There's something wrong with me

Seeing the survival rate plummet from [99%] to [15%], a sudden drop of '84%', Zhang Feng truly felt that this martial world was not peaceful.

At least with his current physique, it was simply suicide.

'Normally speaking, shouldn't I develop for another ten or eight years before getting involved?'

Zhang Feng felt that his 'path in life' might have been the wrong choice.

But choosing wrong also has its advantages, at least he was exposed to more martial arts earlier.

'Let's play it safe for now.'

Zhang Feng calmed his mind and looked at his expectant master, who was waiting for his answer.

“Thank you, Senior! Zhang Feng is willing to follow Senior to practice martial arts!”

Zhang Feng's answer was very formal, but after all, it was the accent of an elementary school student, so it was inevitable that he had a bit of an adorable, precocious air.

“Good!” The master laughed heartily, unable to hide his joyful expression.

As long as this genius was willing to follow him.

He felt that he would have time to slowly influence this genius with love and kindness to join his sect.

“Congratulations, Master!” After the Third Senior Brother's initial fear, he was also happy to have another 'genius junior brother'.

This was incredibly impressive.

'Zhang Feng has really become one of us, haha!' Brother Haozi had become a transparent person, and no one cared about him at this moment.

He was happy and used to it.

“Let’s go take a look at our training ground first.” The master quickly assumed the identity of a 'host', introducing the place to the newly arrived Zhang Feng, “It's in the backyard.”

The front yard wasn't big.

But the backyard was quite spacious.

Zhang Feng followed the others over and saw that the backyard was at least two hundred square meters.

In the corner of the wall, there was not only a small vegetable garden, but also a flat bluestone area in the middle.

This was the training ground.

On the weapon racks on both sides were some slightly old weapons, their handles shiny and smooth, but none of them were sharpened.

“Hah! Ha!”

At this moment, more than a dozen disciples of different ages were practicing in the training ground.

Some of them were even bare-chested, sweating profusely in the spring, and their training pants were half wet.

“Come, come, come, everyone, take a break. Let me introduce you to a little brother who just arrived.”

The Third Senior Brother took the lead and gathered everyone.

“Master! Third Senior Brother!”

They quickly stopped and gathered in the field, their eyes wandering between the master and Zhang Feng.

Although they were looking, they were very quiet.

'Hmm, there's a bit of discipline.' The master looked at them calmly, with a kind hand on Zhang Feng's shoulder.

Zhang Feng calmly looked at these people.

Through their training just now, Zhang Feng felt that their skills were not as good as the Third Senior Brother's.

Some of them were even very unskilled.

A quick glance told him that most of them were new disciples.

But each of them was burly and strong, with a lot of strength in their hands.

Zhang Feng felt a little strange, thinking that if they were all newcomers, they shouldn't all be so strong.

But on second thought, he felt it was normal.

'This is not a martial arts gym on the street, nor is it a place for people to strengthen their bodies.

On the contrary, this is a place of inheritance, and those who are strong and healthy are given priority, not everyone is taught.'

Zhang Feng put himself in their shoes and understood why they were all so strong.

Except for that Brother Haozi.

However, he should also have something special about him.

It's just that he hasn't discovered it yet.

Otherwise, this old man wouldn't be so good to him.

“This little brother is called Zhang Feng.” The Third Senior Brother saw everyone looking over, and introduced Zhang Feng,

“From now on, we are all one family.”

The Third Senior Brother seemed to be giving a lecture, walking back and forth in front of everyone,

“Also, little brother Zhang Feng is still young, so you have to take care of him.”

Speaking of this, he changed his tone again,

“Let me tell you, you should take care of Zhang Feng now.

In the future, when you are beaten up and bullied outside.

Zhang Feng might still remember your kindness and help you get revenge.”

“Huh? What does Third Senior Brother mean by this?”

“What do you mean we'll get beaten up and have to ask for help?”

“Is Third Senior Brother saying that Zhang Feng is highly skilled?”

Hearing these words, they couldn't help but ask, and even looked at Zhang Feng, this elementary school student, with curious eyes.

He didn't look tall or strong, at most his temperament seemed a little mature.

“That's right!” Brother Haozi saw that these junior brothers didn't believe in his brother Zhang Feng, and unhappily opened his mouth and said: “Don't be unconvinced, anyway, after Zhang Feng practices martial arts with you, you will know.

I might as well tell you in advance now!

My brother's talent is definitely several times better than yours!”

“Several times?” The disciples were a little restless.

“Cough.” The master suddenly coughed, feeling that Haozi was saying a bit too much.

Of course, if Haozi's father didn't come to sponsor their martial arts gym all year round, giving the greatest financial support.

The master wouldn't just cough, but would slap him directly.

But it was precisely Haozi's unintentional stoking of the fire.

That made several newcomers feel very unhappy.

One of them, a proud young man of sixteen or seventeen, took the lead and said: “Master! Third Senior Brother! Senior Brother Haozi!”

He stepped forward two steps neatly, cupped his fists and asked for instructions: “I want to spar with this little brother Zhang Feng!”

Swish swish—

His words made the rest of the disciples also look over.

When a new disciple reports to the martial arts gym, the old disciples want to test the newcomer's strength.

This is not a rare thing.

But the master was suddenly a little embarrassed, because he had already tried it before.

His favorite third disciple had been defeated, what was this kid showing off for?

'Hehe… Isn't this asking for a beating?' The Third Senior Brother didn't say anything when he saw someone wanted to 'get beaten'.

Brother Haozi's eyes lit up, and he kept winking at Zhang Feng, signaling 'beat him'.

But the master looked at Zhang Feng inquiringly, “Zhang Feng, you?”

If Zhang Feng said he didn't want to fight, then he wouldn't fight.

He treasured Zhang Feng very much now.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Zhang Feng saw so many people watching him, and thinking that he would have to get along with them in the future, he might as well show his hand again and directly beat them into submission.

Tap tap—

Zhang Feng walked down the small steps, looked at the young man, and cupped his fists: “Then let's spar.”

The young man also cupped his fists, stood firmly in a horse stance, and put on the starting posture of Bajiquan.

It's just that his lower body was unstable, his starting posture was wrong, and he was full of flaws.

“I'm ready.” But he was very polite, and confirmed before the fight: “Are you ready?”

“Please!” As soon as Zhang Feng said the word, he was like a flying bird, leaping forward two steps and quickly approaching.

Starting stance, Bajiquan 'Three Stacking Hands', seemingly a change of moves to attack the lower three paths, mainly focusing on seizing and controlling.

In fact.

Just as the young man raised his palm, preparing to defend.

Zhang Feng turned his back, using his body strength to block his force-generating arm, and his right hand became a whip, already hitting the position of his neck.

Whoosh—

A gust of fist wind shook his ear.

Bajiquan, Dragon Subduing!

“This big brother, thank you for letting me win.”

Zhang Feng took a step back and quickly left, standing in place.

The young man's palm was still in mid-air, and he swallowed his saliva.

At this moment, the fluff on his ears was all blown up by the fist wind.

The blood vessels near his temples were also throbbing.

“Huff—”

After traveling through the realm of life and death, he relaxed his mind at this moment, and sat down on the ground.

His appearance was far less calm than the Third Senior Brother.

“Thank you… for your mercy…” But he still braced himself and thanked politely.

“Too awesome…” The rest of the disciples were also surprised for a few seconds, and then they didn't speak.

In a flash of lightning, one move to subdue the enemy.

What else could they say?

Looking at the young man's frightened and lost appearance.

What else would they dare to say?

“Welcome, Brother Zhang Feng!”

Who knows who started it.

“Welcome, welcome!”

After they reacted, they congratulated in unison.

… …

Night.

Four tables of wine and dishes were set up in the backyard.

Zhang Feng ate very full.

“I've seen a few detailed explanations of Tiger Crane Double Form in my early years…” The master next to him was also explaining some martial arts knowledge, which benefited Zhang Feng a lot.

He learned about the other martial arts properties and some common techniques.

… …

“What? You said Xiao Feng was abducted?”

Seven thirty in the evening.

In a small store in the hardware market.

Zhang Youfa looked angrily at his eldest son and second son.

“Not abducted…” The eldest brother weakly said: “It was that Brother Haozi who said that Xiao Feng was his fellow disciple, and then took Xiao Feng to visit.”

“There's also the phone number!” The second brother nervously took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

He had been holding it all the way, for fear of losing it.

“Why didn't you say so earlier!” Zhang Youfa relaxed slightly, snatched it over, and unfolded it, only to find that there were two very blurry numbers on it.

The second brother had been holding the paper all the way, feeling nervous, his palms sweating, and some of the handwriting was blurred.

“This…” Zhang Youfa looked blankly at the blurry piece of paper, and felt like the sky was falling.

“What fellow disciples and relatives?! It must be a scam!”

Zhang Youfa was very flustered, picked up the phone, and was about to call the police,

“The traffickers now like to say something like I'll take you to find your dad, find your mom.

You also know that Xiao Feng was picked up by our family!

If someone says that, do you think this child will want to follow that shady person, so he can find his biological parents?”

Zhang Youfa was anxious about his son, and now he only thought that the child was gone, and he had left with someone.

He was so anxious that he kicked his two sons while making the phone call.

The customers who were about to come in were startled and stopped.

'Is the boss so explosive? If I just ask and don't buy, wouldn't that be terrible?'

He thought in his heart, turned around and ran.