At 5:30 in the afternoon, a large number of students poured out from the front door of Jiangcheng University.

Xia Muxie walked out side by side with a girl in sportswear. In the past, Xia Muxie was always alone when going to and from school. However, today Jiang Feng told her that if she couldn't wait for him, she would go home with her classmates.

The girl in this sportswear is named Ke Yue, who is also a student at Jiangcheng University. She likes sports and has learned a few judo skills, so she looks a little stronger than ordinary girls.

"Xiao Xie, don't be afraid. With me here, that evil man dares not do anything to you!"

Ke Yue raised her fist and said to Xia Muxie confidently.

Xia Muxie nodded. With Ke Yue there, she felt much more at ease, but at this time her eyes swept around the campus gate, as if she was looking for something. In the end, she withdrew her gaze in disappointment and muttered to herself: "I haven't come yet, forget it, don't wait."

"What are you looking at? You're leaving!" Ke Yue pulled Xia Muxie and urged.

The two walked along the road in front of the school gate, walked to an intersection, and turned on a remote and quiet road. At this time, Xia Muxie walked back and glanced, because several times, when she walked on this remote road, she felt someone following her behind, but when she turned around, she only saw the depressed back of a man.

Standard ones have a thief heart but no courage.

A few days ago, she came home a little late and felt that the man was close to him when he followed him, but when she turned around, he pretended to lower his head and smoke. At that time, the two were forty meters apart. She could only see the general outline of his body in the dim curtain. It was a thin man.

"Xiao Xie, that bad guy is following you here?" Ke Yue asked.

Xia Muxie nodded and said, "Yes, this is the road."

As she said that, she subconsciously turned around, and then her eyes stopped.

Ke Yue looked back with her eyes and saw a thin man in her forties, who was parked fifty meters behind him and looked down at his phone.

"Is it him?" Ke Yue asked with a glaring look.

"That's right, it's him." Xia Muxie nodded and became nervous.

"Don't be afraid, let's continue walking forward. If he dares to follow again, ask him to taste the power of my fist!" Ke Yue said as she raised her fist again.

Then the two of them continued to walk forward tacitly, and after walking about ten meters, the man really followed again. Moreover, they were closer.

Ke Yue stopped, her eyes widened, and said to Xia Muxie: "You are waiting here, I will go over and teach him a lesson."

"Ke Yue, I think you should call the police and don't take this risk!" Xia Muxie became nervous.

"It's okay. Yesterday I threw two men in the judor hall one-on-two and looked for teeth. Besides, such a thin bird is not enough for me to punch!" As he said that, as Xia Muxie's nervous heartbeat, Ke Yue turned around and walked towards the man quickly.

The man was very calm and stopped in place without moving. Seeing Ke Yue walking over, he just raised his head and glanced at her.

Ke Yue walked faster and faster, and in the end he had turned into a run, but the man had no intention of running, but just waited quietly for her arrival. His calmness made Ke Yue extremely depressed. She rushed to him and wanted to take action quickly, grab his arm, and then she wanted to throw this thin man beautifully over the shoulder.

As a result, her hand grabbed only two balls of air. The man just dodged his body and avoided her first wave of attacks. The speed of his movements was beyond Ke Yue's expectations, which made her dare not carelessly underestimate the enemy.

The man stood in front of her without saying a word, and his quiet eyes only looked at Xia Muxie in the distance. A soft light appeared in his eyes.

However, this gentle light became vulgar in Ke Yue's eyes, so she cursed angrily: "Rogue! Look at the move..." she bullied her body and killed her again.

The man still refused to accept the move and his body shook to the side.

When this judo master grabbed two balls of white air, he no longer used judo kung fu, but should have been attacked by long fists. As a result, the punch did not hit the other party in the face, but was tightly controlled by others.

The man's arms were not thick, but they had a perverted power. Ke Yue's hand struggled again and again, but she couldn't make any difference. She was anxious and angry. When she tried to use the hateful guy in front of her, she saw a sports car rushing towards him and stopping beside the two of them.

The two of them turned around at the same time and saw a young man in his twenties coming out of the car and slamming the car door.

"A big man is so capable of bullying a weak woman. If you have the means, practice with me. As he said that, he rushed over and swept his legs towards the man's head.

The man had no choice but to let go of Ke Yue and block it.

He thought that this kick could kick the thin man to the ground, but unexpectedly he just took a step back and took off the fierce leg.

At the same time, both of them felt their bodies trembled.

However, when Jiang Feng attacked again, the man stopped answering and just dodged.

Jiang Feng used the poke leg transformed from Li Wu's body, and his legs were like the wind, and he attacked fiercely. The middle-aged man calmly avoided Jiang Feng's fierce attacks again and again, and if he couldn't dodge, he blocked it with his hands. His hands were very flexible, his technique of removing force was quite clever, and he also used force to fight from time to time.

At this time, Xia Muxie ran over and shouted from afar: "Jiang Feng."

"Jiang Feng!" The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Feng while dodging, and then he said, "At a young age, I didn't expect that you would practice your leg poking skills to this level, it's not easy..."

Jiang Feng attacked fiercely, but he could not hurt the opponent at all. The man did not make any moves from beginning to end. Jiang Feng knew that the man was trying his own skills, and that his move was Wing Chun's move. This was beyond Jiang Feng and Ke Yue's expectations. At this time, Jiang Feng realized that he had met a master, but he had no knife in his hand, otherwise he would have chopped him into meat paste with the Lancet technique. However, at this time he still used the "thunder hand" transformed from his father.

Once this internal kung fu is used, it will be difficult to make things easier. Pili's hands are good at using hard skills and Wing Chun's fist. Both kinds of kung fu are good at the battlefield. If the middle-aged man does not make any moves, he will be injured under Jiang Feng.

The more he hit the man, the more surprised he was. He dodged Jiang Feng's powerful skill, suddenly made a gesture of resting the battle, and said anxiously: "Young man, how could you have thunderous hand skills?"

"I'll ask this more question, let's see!" Jiang Feng opened his right hand and grabbed the middle-aged man like steel claws.

The middle-aged man had no intention of fighting again, but just avoided his attack, and avoided his body and said, "Young man, don't hit him."

Jiang Feng stopped and looked at him steadily.

The man said calmly: "If I want to do anything to you, why wait until now! I just want to see my daughter, no..."

The middle-aged man finished speaking with some sadness, and looked at Xia Muxie with soft eyes.

Xia Muxie also looked at him with a panic look on his face.

In fact, Xia Muxie, who ran over, was looking at the middle-aged man because he felt that he looked familiar, and looked very similar to a man in a black and white photo at home. He was pretty and thin. The man in that photo was her father, but there was no concept of father in her memory.

The two outsiders on one side found that Xia Muxie looked very similar to this man. He was very similar.
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