Hong Buzhu really didn't want to be bowed to by Feng Hu, but after all, this was a knot of the latter's heart. He could only nod and accept it for the time being, and then he held Feng Hu's arms and helped the latter up.
Seeing that Feng Hu was very familiar with the affairs of the Yuhu Sect, he originally wanted to ask about the recent situation of the Yuhu Sect, but he couldn't stand the latter's rapid-fire questioning, so he could only briefly describe his experiences.
After learning that Hong Buzhu was the Xue Zun of Huasheng Hall, Feng Hu almost dropped his jaw and asked with fear: "Hong...Brother Hong...does your Huasheng Hall's technique really rely on food?" Human flesh and blood?”
Hong Buzhu was speechless when he heard this. It's true that good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles! And this statement becomes more and more outrageous as it spreads: "That's right! But now we occasionally add some seasonings to cook it to make it more delicious!"
"Ah!" Feng Hu's face became nervous when he heard this, and he hurriedly hid the wine jar behind him, his face flushed from holding it in.
"You're still a general, why are you so cowardly?" Hong Buzhu glared at Feng Hu angrily, "Now our Huashengtang practice uses the underground lava gas! Those refining flesh and blood are against the laws of nature. The evil magic has been abandoned long ago!"
"Really?" Feng Hu was relieved after hearing this, and then suddenly became eager to try: "Brother Hong, can you compete with me in front of my father, so that my father can see my growth and comfort his spirit in heaven!"
When he met Feng Hu before, Hong Buzhu noticed that Feng Hu's silver scale armor weighed no less than a hundred kilograms! But when Feng Hu wore this armor, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he walked very freely. In particular, Feng Hu's fists were as polished as stone, his muscles were as iron as iron, and his whole body exuded a kind of copper luster. It looked like he had been trained for thousands of times, which made Hong Buzhu a little interested.
"Okay, let's take action!" Hong Buzhu nodded and agreed casually.
Although Hong Buzhu's figure at this time was much stronger than when he had the title of "Red Groom", he still looked a little thin compared to the hill in front of him.
Feng Hu just knew Hong Buzhu's current identity and was motivated to fight, and wanted to compete. But seeing that Hong Buzhu had no weapons, he felt something was wrong in his heart: "Brother Hong, my body is invulnerable! If I were to do it with bare hands, I'm afraid you would be unfair! How about this... How about I give you three moves first? Just do it with your bare hands!" If you can break through my defense within three moves, you will win!"
"It's not necessary." Hong Buzhu said disapprovingly.
"No! I, Feng Hu, value fairness and justice the most! And...I believe my father means the same thing!" Feng Hu looked determined.
"Since you said so...I can't refuse!" Hong Buzhu glanced at the tomb and could only nod helplessly. Then he raised his right palm to indicate, "But I only have one move! If you can take it safely, I'll count you as the winner...how about it?"
Every time Feng Hu was despised, he would feel very unhappy, and the result would be that his opponent was seriously injured. It's just that this time the opponent was Hong Buzhu. Although Feng Hu looked unhappy, he was already snickering in his heart.
When Feng Hu was young, he had been taken care of by Hong Buzhu. Nowadays, he has rarely encountered an opponent in his martial arts training, and he is even more confident. He seems to have seen Hong Buzhu surrendering in defeat.
"Okay! It's a deal! Brother Hong, don't go back on your word! Come on!" After saying that, Feng Hu's momentum sank, and his feet took root and stood firmly, as if they had merged with the ground.
Hong Buzhu nodded with satisfaction when he saw that Feng Hu was in such a state that he was almost in contact with the realm of unity between man and nature.
I saw him narrowing his eyes slightly and exhaling turbid air. After a moment, his eyes suddenly opened, as if a raging fire was ignited in them, and even sparks burst out! And as the fire lit up, Hong Buzhu's palms also turned red!
Just as he pulled and pushed, a palm shadow turned into a red drill and came to Feng Hu in the blink of an eye.
When Feng Hu saw the light on Hong Buzhu's body, he was a little distracted for a moment. However, before he could think too much, there was a burst of heat in front of him, hitting his body head and face.
Although Hong Buzhu's palm was understated and had no power at all, it was not until Feng Hu experienced it personally that he realized the horror of this palm! Although there seemed to be nothing in front of him, he could feel that he was being held in front of him by a red iron pot, which was very uncomfortable.
At the same time, the palm wind continuously pushed him back, gradually lengthening the two ravines under his feet...
However, Feng Hu was obsessed with avenging his father, and his character had already been tempered and tough. He had endured the sand inserting, palm rubbing, row beating, and gray ironing during horizontal training in the past, and he finally became familiar with this palm style.
He shouted loudly, stepped back with one foot, and directly stretched his body into a bow! After the bowstring was fully drawn, he returned all the power with a backhand punch, instantly twisting the two ravines in front of him into one, and spread them back with a rumble.
Feng Hu's punch was full of momentum and surrounded by evil wind. Wherever the punch passed, there was a black soil covering the sun and weeds growing horizontally. The low wall that was already crumbling around it instantly collapsed and collapsed.
"Brother Hong! Be careful!" Feng Huheng has been practicing Kung Fu for a long time and has not made any progress. Just at the critical moment, he managed to break through the bottleneck and exerted power that was not weaker than those legendary skills. When he came to his senses, he secretly shouted "Oh no!" .
At the same time as Feng Hu screamed, his fist also landed on Hong Buzhu's body and exploded instantly.
Just as he was beating his chest and regretting his actions, he suddenly felt an even hotter breath coming from the direction of Hong Buzhu! As a red light shone, Hong Buzhu's figure appeared in front of him again.
"Brother Hong, you're okay...ah!" Feng Hu was relieved to see that Hong Buzhu was safe and sound. But before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that the ground with a radius of two feet with Hong Buzhu as the center turned into a piece of scorched earth.
"What a boy! He's very strong! He was able to take a slap from me. This time, I won't complain at all!" Hong Buzhu shook his clothes and said calmly.
Feng Hu was not stupid. Of course he could see that Hong Buzhu had not used all his strength. He blushed and said in embarrassment: "Brother Hong, don't be ridiculous! I am the one who made a fool of myself..."
This contest happened suddenly and went away quickly, because this place is not too far from nearby homes, and some people rushed here to find out what happened here.
"Who... who is there? Let me tell you, this is... General Feng Hu from the Feng family?" The person who came was an old woman. She was about to give a warning when she suddenly saw the appearance of the person in the courtyard and was a little surprised. He had to step forward and salute.
"Aunt Li, what are you doing?" Feng Hu hurriedly stepped forward to help the old woman up, and said with a wry smile, "Just call me Feng Hu."
"Alas..." Aunt Li sighed after hearing this, and then said to Feng Hu: "Hu'er! It's not that Aunt Li said something about you, you are a kid who is good at everything and has a lot of potential! Just like your father, he is single-minded!"
Aunt Li pointed at the tomb and continued: "You kid, you think about revenge every day. Do you think your father would be happy if I knew you had done this for him?"
"As old people, we don't want our children to be rich or successful, but only want them to live happily and comfortably... If you continue to toss like this, how can you let Mr. Feng... how can he feel at ease?"
"What Aunt Li taught me is that Feng Hu knew he was wrong..." Feng Hu has always blamed himself for his father's death. He always felt that it was because of his youth and recklessness that he killed his father, so he has been silent in the face. Now after listening to Aunt Li If so, I feel a little more relaxed.
"It's good to know! You have to come back often to repair and repair in the future. Do you think this still makes sense? It's almost turned into a wasteland..." Aunt Li muttered a few words again, and then suddenly noticed Hong Buzhu beside her, "This guy looks like You look familiar, you are..."
"Aunt Li...this is the person from our previous family..."
"Aunt Li, I am a subordinate of General Feng Hu. I came here today under the order of General Feng Hu to come back to repair this place." Hong Buzhu interrupted Feng Hu and said loudly.
"Oh..." Aunt Li saw Hong Buzhu's burly figure and had no doubts. "Okay, then you guys are busy! If you need help, come to Aunt Li!" After saying that, Aunt Li turned and left.
After Aunt Li left, Hong Buzhu turned around and said, "Huashengtang has a bad reputation after all. If my identity is known to others, I'm afraid you will be gossiped about behind your back!"
"Brother Hong, you are worrying too much! And I don't care about these things at all..."
"I know you don't care, but it's not good for others to know!" Hong Buzhu interrupted Feng Hu again. He was used to seeing the evil in people's hearts, but he was so strong that no one dared to offend him.
Then he was not prepared to continue on this topic. After all, he still had many things to ask Feng Hu.
I saw him secretly reciting the magic formula and then waved his hand, and a red light spread in the courtyard. In just a few breaths, a piece of weeds in the courtyard was turned into nothingness.
Feng Hu had just reacted when he saw that the treatment in the courtyard had been completed, and his jaw dropped.
"Feng Hu, you kid is so shameless! Why don't you even have a decent stone tablet!" Hong Buzhu said with some displeasure after finishing dealing with the weeds and seeing the situation around the tomb clearly.
"Oh? Oh..." Feng Hu reacted and dug out a stone tablet from the soil not far away, "Brother Hong! I originally planned to find the murderer first, and then come to my father's grave to apologize... In fact, I have already prepared this stone tablet. good!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Hand it over quickly!" Hong Buzhu urged.
"Brother Hong, this... this is an empty monument! It's getting late today anyway! How about I find a craftsman to carve the stone monument tomorrow?" Feng Hu explained.
"No need to go to such trouble!" Hong Buzhu shook his head and took the stone tablet directly. He condensed the lava gas on a single finger and carved it stroke by stroke. He finished carving the words in a short time.
Feng Hu originally thought that Hong Buzhu was only better in Kung Fu, and his physical strength was not much different from his own, but now he was dumbfounded. His horizontal training skills included sand and palm rubbing, but compared with the current Hong Buzhu Getting up is like a child's play...
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