"Master, can you hand over your boxing skills to me?" Wei Quan looked at Wei Hong with some anticipation.

Over the years, he has always wanted to learn Master’s boxing skills. But Master is not willing to teach him. Instead, he only lets him connect with some basic boxing skills and solid basic skills.

"How many times have I told you? Basics, basics are the most important. My set of boxing is not suitable for you. When I see my mentor again, I will beg him to tailor a set of boxing techniques that suit you. No matter how powerful other people's boxing techniques are, they are not as good as boxing techniques that suit you!" Wei Hong said.

These were taught by the mentor he was fortunate to meet back then. At the beginning, he thought this set of boxing was ordinary, but the more he practiced, the more he realized that it was powerful. This set of boxing was simply born for him. He fully utilized the advantages of his arm length and also downplayed some of his shortcomings.

He remembered that his mentor told him before leaving that as long as he could master this set of boxing, he could enter the top ten. If he could improve his reaction ability and speed, it would be fine if he could reach the top.

But in the past two years, he still cannot improve his reaction ability and speed. He stopped at third because his speed and reaction could not keep up with the other party's rhythm.

It was exactly the same as the teacher said. Since then, he admired his teacher even more and dreamed that he wanted to see the teacher again.

"Master, where is your mentor?" Wei Quan's face frowned. The master had said this many times, but he didn't know where his mentor was.

Wei Hong shook his head bitterly, "I don't know, you know, a few years ago, your master, I went to Eastern Europe to do boxing alone. It was there that I met my mentor. But I remember that he seemed to be a killer. He went to assassinate a politician in Eastern Europe, but he was injured for the first time. I saw that he was also a Chinese, so I hid him up. Later, he rewarded me for this set of boxing!"

"He left after he successfully assassinated the politician, but I saw on the news that he seemed to be called 'Hongtao J'. I have been looking for him for so many years!" Wei Hong said with emotion.

"He gave it to me today. If I can see him again, I must kowtow to my face and give the apprenticeship!"

"Okay, I won't say that anymore! Find an opportunity to let me know the young man Xing Nan you mentioned. I want to see if he is so powerful! He is eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is so powerful, how is it possible?" Wei Hong was still a little disbelief.

"Well, Master. When the matter here is over, I will take you to find him! I have been practicing hard these days and I want to fight him as soon as possible!" Wei Quan nodded heavily.

***************

A foreign country. Today, Jinshanjiao has not had the smell of war smoke for a long time. The farmers who grow poppy here live and work in peace. They say word of mouth, praising a hero from China.

He unified Jinshanjiao and eliminated warlords and drug lords of all sizes, making this place far away from the disaster of war from now on.

He returned the land to the farmers and bought the poppy they planted, allowing the people here to live a happy life.

Here, he is a godlike being! No matter where he goes, someone will catch a drink.

He is Ling Feng, the uncrowned king of Jinshanjiao, and the god in the hearts of the people of Jinshanjiao.

A manor of hundreds of acres is majestic.

In this manor, there are no cherry trees planted, but rice from southern China and many vegetables are planted. There is a farm here, which raises chicken, duck, geese and pigs brought from China.

This is Ling Feng’s private manor.

In the garden at the door, a man with a little messy hair, wearing a loose nightgown and slouching on his feet was sitting on a swing in the yard.

No one could have thought that he was the one who was worshipped like a god. If those who worship him devoutly saw that he was such an irreconcilable honor, would he blind his eyes?

Next to Ling Feng, there was a little boy of five or six years old. At first glance, these two people were a bit like father and son.

At this moment, a man wearing a black suit and a bit gray hair walked over with a file bag in his hand.

Seeing this man, Ling Feng grinned and said, "Brother Yang, you are so old, why don't you stop?"

This man is Ling Feng's right-hand man Yang Xiong, and he was also the key figure who accompanied him all the way to witness his journey from ordinary to magic.

Yang Xiong shook his head and smiled, "I came here to support me when I was here. But when I got here, I found that I couldn't be idle at all. I was born to work hard!"

Ling Feng patted his son's butt next to him, "Son, hurry up and go back to do his homework!"

"I don't write, but I promised my girlfriend that I'm going to go on a date today!" The little brat smiled. It really had the wretched smell of Ling Feng.

"Girlfriend? How old are you little brat? You are all called a girlfriend?" Ling Feng smiled and touched his head.

"There's no way, who made me handsome?" Little Poké shook his hair, and he was just as virtuous as Ling Feng. "Those little girls are so bad, wouldn't I look stupid if I don't want them?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" At this moment, the roar of a lion from a woman whose glass was trembling was heard from the room.

The little broken child was so scared that his face turned pale.

Ling Feng quickly slapped his butt, "My second mother is coming to cut your little JJ, hurry up and go find your mother!"

When the little slap kid heard this, he ran away quickly, covering his little JJ with one hand, and shouted, "Mom, second mother is going to cut off my little JJ for my sister again!"

Seeing his son's cute appearance, Ling Feng smiled very brightly.

"Ling Feng, this is the information you need from Duanmuxiang!" Yang Xiong handed the file bag to Ling Feng. "Master, can you hand over your boxing skills to me?" Wei Quan looked at Wei Hong with some anticipation.

Over the years, he has always wanted to learn Master’s boxing skills. But Master is not willing to teach him. Instead, he only lets him connect with some basic boxing skills and solid basic skills.

"How many times have I told you? Basics, basics are the most important. My set of boxing is not suitable for you. When I see my mentor again, I will beg him to tailor a set of boxing techniques that suit you. No matter how powerful other people's boxing techniques are, they are not as good as boxing techniques that suit you!" Wei Hong said.

These were taught by the mentor he was fortunate to meet back then. At the beginning, he thought this set of boxing was ordinary, but the more he practiced, the more he realized that it was powerful. This set of boxing was simply born for him. He fully utilized the advantages of his arm length and also downplayed some of his shortcomings.

He remembered that his mentor told him before leaving that as long as he could master this set of boxing, he could enter the top ten. If he could improve his reaction ability and speed, it would be fine if he could reach the top.

But in the past two years, he still cannot improve his reaction ability and speed. He stopped at third because his speed and reaction could not keep up with the other party's rhythm.

It was exactly the same as the teacher said. Since then, he admired his teacher even more and dreamed that he wanted to see the teacher again.

"Master, where is your mentor?" Wei Quan's face frowned. The master had said this many times, but he didn't know where his mentor was.

Wei Hong shook his head bitterly, "I don't know, you know, a few years ago, your master, I went to Eastern Europe to do boxing alone. It was there that I met my mentor. But I remember that he seemed to be a killer. He went to assassinate a politician in Eastern Europe, but he was injured for the first time. I saw that he was also a Chinese, so I hid him up. Later, he rewarded me for this set of boxing!"

"He left after he successfully assassinated the politician, but I saw on the news that he seemed to be called 'Hongtao J'. I have been looking for him for so many years!" Wei Hong said with emotion.

"He gave it to me today. If I can see him again, I must kowtow to my face and give the apprenticeship!"

"Okay, I won't say that anymore! Find an opportunity to let me know the young man Xing Nan you mentioned. I want to see if he is so powerful! He is eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is so powerful, how is it possible?" Wei Hong was still a little disbelief.

"Well, Master. When the matter here is over, I will take you to find him! I have been practicing hard these days and I want to fight him as soon as possible!" Wei Quan nodded heavily.

***************

A foreign country. Today, Jinshanjiao has not had the smell of war smoke for a long time. The farmers who grow poppy here live and work in peace. They say word of mouth, praising a hero from China.

He unified Jinshanjiao and eliminated warlords and drug lords of all sizes, making this place far away from the disaster of war from now on.

He returned the land to the farmers and bought the poppy they planted, allowing the people here to live a happy life.

Here, he is a godlike being! No matter where he goes, someone will catch a drink.

He is Ling Feng, the uncrowned king of Jinshanjiao, and the god in the hearts of the people of Jinshanjiao.

A manor of hundreds of acres is majestic.

In this manor, there are no cherry trees planted, but rice from southern China and many vegetables are planted. There is a farm here, which raises chicken, duck, geese and pigs brought from China.

This is Ling Feng’s private manor.

In the garden at the door, a man with a little messy hair, wearing a loose nightgown and slouching on his feet was sitting on a swing in the yard.

No one could have thought that he was the one who was worshipped like a god. If those who worship him devoutly saw that he was such an irreconcilable honor, would he blind his eyes?

Next to Ling Feng, there was a little boy of five or six years old. At first glance, these two people were a bit like father and son.

At this moment, a man wearing a black suit and a bit gray hair walked over with a file bag in his hand.

Seeing this man, Ling Feng grinned and said, "Brother Yang, you are so old, why don't you stop?"

This man is Ling Feng's right-hand man Yang Xiong, and he was also the key figure who accompanied him all the way to witness his journey from ordinary to magic.

Yang Xiong shook his head and smiled, "I came here to support me when I was here. But when I got here, I found that I couldn't be idle at all. I was born to work hard!"

Ling Feng patted his son's butt next to him, "Son, hurry up and go back to do his homework!"

"I don't write, but I promised my girlfriend that I'm going to go on a date today!" The little brat smiled. It really had the wretched smell of Ling Feng.

"Girlfriend? How old are you little brat? You are all called a girlfriend?" Ling Feng smiled and touched his head.

"There's no way, who made me handsome?" Little Poké shook his hair, and he was just as virtuous as Ling Feng. "Those little girls are so bad, wouldn't I look stupid if I don't want them?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" At this moment, the roar of a lion from a woman whose glass was trembling was heard from the room.

The little broken child was so scared that his face turned pale.

Ling Feng quickly slapped his butt, "My second mother is coming to cut your little JJ, hurry up and go find your mother!"

When the little slap kid heard this, he ran away quickly, covering his little JJ with one hand, and shouted, "Mom, second mother is going to cut off my little JJ for my sister again!"

Seeing his son's cute appearance, Ling Feng smiled very brightly.
Chapter completed!