C141 Su Lingyu
C141 Su Lingyu
Su Haoran frowned. Looking at Chen Feng's relaxed appearance, he didn't seem to be a fighter. Furthermore, he was so young. How could such a person know Jin Liu'an?
"Little friend, you know Jin Liu'an?" Su Haoran asked. Although he was puzzled, he did not want to be rude.
Chen Feng shook his head and said, "Not yet."
"Then why are you looking for Jin Liu'an?" Su Haoran frowned.
"Fight." Chen Feng smiled slightly and said.
Su Haoran's face turned black. Fighting with Jin Liu'an? You must be tired of living.
"Puchi!"
Su Lingyu couldn't hold in her laughter anymore, it was so loud that it was like flowers were dancing in the air.
"Bro, do you know who Jin Liu'an is?" He suspected that Chen Feng was here to cause trouble. He wasn't even a martial artist, yet he wanted to fight Jin Liu'an. Jin Liu'an could probably stab Chen Feng to death with a finger.
"Got it." Chen Feng smiled.
"You don't know anything!" Liu Tie rolled his eyes at Chen Feng and snappily said, "Little brother, to tell you the truth, Jin Liu'an isn't someone you can mess with. If you know what's good for you, then quickly leave our dojo and don't cause trouble for us."
"I really came to fight Jin Liu'an." Chen Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly. Why did no one believe him when he told the truth?
"Fight? It's more like suicide. " Zhao Dong snorted.
"Hey, uncle, are you a martial artist?" At this moment, Su Lingyu suddenly spoke up with a smile on her face.
Uncle? Chen Feng touched his nose and was a bit speechless. Was he that old?
"Spirit jade!" Su Haoran glared at Su Lingyu in dissatisfaction. This little girl was really talking too much. Could she just casually reveal the matter of the warriors to the ordinary people?
Su Lingyu stuck out her tongue and made a face at Chen Feng.
"Little friend, do you have any grudges with Jin Liu'an?" Su Haoran asked. He could tell that Chen Feng wasn't talking nonsense, but he didn't understand how Chen Feng got into trouble with Jin Liu'an if he wasn't even a fighter.
"There are indeed some grievances."
"Must I take it back?" Su Haoran raised his eyebrows.
"We must take revenge!" Chen Feng was resolute and decisive.
Su Haoran sighed and said, "Little friend, listen to my advice and quickly leave our dojo. Jin Liu'an is not someone you can provoke."
"If we don't give it a try, how will we know if we'll be able to provoke him?" Chen Feng laughed. Su Haoran's words were naturally for his own good, but Su Haoran had seriously underestimated himself.
Su Haoran frowned and suddenly felt dissatisfied with Chen Feng. He had already said it so clearly, why didn't Chen Feng take it in?
"Since that's the case, then little friend, feel free to do as you please." Su Haoran's tone was slightly cold. Chen Feng wanted to court death, so it was impossible for him to stop him.
"Alright." Chen Feng smiled and walked to the side.
Zhao Dong, Feng Yuan and the others started to warm up as they prepared for the Gambling that was about to arrive.
Since no one greeted Chen Feng, he also felt at ease and began to inspect the facilities in the dojo. The training facilities for Haoran Martial Club were well-prepared.
Cultivating stance, sandbag, sleeper … Wait, everything.
Chen Feng's eyes fell on a sandbag in the middle of the dojo. Although it was called a sandbag, it was obviously out of the sandbag's range.
This was because the sandbag did not contain sand, but iron sand.
Yes, iron sand.
It was nearly two meters tall, as thick as a bucket, and filled with sand.
Just by being suspended there, it gave people a feeling that it was as heavy as a thousand kilograms.
Most of the ordinary sandbags nearby were 10 kg, 20 kg, and 30 kg. These normal sandbags were for the students outside the hall to train.
There were also some 50 kg or 80 kg sandbags that were for warriors to train in.
And this iron sand bag in front of Chen Feng, looked like it weighed five hundred kilograms. For ordinary Bright Force warriors, not to mention training with it, they would even find it hard to move it.
"Hey, Uncle, what are you looking at?" At this moment, a crisp voice sounded from behind him. Chen Feng didn't even need to turn his head to know that it was that weird girl from before.
"Look at the sandbags." This kind of iron sand bag was also available in the Chen Family Martial Arts School. However, the iron sand bag in Chen Family was even heavier than the one in front of him, it was at least a thousand kilograms.
Su Lingyu was speechless. She rolled her eyes and said, "Of course I know you're looking at sandbags."
"You still ask when you know it?" Chen Feng smiled and said.
Su Lingyu gritted her teeth and said, "Hey, uncle, what are you saying?"
"What's wrong?" Chen Feng was shocked.
"It's nothing!" Su Lingyu stomped her feet in anger. This guy, he was just like a fool.
"Oh." Chen Feng replied and shifted his gaze to the iron sandbag.
Seeing Chen Feng ignore her, Su Lingyu was a bit annoyed. What's so good about a broken sandbag? Is it as good as this lady's?
No, I have to play with this fool! Su Lingyu was a little angry and felt that she should punish Chen Feng for his rudeness.
"Uncle, do you want to try the feel of this sandbag?" Su Lingyu rolled her eyes and suddenly said.
"Hmm? "How do you want to test it?" Chen Feng stared at Su Lingyu's eyes and smiled playfully.
Being stared at by Chen Feng, for some reason, Su Lingyu suddenly felt a little guilty, but she still said seriously, "I will use my fist to test it out. Uncle, it's like hitting an ordinary sandbag, use your full strength, hit this sandbag and you will be able to test the feel of this sandbag."
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"Is that so?" The playfulness in Chen Feng's eyes became even more. This little girl actually wanted to tease him and make him look like a fool. One must know that this was an iron sand bag weighing as much as 500 kg. If an ordinary person were to use his full strength, at least his wrist would be sprained. It was even possible for him to have a serious fracture.
After all, this sandbag was filled with iron sand. If you used your bare hands to hit iron sand, it would be equivalent to punching steel with your bare hands. How could ordinary people not feel pain when they hit steel?
"Yeah." Su Lingyu said seriously.
"Alright, I'll try." Chen Feng smiled and said.
"Hehe, you can do it, uncle." Su Lingyu giggled. Her beautiful eyes revealed a smile of satisfaction. If there was no surprise, Chen Feng's punch would hurt so much that he would scream out loud. It might even hurt her wrist. At that time, if Chen Feng begged him to send him to the hospital, he would definitely refuse and let this guy make a fool of himself.
Chen Feng walked to the front of the sandbag, glanced at his fist and prepared to punch.
"Wait!"
Seeing that Chen Feng was standing and punching, Su Lingyu quickly stopped him.
Chen Feng looked at Su Lingyu in confusion. What's wrong with this girl?
"Uncle, your actions are not standard."
Su Lingyu walked up and 'kindly' helped Chen Feng correct his actions, "Uncle, punching sandbags depends on your waist to exert strength, so you need to first take a good horse stance before your waist can help. If you just stand like this, you won't be able to do much."