Girl, there's something wrong with you

The Li family in Longxi has many martial arts schools, which is also a feature of their clan.

There are fists, feet, clubs, swords, bows and spears, all kinds of martial arts schools. Cheng Jinyang even saw a "gun fighting school" that used rifles instead of long guns. They sent two little girls to hold leaflets at the door and shout hard.

The martial arts gym that Li Fenghe chose is called "Pao Fist Style", which specializes in head-on collision techniques such as iron mountain support. After entering, I found out that the director of the martial arts gym was Li Qingwan's second uncle, Li Baohu.

Daqing is still opened by their own family.

Arriving at the underground training ground, Li Qingwan went to change into training clothes, while Li Fenghe sat next to Cheng Jinyang and said with a smile:

"Jinyang, actually you don't have to hide it, uncle can see that you are sincerely interested in Qingwan... When do you plan to get married?"

Cheng Jinyang:?

"Qingwan is good at everything else, but her only flaw is that she is too resigned." Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Li Fenghe continued, "Since I was a child, apart from practicing, I have never seen her take the initiative to do anything. "

"However, this time for you, she took the initiative to speak good words for you in front of me. She was even afraid that I would not agree to let you be together, so she wanted to make me happy with the promotion of grade. As a father, can I not see that?"

This...this cheap father-in-law, why does he seem to have a hole in his brain?

Cheng Jinyang opened his mouth, but finally felt that he couldn't pretend to be silent. Otherwise, if the misunderstanding is resolved later, the other party will be afraid that he will blame himself again, so he said with a smile:

"Uncle, Qingwan and I are just friends now..."

"Oh, I know!" Li Fenghe interrupted him directly and said cheerfully, "Isn't it just a status! What's there to be so entangled with? What kind of friends are you? A boyfriend and girlfriend are not friends anymore? Uncle, I'm here, you guys are just playing I used to play this trick with her grandpa at home!"

Cheng Jinyang was speechless and said after a long while:

"By the way, speaking of this, why don't you see her mother?"

"Oh, she died in childbirth."

"……Feel sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for. It's an emergency that no one expected." Li Fenghe looked ahead, his eyes a little distracted and his voice lowered, "This is all life."

After a moment, as if to convince himself, he repeated in a low voice:

"This is life."

Cheng Jinyang:………………

So sad, this cheap father-in-law is so sad, his whole body seems to be filled with negative energy. No wonder I always feel that even if he is smiling, he is forcing a smile... By the way, when will Teacher Li come out?

Fortunately, Li Qingwan didn't keep him waiting long. He quickly changed into training clothes and came out, making Cheng Jinyang's eyes light up.

The so-called "girls should be pretty and filial" refers to the fact that some girls look good in white, and Teacher Li is one of the best.

Although the white training clothes are loose, the feeling of looseness comes out just by tightening the belt and holding it. In order to prevent being pulled by opponents, the collar has been specially designed to fit perfectly with the skin under the neck and outline the soft curves of the shoulders.

It is still a simple single ponytail, but it is a bit more heroic and energetic when set off by the training clothes. It can be seen that this training clothes are probably not randomly designed, but take into account both practicality and aesthetics... It even feels more inclined to the latter.

"Jinyang, I've kept you waiting for a long time." Li Qingwan smiled softly, then looked at his father, cupped his fists and said, "Please give me some advice, father."

Li Fenghe turned around and glanced at Cheng Jinyang, which meant, "She talked to you first when she came out. How do you explain this? Are you hiding it from me?"

Cheng Jinyang could only smile bitterly in return.

Li Fenghe stood up and stretched his muscles calmly. Li's physical activation not only enhances self-healing ability, but also greatly improves muscle explosive power. Fighting the sixth level against the eighth level is like a father beating his daughter?

Well, it is indeed the father who beats the daughter.

Li Qingwan slowly opened his posture and assumed an all-out attitude.

"Did you see that?" Li Fenghe pointed at Li Qingwan, who was waiting for him, and turned to Cheng Jinyang and said, "Jinyang, I raised this daughter with my own hands. Look at her standing, posture, and figure. The Li clan is also one in a thousand... no, one in a thousand!"

Although his tone was quite proud, Cheng Jinyang still heard a hint of unconfidence in it, as if he was worried that his daughter would not be able to get married. Therefore, the ancients said, "It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix." There is some truth in it. If you have been the tail of a group for a long time, your self-confidence will be easily destroyed.

"Dad!" Seeing Li Fenghe keep selling, Li Qingwan was also a little annoyed. He stepped back hard, and his strength exploded instantly, and he rushed towards Li Fenghe.

"Well done!" Li Fenghe shouted, reaching out to grab her fist. The burst speed of the eighth-grade physical activation is simply too slow in the eyes of the sixth-grade.

Then there was a bang, and the right eye socket was hit.

Cheng Jinyang:?

"Hiss!" Li Fenghe staggered back a few steps, gasped, and covered his eyes. Li Qingwan stopped in panic, ran to him to check the situation, and said sadly:

"Dad! Are you okay? I didn't hold back my strength just now. I'm sorry, I thought you would hide..."

"It's okay." Li Fenghe silently activated his power, and the bruise on his right eye quickly receded.

But the fact that he was slapped in the face cannot be written off. The prospective son-in-law is still sitting next to him!

It's annoying to say that I have clearly calculated my daughter's punching speed, but how come her actual punch speed is much faster than the parameters I calculated?

Could it be that he was deliberately hiding his clumsiness and then suddenly exploded? But that's not right, her punches are as fast as an arrow from the string, and she may not be able to hit them even at the eighth level! If you're not careful, it's normal for a sixth-grade superpower to get hit!

Li Fenghe subconsciously wanted to criticize his daughter for saying "a little girl doesn't have martial ethics", but after thinking about it, he reluctantly held back. Who taught the daughter? Not myself! Wouldn't that be tantamount to scolding yourself for not imparting martial ethics?

"I'm sorry, Dad." Li Qingwan felt a little sad, "I didn't tell you that I am actually already at the seventh level."

Li Fenghe:?

Oh, it turns out to be the seventh grade. No wonder, I thought it was the eighth grade...

Wait wait, what? Seventh grade? when? Isn't Qingwan less than twenty? Where did the seventh grade come from? Reaching the seventh level before the age of twenty, isn't this talent equivalent to a guaranteed fourth level?

"Is it really seventh grade?" Li Fenghe's eyes widened and his voice trembled.

"It's really seventh grade." Li Qingwan said seriously with tears in his eyes.

"No, dad will confirm with you again, is it really seventh grade?" Li Fenghe held his daughter's arms tightly, his expression twitching.

It seemed that if her next words were "Haha, Dad, I lied to you," Li Fenghe would have torn her alive on the spot.

"It's really seventh grade, Dad." Li Qingwan nodded.

"Ha, hahaha!" Li Fenghe laughed strangely, "Seventh grade is good, seventh grade is good, seventh grade is good..."

Cheng Jinyang, who was watching next to him, was worried, fearing that he would fall to the ground twitching in the next second, clenching his teeth and falling unconscious.

Fortunately, Li Fenghe was not so surprised that he lost his mind. He just let go of his daughter slowly with his lips trembling.

After a while, he sat down on the chair next to him, buried his face in his hands, and gradually started crying hysterically.

This middle-aged man, who was already fifty years old, was crying like a child, his voice was hoarse.

Li Qingwan stood beside him, patted his back gently, and whispered softly:

"It's okay, dad. It's okay. Mom will be very happy if she knows about it underground..."