Start Biyou Village: Start with one person and add some horizontal training

He still needs to arrange for someone to investigate and verify everything Han Jue said.

Feng Zhenghao took the PAD on the desk, handwritten a long list of information on the screen, and handed it to Han Jue.

Han Jue read it silently, smiled knowingly, and erased the content.

"Okay, then it's a deal."

After speaking, he got up and walked out of Feng Zhenghao's office.

………………

That night.

The well-dressed Feng Shayan came to Han Jue's room wrapped in fragrant wind.

The two spent most of the night madly loving each other.

"My father came to see you today, did you have anything to say?"

Curled up in Han Jue's arms, Feng Shayan felt a strange feeling when she noticed that his excitement was completely different from the past.

Han Jue stroked her soft silver-white hair, remembering the conversation with Feng Zhenghao during the day.

After all, the strength is not enough.

Although he already has the ability to defeat Zhuge Qing.

But in front of Feng Zhenghao, who has practiced for four or fifty years, and other strangers of the older generation, he was not at all sure.

Otherwise, there is no need to waste words to explain so much.

As for Feng Zhenghao's last proposal, he chose to accept it gladly.

No harm to him anyway.

I just took the opportunity to leave Tianxiahui,

Practice everywhere and improve yourself.

"No, just chatting." Han Jue looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, "Do you still remember the question I asked you last time?"

"what is the problem?"

Feng Shayan drew a circle, not knowing why.

"It's nothing, go to sleep." Han Jue hugged her tightly and turned off the light.

After a while.

"Hey, I can't sleep..."

"Aren't you full? You've been eating more and more recently."

"It's all your fault."

"Hey, I'm so worried. What will you do without me?"

"Then you stay by my side and don't go."

"what is the benefit?"

"Well, let me make a poem for you."

"Hey, I can't tell, Miss Tangtangfeng is actually a hidden poet. Why don't you tell me about it."

"I don't know much."

"For the sake of being so obedient, I will teach you two tricks."

"Oh, what is it?"

"...Asshole, I'll kill you."

………………

the next day.

A fierce quarrel broke out between Han Jue and Feng Zhenghao in the office.

After hearing the news, Feng Shayan, Feng Xingtong, Feng Yaya, Jia Zhengyu, and Tan Chang came here.

"What happened?"

"Yeah, they won't fight, will they?"

"Master Jia, go and persuade them."

Jia Zhengyu listened intently for a long time, with a sneer on his face.

Relying on Feng Zhenghao's favor for him, he pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the office.

Han Jue and Feng Zhenghao faced each other, their swords were on edge, full of gunpowder.

As soon as Jia Zhengyu raised his head, Feng Zhenghao shot his gaze like a sharp sword, and questioned him coldly.

"Master Jia! It's in vain that I trust you, but you actually brought an imposter to the Tianxiahui. What's your intention?"

Fuck, was found? !

Jia Zhengyu was shocked.

After thinking about it, I immediately beamed with joy.

"President Feng! I have no other choice, but don't worry, I will capture him and hand him over to you immediately."

He envisioned it perfectly.

With Feng Zhenghao, the top ten, he made the move himself, and a group of people outside would swarm up at any time.

Even if this kid has three heads and six arms, he can't resist it.

Catch him, not only to take back the phone, but also to vent all the evil spirits he has suffered during this period.

This bastard must be given a serious meal.

If you don't beat him to the point of bleeding, you won't give up!

Jia Zhengyu rushed towards Han Jue and went all out.

He wants to prove his strength in front of Feng Zhenghao.

"Little bastard, how dare President Feng be presumptuous in front of you?! Lay down and eat shit for me."

"Running Palm!"

Feng Zhenghao silently took two steps back, avoiding the area where the two fought.

Han Jue's gaze met him across the air, and he turned to face Jia Zhengyu, his face suddenly gloomy, and he grinned maniacally.

"What kind of shit, Master Jia?! I think you are a fake big shit."

"The last time we met, your fucking crotch was stretched by me, and today's butt is itchy again, isn't it?!"

"Look at me beating you up!"

To deal with Jia Zhengyu, Han Jue didn't even bother to activate the King Kong Immortality Magic Art.

A bone-chilling Tianshuang fist hit him directly.

PS: The next chapter begins, and the chapter of Tianxiahui comes to an end temporarily.

Before I knew it, there were 11 words, and it would not make much sense for the protagonist to stay in Tianxia, ​​so I chose to leave.

In fact, a lot of content has been written in the chapter of Tianxiahui, and some chapters focus on the communication between the protagonist and Fengsha Yanfeng Zhenghao.

It looks like water, but it is a necessary foreshadowing, otherwise the subsequent plot will appear very abrupt.

In addition to rewards for catching traitors and doing missions, the foreshadowing of the conflict between the Wang Family, Quan Xing, and Yao Xing Club has all been laid.

The protagonist will go out to practice and continue to avenge the Wang family, and the story with Xia He is about to happen.

Also about the identity of the protagonist: a little spoiler, there will be a particularly big reversal later.

Judging from the current comments, most people should not guess it.

Chapter 47 Blowing Jia Zhengyu With One Punch 【Part 1】

Tianshuangquan is a martial art that appeared in the first part of [Fengyun].

As a product of the world of high martial arts, its power is comparable to Fengshen Legs and Cloud Pai Palm, and they restrain each other.

The latter two still shine brilliantly even in the second and third volumes of [Fengyun], which is more fantasy.

Compared with Qishangquan, a boxing technique from the low-level martial arts world, it is naturally very different.

Han Jue's face was grim, and he threw a Tianshuang fist at Jia Zhengyu.

A gust of cold air invisible to the naked eye spread out from the fist.

The essence of Jia Zhengyu's running palm is to imitate the flow of water with one innate qi.

After hitting the opponent, the qi flow goes deep into the body surface, and then destroys the opponent's body fluids and internal organs.

Although the destructive power is average, it is difficult to defend.

It's a pity that his opponent is Han Jue who happens to have practiced Tianshuang Fist.

The qi flow wrapped on the surface of Jia Zhengyu's palm was eroded by the frosty air from Tianshuang's fist and quickly condensed into ice.

Jia Zhengyu couldn't help being taken aback.

Han Jue's fist had landed on his chest like lightning.

The gloomy and cold Peiran's punch pierced through his body.

Jia Zhengyu felt as if he was being overwhelmed by a huge iceberg.

The viscera, including the entire upper body, felt a sharp pain of being crazily squeezed and torn apart.

Terrible oppression came to his face.

His body flew backwards uncontrollably, blood gushing from his mouth.

His whole body was covered with a layer of icy green air.

His complexion was even more ashen.

The half-opened office door couldn't bear the impact of the huge force and exploded.

He was smashed into countless pieces by Jia Zhengyu's body.

It kept flying tens of meters away until it knocked a wall into a herringbone hole.

Just then fell to the ground weakly.

One punch!

Just one punch!

The well-known Master Jia Zhengyu was blown away with a single punch!

The entire floor was suddenly silent.

The strangers who stood outside and witnessed this astonishing scene were dumbfounded and shocked.

Even Feng Zhenghao couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and his eyes were shining brightly.

This kid's strength has improved again!

It was only two nights since defeating Zhuge Qing.

Feng Zhenghao had heard of Han Jue's obsession with cultivation for a long time.

According to brothers and sisters Fengshayan and Fengxingtong, when Han Jue was doing missions, he hardly ever left home.

Every day, I either practice hard in my room behind closed doors, or temper myself crazily on the training ground.

Just like a martial idiot, a cultivating madman.

Perhaps this is the reason for his rapid progress.

terrible!

Feng Zhenghao is glad that he made a correct decision yesterday.