Chapter 232 The Feeling of Being a Strong Person

Because in the ancient martial arts world, no matter how talented the disciples of the sect and aristocratic families are, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, they can at most acquire the second or third level of cultivation, and often these genius disciples are just superficial, with nothing to do with the internal strength accumulated by pills. However, his combat effectiveness is far inferior to that of an older martial artist.

The older you are, in the ancient martial arts world, it means that your cultivation base may be higher, and your combat experience and moves will be more sophisticated. Hong Botong was able to gain such a great reputation as "lightness skills and floating on water" in the rivers and lakes by virtue of his acquired three-level cultivation base. Not only is he good at lightness kung fu, but he also knows how to watch the situation. When he sees a warrior who is stronger than himself, he will immediately run away, and once he is sure that the opponent is not as good as himself, he will go forward to bully him unceremoniously.

Moreover, with his unique lightness skills, Hong Botong often does some sneaky things, and accepts some tasks like killers and kidnappings through the Internet, living a much more nourishing life than most warriors.

However, how can you not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river? Hong Botong never imagined that he had done so many dangerous activities, and was even targeted by the relevant state departments, but he would capsize in the gutter in such a small kidnapping case. Moreover, it still fell into the hands of Lin Feng, a young man who seemed harmless to humans and animals.

"Cough cough cough...I...I...why...can't...breathe..."

His eyes widened in fright, and the eyeballs bulged. Just now, Hong Botong didn't understand what the "phlegm" in the conversation between Lin Feng and Wang Zhong meant? But now, he has experienced it personally. The mouthful of phlegm tightly stuck in his throat blocked his breathing tube, making him unable to breathe at all, his face paled instantly, and he kept coughing hard, trying to spit out the mouthful of phlegm.

And Wang Zhong, who had the same experience, looked at Lin Feng in horror at this time, pointed at him, and shouted tremblingly: "What kind of evil art are you? The phlegm in the body can be controlled!"

Hearing Wang Zhong's words, Hong Botong completely believed that Lin Feng really caused him to feel so uncomfortable now that he was about to suffocate. However, Hong Botong never saw Lin Feng make a move at all, he didn't even know how Lin Feng made a move, and the look he looked at Lin Feng became extremely frightened.

"What kind of skill do I use! Does it have anything to do with you? Now, all you need to know is that I'm going to kill you... Hehe! It's just a matter of a moment..."

There were only two fighters, and Lin Feng's spiritual sense was completely held, so he looked at Wang Zhong confidently, and said with a smile, "Before, you were at Sister Tongtong's Meiyuan Women's Health Club, you have deep internal strength, and you have the ability to spit out Come out. This time, I think you don't have the ability..."

As he said that, Lin Feng's spiritual consciousness moved, and his water control ability started to work again. That strong man, Wang Zhong, immediately grabbed his own neck, with a painful expression on his face, his face was pale, and he couldn't breathe.

"Ahem... Hero... Spare... Spare me..."

Last time,

Because Lin Feng had already left, no one could control the mouthful of phlegm, it was simply stuck in Wang Zhong's throat, and he could force the phlegm out relatively easily through internal force. But this time Lin Feng was at the side controlling it with his spiritual sense. Even if Wang Zhong exhausted all his internal energy, he couldn't cough up the phlegm from his throat. Therefore, he could only half-kneel on the ground, in great pain, and the fierce gaze that had been revealed before had completely turned into a desire to survive and a plea to Lin Feng.

"Forgive me...help...cough cough...help me..."

Hong Botong, who had started to roll his eyes and dizzy due to lack of oxygen, tried his best to almost climb up from the ground in front of Lin Feng, and stretched out his arms towards Lin Feng, begging for mercy.

Wang Zhong and Hong Botong are masters of the third and fourth ranks of Guwuhoutian respectively. They are all well-known existences in the Jianghu. Wang Zhong is known as "Iron Palm", and Hong Botong is known as "Qinggong Floating on the Water". Take the Tiangu Gang, the largest gang in Zhi'an City, for example. Yan Haonan, the leader of the Tiangou Gang, is only on the first floor of the day after tomorrow. When he sees Wang Zhong and Hong Botong, he must respectfully call him senior.

However, the two of them were lying in front of Lin Feng like dogs, begging for mercy in pain. They don't have the demeanor and dignity of martial arts masters at all. If they can't even breathe now, they will definitely say a lot of soft and begging words to Lin Feng.

This was the first time Lin Feng used his water control ability to deal with two fighters at the same time. Although it was a bit difficult, he was still completely under control.

However, Lin Feng did not really intend to kill these two warriors. In the past 18 years, Lin Feng had never killed a chicken, let alone killed a chicken. How could he dare to kill? Although Lin Feng felt that these two people had done a lot of evil, even if they were killed, they would be more than justified. However, Lin Feng was still an ordinary high school student in his mind and mentality. He said that he wanted to kill them, but he was just trying to scare them.

Lin Feng's purpose is very simple. He just wants to extract as much information about Huaxia's ancient martial arts from these two gangster warriors. By. These are the fundamental reasons why Lin Feng has been following Wang Zhong and came to this abandoned factory by mistake.

Because he wanted to ask questions, Lin Feng temporarily retreated the phlegm from their bodies, and then said with a confident smile: "It's not impossible for me to spare you! But it's up to you... Can you hear me?" Obedient..."

"Listen...Young hero! Hero! Whatever you say is what you say...We must be obedient, please...don't let that phlegm clog our throats..."

The terrified Wang Zhong is still very aware of current affairs. He has fully and deeply felt the horror of Lin Feng's strength, which is much stronger than any warrior he has ever come into contact with. It is a matter of minutes to kill him, and what scares Wang Zhong even more is that he is not at all. Know how Lin Feng shot him.

"Young hero, spare your life! I... we have eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai, and offended the young hero! Begging the young hero is like a fart, let us go! What did you say, young hero... We are what... "

Hong Botong, who took a breath, also saw the situation clearly. The current Lin Feng, in front of him, is not a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old! It is simply a frightening god of death!

"Okay! Then let me ask you two, are you martial artists who practice ancient martial arts? How much are your cultivation bases? Also, why did you come to Zhi'an City?"

Lin Feng asked them several questions in a row, and squinted his eyes. He really enjoyed the feeling of being feared and awed by others. This...is the feeling of being a strong man!