The god-level master of the cold and beautiful president

"Tell me about what happened in the drug factory?"

After Wu Pei left, Ji Zhengtian said to Chu Feng.

Hearing this, Chu Feng withdrew his gaze, nodded to Ji Zhengtian, and then explained to Ji Zhengtian what happened in the drug factory in detail: "That day, I..."

After listening to the process, Ji Zhengtian nodded and asked, "Do you know how to stick?"

Everything that Chu Feng did in the drug manufacturing factory was reported to him, so it is not unusual to know about it.

Ok?
Meeting Ji Zhengtian's eyes, Chu Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Well, I will."

"Can you show me?" Ji Zhengtian asked tentatively, becoming interested.

When testing Chu Feng before, he only knew that Chu Feng knew Xingyi Quan, and he thought that the elders in Chu Feng's family secretly learned Xingyi Quan and investigated Chu Feng's information.

Later, he found that Chu Feng's information was very clean and there was no problem at all, so he believed Chu Feng's words, but he was surprised that Chu Feng could know how to stick.

Thinking of his inner plan, he was going to see how well Chu Feng's stick technique was doing. If it didn't work, he suggested that Chu Feng give up practicing stick technique and practice Xingyiquan with him, so as to make this martial art flourish.

Calling Chu Feng this time has two purposes.

First, I wanted to see Chu Feng's stick technique.

Secondly, he felt that Chu Feng was innocent and planned to take Chu Feng as his disciple.

"I guess it won't work here? And I didn't bring my stick..."

Hearing this, after thinking about it, Chu Feng refused to speak.

"It's okay, let's go to the backyard of the villa to show it, and I will prepare weapons for you there."

Ji Zhengtian didn't seem to understand the meaning of Chu Feng's words, smiled at Chu Feng, stood up, and planned to go to the backyard of the villa with Chu Feng.

Seeing Ji Zhengtian's action, Chu Feng frowned slightly, but quickly let go.

Without saying anything, he stood up and followed Ji Zhengtian.

Ji Zhengtian saw Chu Feng's movements from the corner of his eye, with a smug smile like an old child in his eyes, and he walked towards the backyard of the villa first.

After arriving at the backyard of the villa, Ji Zhengtian found a shiny stick for Chu Feng. After Chu Feng tried it, the length was just right, but the strength was not as strong as his rattan stick.

"How about this martial stick? I got it from an old friend."

Ji Zhengtian stroked his beard at this moment, and said proudly: "You use this stick to compete with me. If I am satisfied, this martial stick will be given to you."

"This stick for me?"

Chu Feng weighed it in his hands, but he didn't like it. He shook his head and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ji, for your kindness, but I probably won't need this thing."

In his eyes, he didn't find the excited luster that the weapon in his hand should have. In fact, the rattan stick is much better than the stick he is holding. It is understandable that he is so calm.

However, Ji Zhengtian didn't know that Chu Feng had a better martial stick. Seeing that Chu Feng was dismissive of what he regarded as a treasure, he blew his beard and stared angrily.

"This kid must not know how to distinguish a good baby!"

Afterwards, Ji Zhengtian forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, thinking about Chu Feng's calm attitude.

"Okay, now you have the weapon, let's start."

The next moment, Ji Zhengtian rolled up his loose sleeves, and set up a posture to compete with Chu Feng.

He was dressed in a Tang suit, and matched with the poses, he had the posture of an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park.

"Old Ji, are you going to fight me with your bare hands?"

Seeing that Ji Zhengtian was going to fight him empty-handed again, Chu Feng frowned slightly, with a worried tone in his tone.

Previously, he only got the elementary stick technique and elementary Xingyi boxing, and his strength is not too strong. If he fights with Ji Zhengtian, if he can't stand it, he won't cause much harm to Ji Zhengtian.

But now, he has acquired the intermediate stick technique and has developed a sense of qi. If he is not careful during the competition, it is impossible for him to retract the attack in time after he has developed a sense of qi. He is afraid that it will hurt Ji Zhengtian.

—worry about his inexperience.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng said, "Since you don't need a weapon, then I don't need a weapon either."

Then, he was about to put the martial stick aside.

"Hey! Young man, it will hurt you to look down on the old man!"

Hearing this, Ji Zhengtian was very angry. His strength can be ranked among the top three in the entire China. Does he need such a junior to let him?

While speaking, Ji Zhengtian rushed towards Chu Feng at an extremely fast speed.

Ok?
Chu Feng only felt a strong wind blowing towards him, subconsciously, he raised the martial stick in his hand, and suddenly poked it out!

"Whoosh!"

The martial stick in his hand was like a javelin, shooting straight at Ji Zhengtian.

Just when the Wu stick was about to hit Ji Zhengtian's body, Ji Zhengtian suddenly swung his body, dodged the attack, and quickly attacked Chu Feng.

not good!

Seeing this scene, Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he really underestimated Ji Zhengtian, Chu Feng danced the rattan stick in his hand, turned a poke into a sweep, and hit Ji Zhengtian again.

The range of this attack was not small, it completely covered Ji Zhengtian's body. If Ji Zhengtian still planned to attack, he would be hit by Chu Feng.

"Good trick!"

Ji Zhengtian obviously also discovered the beauty of this attack. He praised it, and suddenly jumped up on the spot, and even jumped into midair.

"call!"

The Wu stick swung past with a strong wind, and it was empty!

But at this time, Ji Zhengtian, who jumped into the air, rushed towards Chu Feng obliquely, and his old palm pushed flatly, with a sense of killing.

Chu Feng immediately felt something was wrong, and retreated subconsciously.

"boom!"

It's a pity that Ji Zhengtian's palm aimed at the neutral position of Chu Feng's attack. Although Chu Feng withdrew in time, he couldn't escape the range of the attack, and was beaten back again and again by the palm.

"Stab...!"

While stepping back again and again, the martial stick in Chu Feng's hand suddenly hit the ground, and a long series of marks were drawn on the dirt, and Chu Feng barely stopped his back steps.

"Old Ji, your palm is really... formidable!"

Rubbing his sore arms, seeing that Ji Zhengtian was waiting for him to rest like a normal person, Chu Feng was shocked by Ji Zhengtian's force, and at the same time complained to Ji Zhengtian with a wry smile.

Hearing Chu Feng's words, Ji Zhengtian shook his head and said, "You could have avoided this slap. It was all your fault for being careless. Again, this time, you must not underestimate the enemy!"

After telling Chu Feng's mistake, Ji Zhengtian hit Chu Feng again.

——Before the start of the battle, he had adjusted his strength to the same level as Chu Feng. Chu Feng couldn't beat him only because of his combat experience, but if he lost with one palm, it shouldn't be, just It may be Chu Feng's own problem.

"it is good!"

Listening to Ji Zhengtian's words in his heart, Chu Feng knew that he had received the slap forcibly, just as Ji Zhengtian said, it was the end of carelessly underestimating the enemy.

Seeing that Ji Zhengtian's attack came again, he began to focus his expression, closely watching every movement of Ji Zhengtian's body, to find the loopholes in it and attack.

"Have it!"