher and carried the unconscious man in white down.

Qiao Feng won two games in a row without any effort, which raised the atmosphere of the scene a lot.

"Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng, is the pinnacle, Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng, invincible"

The teenage cheerleaders started shouting again.

Wang Ai, who was standing at the door watching the battle, turned back to the courtyard with a dark face. After a while, a giant like a hill came out of the courtyard and came straight to Qiao Feng.

This person was more than two meters tall and weighed about four hundred catties. His whole body was full of explosive muscles. The forearm exposed outside the short sleeve was thicker than Qiao Feng's thigh.

Every time the giant took a step, the ground would tremble, and then leave a deep footprint.

The audience stared at him dumbfounded, swallowing in unison.

It's not that I'm greedy, it's just that the visual impact this guy brings to people is too strong and the sense of oppression is too strong.

Qiao Feng looked up at the giant who was several heads taller than him, and couldn't help but think of Tao Yuan's apprentice, the idiot.

Stupid is also very strong, but compared to the giant in front of him, he is like a younger brother. This man breathes like a cow, and there is no doubt that he is a strong player.

This kind of person has three characteristics, great strength, strong lethality, and resistance to beatings. The disadvantage is that they are not flexible enough.

Facing this kind of opponent, it is very difficult to win by relying on skills alone, so you can only take advantage of the tricks.

Just as the giant opened his mouth to speak, Qiao Feng smelled a suffocating bad breath and waved his hands quickly:
"and many more."

After speaking, Qiao Feng squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and took the opportunity to grab a handful of dirt in his hands.

After Qiao Feng stood up again, the giant was still waiting for him with his mouth open.

Sure enough, big people are not very smart.

Qiao Feng thought to himself, and before the giant could speak, he jumped up and slapped all the dirt in his hand into the giant's mouth.