Their gazes met, and the air between the two seemed to have solidified.
"You dare to hit …"
Soldiers were innately tough. Xu Ling stood up and wanted to rush over. Pei Feng's right foot moved slightly, and with a "bang" sound, the hard ground immediately cracked like a spider's web. Gravel flew in all directions, and half of Huo Tiejun's head was stomped into the ground.
A rough and violent roar came from the ground. Huo Tiejun's whole body cracked, and he was about to get up. Pei Feng did not hesitate, and his right foot moved again.
"Boom!"
Gravel flew, and smoke and dust rose. It was as if a part of the ground had collapsed. Huo Tiejun's huge body had completely sunk into the cement ground, and his head was drooping in the deep pit. The vertebrae at the back of his neck were protruding high.
"Move again, and I will stomp your head."
Pei Feng's voice was very calm, as if there was not a trace of killing intent, but in Huo Tiejun's ears, it made his blood run cold.
He was the one who was stepped on, and only he knew the youth who stepped on his face … how heavy his foot was, and how ruthless his heart was!
His hands that were clenched into fists slowly loosened, and his body stopped moving.
He did not dare to move, because he knew — — this youth was definitely the kind of person who would do what he said.
Xu Ling also stopped, and she stared at Pei Feng, her chest violently moving up and down.
Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her right cheek was red, and there was a clear palm print. Her right hand was also injured by the broken porcelain, and it was dripping with blood. In just a moment, she, who was cold and arrogant, and full of heroic spirit, had become battered and exhausted.
The middle-aged man stared at Pei Feng without blinking. His expression did not change, but his heart was in turmoil!
Of course, Huo Tiejun and Xu Ling did not use their full strength.
With their strength, dealing with Zhou Guangping and Zhou Wanqiu was completely like playing with monkeys, and they could easily abuse them.
But even if they didn't use their full strength, they were still at the peak of inner strength. Moreover, both of them had used the power of the dragon and elephant just now!
A small blue and white porcelain teacup was actually able to injure Xu Ling with such a fragile piece of porcelain?
He could send her flying with just one slap?
His strength completely suppressed Huo Tiejun?
Huo Tiejun had used the strength of a dragon and an elephant, but he was still crushed. He had no strength to break free from the right foot that was stepping on his face.
This young man also seemed to have not used his full strength. His hands were still in his trouser pockets …
The middle-aged man was Feng Guorui, the deputy leader of the Wuhun Formation.
After following the Army God Nie Canghai on secret missions for nearly a decade, Feng Guorui had traveled all over the world. He had seen all kinds of masters. In terms of eyesight, he was much stronger than most martial arts masters in Huaxia.
This seemingly ordinary youth … his strength was absolutely unfathomable!
Who was he?
A cold light flashed in Feng Guorui's eyes.
The legendary genius youth Zhou Yihang from the Zhou family in Jiangnan?
Impossible!
Even he couldn't do it so easily against Huo Tiejun and Xu Ling!
Even a peerless genius couldn't reach such a terrifying level at this age!
As he thought of this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression finally changed.
Young … Young Guru?!
That Zhou Yihang?!
No, this was impossible!
This youth … was at most a top half-step Guru! His strength was comparable to the "Divine Ape" Wei Donglai, a half-step Guru who was stronger than him!
For a long time, the rumor of the "Young Guru" was seen as a joke by everyone, including Feng Guorui.
Because it was simply a fairy tale, a legend.
All the records of the legend of the "Young Guru" in Huaxia's ancient books were from the Shang Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty. In other words … in the past thousand years, there hadn't been a so-called Young Guru in Huaxia.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth was constantly drying up, and martial arts and sorcery were declining day by day. There hadn't been a Young Guru in the past thousand years, and now there was one?
What a joke!
Although his heart was in turmoil and he was shocked and doubtful, Feng Guorui still subconsciously rejected the idea of a "young grandmaster" because … it was impossible for anyone to be so monstrous, and it was impossible for anyone to surpass the god-like man in his heart.
…
"Master Qian."
Qian Fengnian suddenly shivered, "Yes, sir."
"Check on their injuries."
Soon, he came over with Zhou Guangping, and Zhou Wanqiu followed behind, limping.
Pei Feng turned his head to take a look.
Zhou Wanqiu's right ankle was swollen like a steamed bun. It was either a serious sprain or a fracture.
In addition to the injury on her ankle, she also suffered a slight internal injury. Huo Tiejun's thunderous attack had basically been blocked by Zhou Guangping, who had risked his life to block it.
On the other hand, Zhou Guangping's injury was much more serious.
His right arm was broken, four of his ribs were broken, and his spleen and lungs suffered serious internal injuries.
At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was heavy. His mouth, nose, and ears were bleeding, and he couldn't even stand steadily.
He handed two Small Rejuvenating Pills to Zhou Wanqiu, "One for each of you. Feed it to your brother first."
Zhou Wanqiu looked at him deeply, and replied in a low voice, "Thank you, sir."
"Master Qian, help him sit down."
After he finished speaking, Pei Feng glanced at Huo Tiejun, who was under his feet, and said faintly, "You've fought, and you've suffered. What do you say now? How do you plan to resolve this matter?"
Zhou Wanqiu was startled, "Ask me?"
"If I don't ask you, ask me?"
Pei Feng's voice suddenly became cold, "Your brother's injury is serious, and he can't speak. Now, you represent Jiangnan's Zhou family."
Just as he finished speaking, Zhou Guangping's hoarse and trembling voice suddenly came from behind, "There … there's revenge! There's revenge … revenge … mister —! "
Zhou Guangping used almost all of his strength to say these words. When the last word "life" came out of his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and it splashed all over the table.
"Brother! You … don't talk anymore. Calm down and heal first! "
Their eyes met. The veins on Zhou Guangping's forehead bulged, and he clenched his teeth. He stared at Pei Feng, and his bloodshot eyes revealed … determination and unyieldingness.
"Okay."
Pei Feng's answer was short and straightforward.
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Tiejun's huge body flew out like a cannonball. He fell on his face and landed ten meters away in a very ugly manner.
"F * ck you! If I don't die today … "
"Shut up —!"
With a thunderous roar, Huo Tiejun's whole body shook, and he turned his head to look at Feng Guorui in shock.
He was actually not injured, except that his right cheek was stepped on and bloody — Pei Feng did not kill him.
The destiny of a soldier was to obey, and the Wuhun Formation was even more so.
Unless he completely lost his mind, Huo Tiejun would never dare to disobey Feng Guorui's orders.
At this moment, not far away, Pei Feng's faint voice suddenly sounded.
"I don't care if you are Wuhun Formation or Ghost Group. This matter can't be settled peacefully. After today's Martial Arts Competition, let's have a private fight. "
"We will fight in the name of Jiangnan's Zhou family. You can do whatever you want."
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