"Xiao Feng, where are you?"
"I'm outside. What's wrong, Director Lu?"
"It's like this. Director Huo sent over a copy of the script for the special identity.”
"I'm going to the Martial Arts Association. I'll find you when I'm done!" Xiao Feng thought for a moment.”
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Feng got on his bicycle and continued to set off.
The bicycle belonged to Wang Baobao. She had been busy day and night recently.
Although he had enough funds, Xiao Feng had not had the time to buy a car.
Twenty minutes later, at the entrance of the Beijing Martial Arts Association.
Xiao Feng parked his bicycle and looked at the rows of luxury cars in front of him.
Bentley, Porsche, Mercedes-Benz, Marsha…Why does this Marsha look so familiar?
The sun shone on the row of luxury cars, emitting the sour smell of money. It did not match the plaque on the entrance of the Martial Arts Association-Tranquility Yields Transcendence.
Xiao Feng thought to himself,"No wonder martial arts can't be developed. Everyone is wearing old Beijing cloth shoes and training clothes, making me look like a f * cking retro person."
In fact, all of them were living the lives of young models in clubs.
Thinking back to some of the dirt on martial arts masters in his previous life, Xiao Feng grew even more annoyed with this group.
Using the Great Xia's national techniques as a cover to swindle and deceive without thinking of making progress, he would definitely lose in any external war!
If it was compared to the men's soccer team, it would not be inferior.
In the words of General Fan,"
"All of you are still practicing martial arts. Don't you have any shame?”
The security guard at the door saw Xiao Feng sizing him up and asked,"Who are you looking for?"
"Zhao Baotian." Xiao Feng glanced at the security guard.”
The security guard looked like a door god. He was more than 1.9 meters tall, and Xiao Feng, who was 1.85 meters tall, had to look up at him.
He didn't know if he practiced martial arts, but he was at least 230 to 240 pounds, like a bear.
Hearing Xiao Feng call the Grandmaster of the Northern Sect, Zhao Baotian, by his name, the security guard narrowed his eyes and said in an impolite voice,
"Why are you looking for Teacher Zhao?"
Xiao Feng thought to himself,'I'm not the one looking for him, he's the one looking for me.'
"He called me and said he wanted me to attend a meeting."”
When the security guard heard this, he looked at Xiao Feng, who looked like a university student, and suddenly didn't believe it.
However, he didn't say much. Instead, he prepared to make a phone call to ask.
Just as he was about to make a call, a voice sounded.
"Damn it, it's you!"
Xiao Feng looked back and slapped his forehead.
He remembered!
Yesterday, he even ate steamed buns!
"I knew this car looked familiar!”
When Kong Yan saw that there was no one else beside Xiao Feng and Liu Yan was not around, he immediately became spirited.
"Who are you, Yanyan?"
Xiao Feng thought to himself, What does this have to do with you?
However, he still said indifferently,"Friend."
Kong Yan still looked like a successful man in a suit. He took out a pack of 1916 and lit one.
"Why don't I remember Yanyan having a friend like you?”
Xiao Feng ignored him and said to the tall security guard,
"Zhao Baotian is looking for me. If you don't let me in, you can explain to him yourself later.”
The security guard was probably sent by Teacher Zhao. If that was the case, he would be scolded.
She turned around and was about to make a call.
"What are you doing here?" Kong Yan asked Xiao Feng.”
He then looked at Xiao Feng's bicycle and started to imagine the plot.
"Damn it, the research institute has taken a fancy to such a poor bastard?”
"What else is there other than his looks? You look like a f * cking gigolo!"
Kong Yan's father, Kong San Pao, was a practitioner of the Xing Yi Martial Arts and had a high status among the northern boxers.
There were at least a few thousand disciples under him. Old Kong thought about it later. With such developed resources, his disciples were everywhere.
He stopped playing martial arts and went into business.
Therefore, Kong Yan was about the same age as Xiao Feng, but he was a real rich second generation.
He knew Liu Yan when she was in Eastern Guangdong. At that time, Liu Yan was still a television host.
Young Master Kong, who had been around for a long time, suddenly felt that he had met the right person and began to chase after her.
Who knew that Liu Yan already knew who he was? She had heard of Young Master Kong's name in Eastern Guangdong.
Not to mention his love history, just getting someone pregnant had been spread several times in the circle.
Therefore, Liu Yan hated this rich second-generation heir from the bottom of her heart.
Kong Yan was a northerner. He had followed his father to eastern Guangdong to do business.
Coincidentally, this was the meeting between the Northern and Southern Boxers, and they had heard news about Liu Yan.
He was like a cat that had smelled blood and immediately came to the capital with Kong Sanpao.
Who knew that not only did he get off on the wrong foot, he even let Xiao Feng eat his breakfast of love!
Now, it was the time for enemies to meet.
Just as Xiao Feng was about to ride his bicycle and leave, Kong Yan stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
Xiao Feng looked at Kong Yan. His patience was running out.
"Stay away from Yanyan in the future, understand?”
Xiao Feng laughed,
Immediately after, he went up and gave her a big mouth!
"Test your mother! I gave you some face and you still pretended to be a character?”
Kong Yan knelt on the ground in a daze from the slap, unable to react in time.
How many years had it been?
How many years had it been since he had been beaten up?
Even at home, Kong Sanpao, who had been a boxer, would not dare to lay a hand on his son out of consideration for his grandparents 'doting.
"Did I f * cking get beaten up?"
Kong Yan reacted, his eyes reddening."I'll kill you!"
Xiao Feng didn't even get off his bicycle.”
Another big mouth!
This time, it was even heavier. Xiao Feng exerted a little strength.
Kong Yan, who had just stood up, knelt down again!
He spat out a mouthful of blood with two teeth inside.
"How dare you beat me with your f * cking horse!"”
Xiao Feng had always pursued the principle of not competing if he could fight. He rode his bicycle and was about to leave.
At this moment, a furious roar exploded.
"Who are you, how dare you hit my son?”
It turned out that the security guard had called in. Zhao Baotian thought that it should be Xiao Feng.
He still valued Xiao Feng very much. This time, he had invited him to discuss an important matter.
Furthermore, Yuan Heping's admiration for Xiao Feng also made Zhao Baotian very interested in this young man.
He also understood Yuan Heping's character. For him to be able to receive such praise and even say such a high evaluation as 'the future person who will carry the standard of martial arts'…
Then Xiao Feng, this young man, should have some skills.
Sanpao Kong was the president of the Southern Martial Arts Association. Seeing Zhao Baotian leave, the two of them decided to go out and take a look.
When the two guild leaders left, the rest of the old men naturally followed.
Who would have thought that as soon as he stepped out, he would see Kong Sanpao's eldest son being beaten to the ground, his mouth full of blood.
Zhao Baotian narrowed his eyes and glanced at Kong Yan, who had fallen to the ground. Then, he said to Xiao Feng in confusion,"You are Brother Xiao Feng?"
Xiao Feng no longer had the patience he had when he came."It's me! President Zhao, if you have anything to say, say it here."
He no longer had any intention of eating with these old men.
Zhao Baotian looked at Kong Yan, who had just stood up. He knew that Xiao Feng and Kong Yan must have had an argument.
After all, he was the president of the northern sect, and Kong Sanpao was also an old man who practiced martial arts at the same time.
Moreover, there were many internal matters that needed to be discussed with Kong Sanpao.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Baotian felt a little troubled.
On one hand, it was for Yuan Heping's face, and on the other hand, it was for Kong Sanpao.
It was not worth it to side with either side.
Although Yuan Heping wasn't an internal member of the association, many of his disciples were in the Yuan family's class.
Kong Sanpao's face, which was covered with a full beard, was already ashen. He had a fierce appearance to begin with, and with a pair of bloodshot copper bell-like eyes.
At first glance, it looked quite powerful.
"Who are you?"
Actually, Sanpao had already guessed that this was the Xiao Feng that Zhao Baotian had told him about.
He should have some martial arts foundation, or else he wouldn't have beaten Kong Yan up so easily.
Moreover, regarding the matter that was of great significance to the Martial Arts Association, Kong Sanpao had always been suspicious of a young man in his early twenties.
With the current situation, he couldn't lose face in front of Nanbei Boxer no matter what!
Even if it was Yuan Heping's face, he, Kong Sanpao, wouldn't care about it today!
His son had been beaten up like this, and Kong Sanpao was already furious.
"Xiao Feng."
Seeing the huge crowd, Xiao Feng didn't leave. He sat on his bicycle and lit a cigarette.
He introduced himself.
This action made the Southern and Northern Boxers, who were all over forty years old, frown.
Immediately, a Southern School boxer stepped forward and pointed at Xiao Feng."You hit Little Rock? You're courting death!"
Xiao Feng's eyes turned cold.
No wonder there were more and more brats in today's society!
Who knows, they might have to do it today!
Xiao Feng wasn't a person who was afraid of trouble. In his previous life, when he was in school, he didn't fight for three days. His mother would even suspect that it was a manifestation of Bodhisattva.
Xiao Feng's principle was very simple: If others didn't offend me, I wouldn't offend them.
If someone offends me, I'll f * ck you to death!
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