Rebirth of the Evil Life

? What on earth is Jin Yong looking for Lin Feng for?

Li Zekai and the other three were full of curiosity and sat aside, not daring to take a breath.

"How do you show it to me?" Jin Yong stared at Li Rui and Zheng Zha with excitement.

In Jin Yong's eyes, internal strength is definitely of a very high-end kind, which must be cultivated through particularly hard training and a certain amount of chance.

For a lazy guy like Lin Feng, Jin Yong didn't think that Lin Feng could become a master. If Lin Feng could achieve this through cultivation, then God would be so unreasonable. This is simply inhumane!

Tell me, how lazy is Lin Feng? In a company of one's own, it is managed by others who can manage it. That's trying to be as lazy as possible. Generally speaking, founders have great power over the company and hope to have firm control over the company. They wish that everything in the company revolves around them.

But Lin Feng was not around often, and various rights were divided. Except for the equity, which Lin Feng firmly controlled, the rest was lazy as long as he could. You said, if people who like to be lazy so much can have internal strength, then God would be too unreasonable.

Therefore, Lin Feng should have the two ace soldiers from the Chinese special forces. Because they work hard enough.

Lin Feng smiled.

"Mr. Jin, are there any walls in your home that you want to demolish?" Lin Feng smiled.

Jin Yong's face twitched. Lin Feng's words were purely for teasing. I asked you to show it to me and clear up the doubts in my mind. It would be better for you to demolish it as soon as you come in.

You know, Mr. Jin Yong’s villa in a busy city, every plant and every tree, has been planted by him and his wife over the past few decades. Every brick and every tile is filled with emotion.

If you tear it down, it won’t hurt you to death!

"Well, that's troublesome! Then it won't be easy to demonstrate!" Lin Feng shrugged helplessly, then looked at Li Zekai and the other three, and chuckled, "How about the three of you come to help with the demonstration?"

Demo? The three people's eyes lit up and they immediately became energetic.

They felt that this seemed quite interesting. They wanted to show off their skills in something that Mr. Jin Yong valued so much and get some comments from Mr. Jin Yong. Although they said it was useless in the financial circle, well, please forgive them for being rude and treating Jin Yong. The old man was a bit rude.

But in the literary world and the celebrity world, it is still very useful.

This is just like you went to college in China and then chose to study abroad as a graduate student at a university such as Harvard or Yale. This is gold plating. Especially in the fashion industry, as long as you have money, people will be afraid of you and will accommodate you, but it is difficult for them to respect you. In the eyes of others, you are like a nouveau riche, like a rich man.

Of course, Li Zekai and the other three are not rich people. They are nouveau riche. They are all top students. But there is no way to compare top students like them with Jin Yong.

Otherwise, look at it, Ni Kuang’s son Ni Zhen doesn’t know anything, but he still thrives in the entertainment industry and even the fashion industry. Why? Just because he is Ni Kuang, a great writer.

They can get some good reviews from Jin Yong, but that's different.

Immediately, the three people rushed to be the audience to cooperate with the demonstration.

Jin Yong couldn't stand it.

"Okay, you three guys, you don't know anything, and you still fight! This guy is teasing you!" Jin Yong glared at the three of them, a bit dumbfounded.

Although Jin Yong still doesn't know how to use internal power, it is very simple that internal power can hurt people and is extremely powerful. Otherwise, Lin Feng wouldn’t have chosen things like walls to demonstrate. That would be extremely destructive.

Can the human body bear this? This is clearly not the case. If you hit someone with this, you might be seriously injured and vomit blood.

"Uh, what's the test? Mr. Feng, what are you trying to demonstrate?" The three of them came back to their senses. They felt that they and others seemed to have been tricked by Lin Feng.

There must be something wrong with this guy, with that cunning smile on his face.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that Mr. Jin wants to see the internal power I just figured out. I'm looking for something to demonstrate. You can just try it. Being hit by the 'Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon', what exactly is it? Taste!" Lin Feng said jokingly, "Let's see if one palm blow will break all the organs and hurt everyone!"

"Cough! Cough! That's the Seven-Injury Fist!" Jin Yong couldn't bear Lin Feng's pretentiousness and corrected him from the side.

What? Internal strength! No! The three of them jumped three feet high.

"Master Feng, have you really discovered your inner strength? Are you kidding me?" The three of them stared at each other. This is unlikely! How can such a thing happen! This is simply a fantasy.

These are all fictional things in martial arts novels!

"Do you think it was a joke that I came all the way here? Do you think Mr. Jin is such a person who is easily fooled?" Lin Feng said with a glare.

"No! God! Mr. Feng, if you hadn't said it, I would promise to go up and give him two melon seeds. How could this be possible! But if you say it, I believe it!" Zheng Zhiheng took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with blazing light. .

"That's right! Brother Feng, as long as it's what you say, I believe it!" Tang Jiacheng's eyes looked like stars.

"I said, if this is true, it would be really crazy! If the outside world knows about it, there will be an uproar! Mr. Feng, I finally understand why Mr. Jin is waiting for you so eagerly. I can't wait to see you. Yeah!" Li Zekai kept swallowing his saliva.

As a Chinese, as long as you are born and raised in China, you will definitely read martial arts novels, you will definitely be a fan of Jin Yong's novels, and you will definitely have a hero dream in your heart!

But the dream of a hero, since it is a dream of a hero, is just a dream. Although many people once went to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts when they were young, hoping to learn good skills and help the strong and the weak in the future.

But when I grow up, I realize that all this is just a beautiful world artistically transformed by martial arts novelists. Actually, it doesn't exist. It can even be said that martial arts does not exist now.

There are martial arts circles, but where is the martial arts world? It’s long gone. As for internal strength, it is just a fantasy written by novelists.

But now, it has really appeared, how can it not be shocking! This is absolutely shocking to the world.

"But there is no target for demonstration. How about the three of you acting as stakes for demonstration?" Lin Feng chuckled.

At this moment, the three people's heads shook like rattles. They didn't know it before, but now that they know it, how dare they do it. What a joke, if this internal force hits you, how can you still survive?

"How about I go find someone and bring in a few stake men? This is easy to handle. Thirty minutes at most!" Li Zekai chuckled and made a call immediately.

The Li family is the most wealthy family in Hong Kong. Especially now that Li Zekai has followed Lin Feng to become bigger and stronger, and is richer than his father. The Li family's status in Hong Kong is even more noble and prominent.

Although there are frequent traffic jams in Hong Kong, Li Zekai made a phone call and in less than thirty minutes, only twenty-three minutes later, seven wooden stake men moved to Jin Yong's home.

Seven wooden stake men were lined up.

Jin Yong was sitting in the center in front of the wooden stake man, and next to him were Li Zekai and three other people. All four of them were sitting upright with nervous expressions. Lin Feng was sitting on the other side with a smile on his face, holding a tea cup and looking content.

Li Rui and Zheng Zha walked up to the wooden stake man.

"This is our normal attack!" Zheng Zha shouted loudly and punched the wooden stake man hard.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and a shallow fist mark about half an inch long appeared on the wooden stake man.

Good guy! awesome! Li Zekai and the others' hearts skipped a beat. You must know that this wooden stake man is made of hard mulberry wood, which is heavy and hard. It is really suitable for use as a wooden stake man for practicing.

If this ordinary person punches it like this, his fist will burst. But not only was Zheng Zha fine, he also left a fist mark on it. Although it is only half an inch, it is already very scary.

If this punch hit an ordinary person, it would result in fractures and vomiting of blood.

"Next, we will use our internal strength to wrap our fists and punch them out!" Li Rui explained.

Zheng Zha closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After about a few seconds, his eyes suddenly widened, as if a light was emitted, and with a loud shout, his right fist hit the new wooden stake man hard with a strong wind.

"Crash~~~~" there was a crashing sound.

The brand new wooden stake man shattered directly, and the mulberry wood fragments flew everywhere. The mist formed by the wood residue made it impossible to open the eyes for a while.

Everyone exclaimed.

After a while, the fog of broken wood gradually dissipated.

Everyone opened their eyes and were stunned.

The originally brand-new wooden stake man had a large dent in the center where the punch was applied, which was almost as deep as half of the wooden stake man's body. As for the radius of the deep hole, it is about the size of a sea bowl.

horrible! This is too terrible!

Is this still a human being? This is a complete monster!

Li Zekai and the other three's eyes widened and their mouths opened wide. They couldn't believe what they saw in front of them.

"Just now, his...his fist...seemed to...be glowing!" Tang Jiacheng stuttered.

"I saw it too! It seemed to be really glowing!" Zheng Zhiheng was a little panicked.

Li Zekai swallowed a sip of saliva, went over in disbelief, touched the deep hole as big as a bowl of ocean, pinched the surface of the wooden stake man, ran to another brand new wooden stake man aside, and hammered it hard.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Li Zekai cried out.

Oh My God! He punched it, and it felt as hard as hitting a wall. But Zheng Zha punched a deep hole in him.

These are not the 'arms' of the stake driver. They can be broken by using violence. But this was driven into a wooden stake, and the result was such a deep hole.

This is too terrible! Is this going to hit people? Li Zekai was so cold that he was probably beaten into two pieces!

(To be continued.)