Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 107 Martial Artist Level

From small to large, no matter how you pretended to be outside, when he returned home, Bao Ningsuo made a coquettish ‘small bag’, and he could get everything he wanted.

But this time, even if he broke his throat, Li Shuqin couldn't help it.

In the end, I couldn't bear Bao Ningzha's call of power, so Li Shuqin hung up after a few comforts.

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

In the high-level ward of the hospital, a voice of immense sadness and despair sounded.

"I'm yours-little bag."

Bao Ningzha was very distressed. He flicked the mobile phone in his hand and slammed into the wall, accompanied by the cry of blood from the beautiful secretary's heart.

Bao Ning's face twitched, his eyes filled with madness and anger!

How can this matter be forgotten?

I've broken my legs!

And the person who interrupted his legs swaggered back to school.

It's unreasonable.

Bao Ningzha was so excited that his body was shaking desperately. Suddenly, with a thump, his body fell off the bed. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his legs, and the painful screams of killing pigs resounded. The entire senior ward.

The beautiful secretary rushed out and yelled, "Come on! Someone fell out of bed with a neurosis---Uh no, my young master fell out of bed!"

"Mei Mei, let’s have dinner at my house tonight." The car was about to arrive at the Zheng’s villa. It was still raining outside. Luo Feng did not forget his responsibilities. He drove Zheng Wei home after class. Zheng Wei invited Liu Mei, as for Luo. Feng, Zheng Wei said, my dad invites you to eat at my house.

Kindness is difficult, not to mention that Zheng Haitian did not hesitate to spend money to help himself in the incident yesterday, and Luo Feng would naturally not refuse Zheng Haitian's kindness.

The car drove directly into the villa.

Some people from the Zheng family had been waiting with umbrellas, and several people quickly came to the hall.

Zheng Haitian was standing in the lobby waiting. Seeing Luo Feng coming, he walked up with a smile on his face, "Luo Feng, welcome. Come, eat and talk to celebrate Luo Feng's return to Zijing Middle School."

Zheng Haitian also got news of Luo Feng's return.

The more Zheng Haitian looked at Luo Feng, the more mysterious he felt.

He returned to school the next day after he was expelled, and he still offended the Bao family, which is really surprising.

However, Zheng Haitian has been in shopping malls for many years, so he naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask. At the table, he chatted with Luo Feng, and he also took out a collection of wines. Luo Feng’s amount of alcohol allowed Zheng Haitian to eat again. shock.

After the meal, the second daughter went back to Zheng Wei's boudoir and whispered, Luo Feng and Zheng Haitian went to the study.

"Boss Zheng, this time, thank you very much." Luo Feng looked at Zheng Haitian gratefully.

Zheng Haitian waved his hand with a wry smile, "Luo Feng, don't make fun of me. Although I help, I can't help a lot. The Bao family will not give me the face of Zheng." The last sentence, Zheng Haitian's An anger flashed in his eyes. He and the Bao family have been in friendship for many years. Zheng Haitian tried to find Bao to prosper last night, but my wife had the final say about it.

"If all the forty-seven parents of students came to school to make trouble, this matter would be much trickier." Anyway, Luo Feng inherited Zheng Haitian's personal feelings.

The two were drinking tea in the study.

Luo Feng was a guest and did not do it himself.

Zheng Haitian is also very skillful in making tea, and the aroma of tea is overflowing in the calligraphy.

"Good tea." Luo Feng admired from the bottom of his heart. The tea made by Zheng Haitian's calligraphy is even better than the one used by Jun Lianmeng.

Zheng Haitian squinted, "This tea has a price but no market. One gram of gold is not an exaggeration."

Luo Feng nodded repeatedly.

"Of course, to make tea, in addition to good tea, you must also have a good tea making technique, otherwise, a pot of good tea will be wasted." Zheng Haitian's face showed a confident smile, and he expressed his tea making technique I'm quite proud of it.

Luo Feng took a sip of tea and nodded with a smile.

Time passed slowly.

Luo Feng glanced at the time.

"It's getting late, Boss Zheng, thank you for your tea tonight." Luo Feng stood up.

"By the way, Luo Feng, there is one more thing." Zheng Haitian said in a deep voice, "These days-please pay attention, I have received news that a group of murderers have sneaked into Yangcheng. It is very likely that it is me. The next move of the enemy."

Luo Feng nodded slowly, and at the same time he turned his face straight and said, "Excuse me, Boss Zheng, the defense in your house is still too weak. It must be further strengthened and consolidated. Otherwise, a casual world-class killer can do it. It’s easy to get in and out of your villa. Although it’s not easy to hire a world-class assassin, you can do everything with care."

Reminding Zheng Haitian, Luo Feng drove back, while Liu Mei stayed at Zheng Wei's house.

One night passed.

East rose the next day.

The hills behind the Bauhinia Middle School.

Qian Yilan vented his anger at a small tree, fist left and right, "Dead nerd, stinky nerd. You dare to play with me and kill you nerd."

A young tree that thrived and became Luo Feng's scapegoat gloriously and was sacrificed.

"Student Qian Yilan, early." Luo Feng appeared on time, looking at Qian Yilan with a smile.

Qian Yilan slowly turned around and glared at Luo Feng, "You were planning to go back to Bauhinia Middle School, but you even deliberately talked to get me into the set!"

Luo Feng sighed deeply, with a sad expression on his face, full of anger, "Women, I'm wronged--in order to be able to study in Bauhinia Middle School, I have given up all my strengths. It is hard to take my sincerity. Touched the principal and agreed to let me come back."

Qian Yilan's beautiful face twitched a few times, and gradually, she got used to the nonsense of this fellow.

"Student Qian Yilan, this-the heroine glanced at it, the horse is hard to chase." Luo Feng tentatively said.

"Huh, it's not a big secret, you want to know, then listen." Qian Yilan walked to a stone and sat down, then said in a deep voice, "Martial artist is divided into two realms. Bright energy and dark energy."

"Ming Jin is divided into nine grades, each of which has three sub-classes. The same is true for An Jin."

"What is the difference between Ming Jin and Dark Jin?" Luo Feng couldn't help asking.

"Ming Jin is external force, and dark Jin is internal force and external force. This is the difference." Qian Yilan glanced at Luo Feng. "Each martial artist will practice a set of internal force techniques and store his internal force at his dantian to cooperate. Kung fu moves, exert a powerful force! Although Ming Jin fighters have internal power, they can only walk around the whole body, using internal power as a fulcrum to launch an attack. And dark Jin, the internal power can be released, which can make the soft silk instant Become as hard as steel, flying flowers and picking leaves hurts people!"

This is Luo Feng's most curious about the internal strength of the martial artist.

I don't have internal strength, so I don't know anything about this nature.

"Store the dantian?" Luo Feng couldn't help asking, "Where is the dantian?"

Qian Yilan glanced at Luo Feng contemptuously to see if this nerd was able to get such a high score by cheating.

"A little bit under the lower abdomen." Qian Yilan said irritably.

"Lower abdomen-next?" Luo Feng's eyes couldn't help but weird, and he sighed for a while, "You martial artist, take your life roots in your cultivation!"