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Zhao Xianglong explained that the Linghu family is also one of the 36 Forts in Jiangnan, ranking behind Zhaojia Forts.

Isn’t this nonsense? Zhaojiabao ranked first, no one behind him?

Their Linghu family and the Ouyang family are in the same group. Linghu Chenfeng is the second child of their master's family. There is also an eldest child on it. The family has an ancestral sword technique.

Jiang Fei remembered that when he was using the sword, Zhao Xianglong mentioned the Linghu family, and thought that the Linghu family was all from the Linghu family.

The Linghu family lost to the Zhao family last time and ranked second, but their swordsmanship was very strong. Zhao Xianglong was bullied by them when he was a child. After all, there were two brothers, and only one of them was himself.

The two families have been fighting for many years, and the Linghu family is now developing, and they are competing for the position of the lord of Jiangnan Fort next time.

Jiang Fei smiled at the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, these descendants of Jiangnan have become so awesome. If Zhao Shufeng is still conservative, the first place will be really unstoppable.

The descendants of the immortal cultivators in Jiangnan are not all practicing martial arts. Some do business, some open martial arts schools, and some open medical clinics. Anyway, they do everything.

Because the younger generation does not have the ability to cultivate the truth, if they rely on the things they passed down from their ancestors, they will not be able to eat for a lifetime, so they still need to come out and have fun, just like Shangguan Yunhao going to the imperial capital and Linghu Chenfeng coming to the Qinglong Gang.

"Why, do you want to play one game? This kid has won nine consecutive games. In one game, he can win ten consecutive games and get a bonus."

Ten consecutive victories are the same in every underground boxing ring. There are ten consecutive victories bonuses, and the amount is not low. Generally speaking, after five consecutive victories, you will be sniped by the casino. After seven or eight consecutive victories, you will find a master to deal with you. Those who can win ten consecutive victories are all fierce people.

Zhao Xianglong's mouth raised slightly, showing a cold smile, staring at Linghu Chenfeng on the screen with cold eyes, and said lightly: "It's too early to go out now, I'll give him a surprise when the time comes."

It's really too early to appear now. Even if Linghu Chenfeng is preventing ten consecutive victories, what's the use? At that time, Lei Hu probably will find other experts and will not be able to stop him from sending people to compete for the position of the leader of the Zhan Tang.

Several people were in the private room, watching Linghu Chenfeng's tenth game. To be honest, this guy challenged ten games in a row, and he was already considered a ruthless person. No matter how good his kung fu was, he could not hold back his strength.

Wang Qing and Linghu Chenfeng were fighting with bare hands. Linghu Chenfeng stood there, wearing a black robe with clouds and swords tattooed on it, and two words: Qingfeng.

The capable clothing was wrapped in a black robe, with a belt around her waist and her legs tied up, which looked a bit like the robe in ancient times.

Wang Qing occasionally glanced at the referee next to him to see when the game started.

Wang Qing should have practiced the lower plate, his horse stance was steadily steadily, and Linghu Chenfeng stood there like a gust of wind, feeling that a gust of wind would blow him away.

Dangdangdang!

As soon as the ringtone rang, Wang Qing rushed over. He was worthy of practicing foot skills. The ejection started very perfectly and rushed to Linghu Chenfeng in two or three steps.

He swung a punch and hit him like Linghu Chenfeng, but Linghu Chenfeng seemed to be stationary there, motionless.

Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes. Linghu Chenfeng was quite energetic. He knew that Wang Qing was a fake move. He didn't use any force in this punch, and even if it hit someone, it would be useless.

Sure enough, when Wang Qing swung a punch, his right foot kicked out sideways, and he kicked violently towards Linghu Chenfeng's chest, aiming at the toes, and it seemed that his focus was on the toes.

Linghu Chenfeng still didn't move, and seemed to not care about Wang Qing's fierce attack.

At this time, Wang Qing had a ferocious smile on his face, thinking that he had won, and he could kick twelve coconuts in a row. Linghu Chenfeng, whose body looked weak, probably could kick his sternum into pieces with just one kick.

When his toes were less than ten centimeters away from Linghu Chenfeng, he suddenly took a step back, and his left hand turned out strangely from the bottom, directly grabbed Wang Qing's ankle, and his right hand seemed to be gently swinging a palm without any sound, slapped Wang Qing's thigh.

Then Wang Qing was thrown out, his facial features were twisted. After hitting the ground, he stood up with his left foot and dragged his right foot without moving.

"This is the Qingfeng Palm of the Linghu family. It seems gentle, but it is actually cruel. It penetrates the body with its strength. The whole body is concentrated on the palms. A gentle push can be enough to have a hundred pounds of strength." Zhao Xianglong was the tour guide. He knew the skills of the various thirty-six Forts in Jiangnan. After all, he had been fighting for so many years, and if he didn't understand, he would really not live.

Luo Wei nodded, looked at the person on the screen, and said lightly: "Wang Qing is also a good player, but he didn't expect to beat this guy."

Wang Qing was in a very embarrassed at this time, and his right leg was completely out of intuition and was numb. It was impossible to move a little bit.

At this time, Linghu Chenfeng on the opposite side made a very sexy gesture, stretched out his thumb, looked up, then turned 180 degrees, and shook three times towards the ground.

Oh my go, isn't this an internationally common gesture of contempt? If you make this gesture in the West, it's probably time for a group of people to come and kick your ass.

Wang Qing gritted his teeth and stared at Linghu Chenfeng opposite him fiercely, his eyes as lightning as a lonely wolf fighting alone.

He clenched his fists, pointed his left leg, jumped over in the air, and roared at the same time: "I've fought with you."

Wang Qing stretched out his fingers, aiming to direct Hu Chenfeng's eyes.

This kind of eye-opening behavior is absolutely not allowed in regular competitions, but here, there is no problem even if you kick the crotch.

However, this guy was injured in his right leg, so his body naturally slowed down. Before he could touch Linghu Chenfeng, his fingers were held by the latter's palm in the air, and then he rotated vigorously.

Click!

Both fingers were broken, and ten fingers were connected to the heart. The pain was unbearable. Wang Qing's head buzzed, as if it was pierced by countless thorns. Then Linghu Chenfeng eliminated his palm and thumped it, as if he was slapped on a drum. Wang Qing's back clothes exploded instantly, and he spitted blood and fell to the ground.

Seeing this guy losing his combat power, Linghu Chenfeng did not kill him. He just shook his index finger and said lightly: "Hey, there is no one who can fight."

Damn, this is so cool than Zhao Xianglong. If it weren't for preserving his strength, Jiang Fei would have wanted to go up and meet this little pussy himself.

After finishing work, Linghu Chenfeng walked off the ring and slowly swayed to the locker room with screams.
Chapter completed!