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Chapter 40: My little niece has a peach blossom this year [asking for monthly tickets and investment]

Several people approached and immediately attracted Uncle Feng's attention, especially after Jiang Ming said those words, he was stared at by Uncle Feng's sharp eyes, and began to look him up and down.

The first impression is that this person has a full forehead, a square chin, bright eyes, fleshy earlobes, a straight nose, and sharp and slightly upturned lips. This is a sign of a blessed and confident person, and such a person is destined to achieve unlimited success.

Of course, even if he had fallen into depravity and became a duck, he would still be the king of ducks, the absolute top dog.

A Lian noticed Jiang Ming at the first moment and ignored Jin Macky and Meng Chao beside him, because a man like Jiang Ming was destined to be like a firefly in the dark night, so bright and so prominent.

He has short, thick and stylish black hair, deep eyes, a straight nose, a handsome face, and a tall and strong physique. He is like a natural clothes rack. Standing there, he gives people a full sense of masculinity and security. His warm smile is like a ray of bright sunshine that can illuminate the darkness in front of the ignorant girl.

The grey sportswear she wore gave people a casual and natural feeling. A-Lian took a few glances at it secretly and felt her heart beating wildly.

Uncle Feng turned his head and looked at his niece. He pulled her behind him like a child. This girl has reached the age of being in trouble with love affairs. She is no longer under the control of her uncle. He promised her dead parents that he would take good care of her. Therefore, she never married. When he saw Jiang Ming, he instinctively felt that it was bad!

really.

When he looked back, he saw his niece's silly appearance, which made him very angry.

"Who are you? Are you two Officer Lin and Officer Zhang?"

Uncle Feng looked at Jiang Ming, as well as Jin Macky and Meng Chao who had sent the taxi driver away, and said.

“Hello Uncle Feng, my name is Jiang Ming, and they are Police Officer Jin McKee and Police Officer Meng Chao.

We were also part of the group that captured the zombie yesterday."

Jiang Ming immediately stretched out his left hand, looked at Uncle Feng, and introduced him seriously.

Uncle Feng stretched out his left hand and shook hands with Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming found that his expression was normal and he did not notice anything wrong with Jiang Ming's body.

It seems that even Uncle Feng cannot detect his strange eyes unless he uses them actively.

He was not surprised as to why these people knew him, because the Tung Ping Chau police had already spoken to the police in Hong Kong over the phone.

Uncle Feng is just a rigid person who is inflexible. Otherwise, with his abilities, he would have become a police superintendent long ago.

For example, the chief of the Wan Chai District Police Department is Uncle Feng’s friend and a brother with whom he once worked.

"In that case, let's go and take a look at Zhuzhu's body first. What sect or religion are you from? Do you know Taoism?"

Uncle Feng had a stern face, was serious and spoke in a businesslike manner.

"Okay, let's talk while we walk. Jin Macky, Meng Chao, you two lead the way. What are you looking at?"

Jiang Ming saw Jin Macky and Meng Chao secretly looking at A Lian behind Uncle Feng, and immediately spoke up.

A Lian was extremely shy. After seeing Jiang Ming, he thought the two policemen were too ugly and horrible to look at.

Jin Macky and Meng Chao glanced at Uncle Feng who was glaring at them fiercely, and hurriedly led the way.

"Uncle Feng, I actually taught myself a kind of Nine Yang Magical Skill, and I've always wanted to find a master to become his disciple, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance. A few days ago, I met Doctor Lin from the Lin Family Pharmacy, and we killed two Qing Dynasty zombies together. I wanted to become his disciple, but unfortunately, Doctor Lin has a good brother's son named A'ren, who knows him well, so I didn't have the chance."

Jiang Ming was very confident and talked as they walked. He occasionally glanced at A Lian and found that the girl was also shyly glancing at him. It seemed that they were in love and had a crush on each other.

"Nine Yang Divine Art?"

Uncle Feng stared at Jiang Ming, as if to say, "You little brat, you're playing a trick on me." "It's really the Nine Yang Magic Skill, Uncle Feng, how about we help each other?"

Jiang Ming looked at Uncle Feng and said in a serious tone.

The "lending a hand" here naturally refers to the simple attempt to test and exchange ideas when people of the same cultivation lineage meet.

While speaking, Jiang Ming stretched out his left hand again.

Uncle Feng didn't say anything. He just stretched out his right hand, clasped his left hand, and applied a little force.

Uncle Feng is not like Doctor Lin who is not very skilled. I guess he is just a beginner at the first or second level of Qi Refining.

Uncle Feng's cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage. In today's cultivation environment, he is already considered a leader in this field, and few can match him.

In other words, the current era is not suitable for practicing. If time could go back to the Republic of China period, Uncle Feng would definitely be able to successfully build his foundation.

The Maoshan lineage, while refining Qi, is also able to strengthen the body. Doctor Lin may seem unable to defeat the zombies, but he is quite resistant and his body is still quite strong.

I estimate that if I burst out with all my strength, I can have a strength of 300 kilograms.

Uncle Feng was even more powerful. With one move, he unleashed a force of three hundred kilograms to test Jiang Ming's Nine Yang Divine Art.

When their hands touched, there was a "bang" sound between their palms and fingers, just like hands hitting a wall.

Then, the two of them exerted force at the same time.

Jiang Mingzao discovered that his body had already reached the seventh level of the Nine Yang Divine Art, comparable to some top-notch masters. Even without using his true energy, he had a strength of over 300 kilograms and easily withstood Uncle Feng's temptation.

Uncle Feng was slightly surprised, then he increased his strength again and directly reached the 400-jin level. Jiang Ming also used some true Qi to support him.

When Uncle Feng increased his strength to 500 kilograms, he found that Jiang Ming could still bear it, and he felt a gentle airflow in Jiang Ming's hand.

This feeling is similar to the Zhengyang Heart Method within the sect.

"Uncle Feng, what do you think? I really got a Nine Yang Kung Fu and taught myself."

Jiang Ming slowly began to retract his strength. He had already sensed from Doctor Lin that the Maoshan magic in this world was not as mysterious as in the novels. It could strengthen the body, but it was not extremely exaggerated. Beads of sweat had already appeared on Uncle Feng's forehead. He should back off and not embarrass Uncle Feng, who had been strong all his life. Uncle Feng's real strength lay in his Taoist magic.

"The story is like this. When I was a kid, I met an old beggar. I gave him my favorite cake, and then he gave me some martial arts secrets. He also said that a spiritual light was coming out of my head, which was amazing. I was a rare martial arts genius. If one day I could open up my Ren and Du meridians, I would be like a flying dragon to the sky. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? The task of punishing evil and maintaining world peace is handed over to you.

Then, he took my ten dollars of pocket money, saying, "The truth cannot be spread lightly."

Jiang Ming looked at Uncle Feng, took a deep breath, and felt that many things were destined to be unable to be explained clearly. At this point, he could only tell a lie.

Uncle Feng just thought that Jiang Ming might have met a liar, but after hearing the last sentence, he felt enlightened and had a very profound feeling.

Maybe Jiang Ming really met a hermit master?

After all, Jiang Ming's explosive power and the scorching airflow in his palms did not seem to be a lie.

The true qi of the Nine Yang Divine Art can be as gentle as jade, nourishing the human body, or it can be as hot as fire.

Today, Jiang Ming has practiced the Nine Yang Magic Art to the seventh level, with an additional function that makes him immune to all poisons.

(End of this chapter)