Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhao Long called Zhang Yifeng firstly to share his joy with Zhang Yifeng, and secondly because he also founded a martial arts club and wanted to ask Zhang Yifeng how to choose a name. After all, strictly speaking, Zhang Yifeng is his master.

Zhang Yifeng thought for a while and then said: "That set of boxing techniques should be regarded as your own creation. Otherwise, it will be called Zhao Family Boxing."

"Zhao Family Fist?"

Zhao Long was completely confused as to why he felt like starting a sect.

However, before Zhao Long could be happy, Zhang Yifeng seemed to have thought of something and spoke again: "You'd better not go to any martial arts club. You won't have time to teach disciples in the future. I plan to go out in a while. I hope you will follow me." Together."

"It will be a while, will it be summer vacation?"

"No, just a few days later. You can just ask for sick leave. If the teacher doesn't approve, just skip class."

"Absenteeism?"

Zhao Long was a little confused, he was a top student. He had never done such a thing as skipping school.

"Zhao Long, your life trajectory is different from before. Why are you studying? To serve the country or to make money?"

"Of course it's to make money. I just want my parents to live a good life! Besides, I'm not engaged in scientific research, so I don't want to serve any country."

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: "Follow me, and you won't have to worry about money in your life. Your parents can also enjoy their old age in peace. If you just follow me, you may be in some danger. But at the moment, I am short of manpower."

"Zhang Yifeng, stop talking. Since you need me, I will definitely go to your side. You changed my life. How could I not be there when you need help? You are not only my master, but also my friend. .”

"Okay, then I'll contact you before I leave. By the way, how did you do with the previous six punches?"

"I have been practicing every day and have mastered them all. Now I am practicing the seventh to tenth punches on my own."

Zhang Yifeng nodded. He had learned all ninety-nine punches of the Zhao family, and his body was comparable to that of a strong man in the Qi refining stage. The specific level of the Qi refining stage depends on his diligence.

If Zhao Long learns the first ten punches, his strength should be barely equivalent to the wind stage. The Zhao family's boxing becomes more difficult as you go to the back, and the strength increases more.

"Well, hurry up and practice. I'll call you in a few days. Get ready. Let's go to a place and do a big thing."

"What's the big deal?"

"You'll know then."

Zhang Yifeng sold it out, but actually he planned to conquer his own territory.

However, this requires absolutely strong strength. The reason why Zhang Yifeng waited a few more days was to wait for the three vanilla flowers to bloom and bear fruit. He needs to raise his cultivation level to the fourth or even fifth level before he can be confident enough to conquer the world.

He must have his own power.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng hung up the phone and was about to go to the yard to see the Sanxiang flowers. Before he had gone far, a burst of noise attracted Zhang Yifeng's attention.

The sound came from the gate.

Rose blocked the door with a wary look on her face. Meng Nishang was right next to Rose, also frowning.

Outside the gate, there were three men and one woman standing, all dressed in gorgeous clothes. The woman wears a green sword at her waist and has her hands on her hips. One look at her shows that she is not an ordinary person. Ordinary people would go out with a sword.

Behind the woman are two men carrying iron rods on their backs. The two men actually look somewhat similar. At the end was an old man, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at everything calmly without saying a word.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yifeng frowned.

"They want to see you."

Rose's voice came.

"Are you Zhang Yifeng?"

As soon as Rose's voice finished, the woman at the door gave Zhang Yifeng a condescending look.

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "I am. What's the matter?"

"That's all you need. Come with us quickly." The woman said domineeringly.

"Come with you? Where?"

"There's so much nonsense, just leave if I tell you to." The woman seemed very arrogant, looking at Zhang Yifeng with disdain in her eyes.

Zhang Yifeng's face turned ugly at that time. He looked at the woman and said calmly: "Get out!"

"You dare to tell me to get out? Do you believe that I will throw you out!" The woman put her hands on her hips and had a very fierce and willful temper.

"Oh? Then come over and give it a try!" Zhang Yifeng said coldly.

The woman's aura is not strong. In his eyes, she is no different from an ant. It is ridiculous that she dares to threaten to throw him out.

"Look at me throwing you out!" Before the woman finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng remained motionless and allowed the woman to grab him.

The next moment, the woman was shocked. This young man who looked similar to her surprised her. With her early cultivation level, she could not shake Zhang Yifeng at all!

The woman's expression changed, she raised her hand and punched Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes turned cold, his spiritual energy surged, and he also punched, knocking the woman away.

"You two idiots, I'm being bullied and why don't you help me deal with him!"

The woman was caught by two men carrying sticks behind her, and they immediately started to curse.

boom!

As soon as she finished speaking, the two men took a step forward, and the ground was directly trampled and cracked. Both of them were in the middle stage of the wind.

"Apologise to our lady!" The two men carrying iron rods looked at Zhang Yifeng coldly.

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but find it funny. It was obviously the woman who wanted to hit him, but he passively defended and overturned the unruly woman, but instead asked him to apologize.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I'll kill you!" the old man behind the two suddenly said. The tone was calm, as if he was telling an extremely ordinary thing. This old man is in the late stage of Shengfeng's cultivation. As long as he doesn't meet Wu Kuangren, he does have the capital to say this.

Zhang Yifeng nodded gently, his face did not change at all, but murderous intent burst out in his heart.

He will never show mercy to those who dare to threaten his life!

"Now apologize to my lady, and then come with us." Seeing that Zhang Yifeng didn't speak, the old man thought that Zhang Yifeng had been intimidated.

"Which sect are you from?" Zhang Yifeng asked lightly. The same icon was embroidered on the clothes of these people, indicating that they were from the same sect.

"The Taihe Sect."

"I haven't heard of you. I don't welcome you here. Do you want to leave on your own, or do you want me to invite you to leave?"

"What a loud tone! Let me teach you a lesson for this ignorant boy!"

At this time, a man with an iron rod on his back moved as fast as lightning and hit Zhang Yifeng on the head with the stick. He didn't know when he had the stick in his hand.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dodge at all, he just raised one hand and lightly grabbed the stick.

The man with the iron rod showed a fierce look on his face, as if he had seen the scene where Zhang Yifeng's palms and body turned into a ball of flesh under his iron rod.