Chapter 27: The High-Ranking Official's Skilled Hand

  Two young hooligans helped Knife Scar up, while the rest of them yelled and charged forward.

  "It seems that if I don't knock you riffraff down, you'll never be finished!" Chu Feng looked at the dozen or so young thugs surrounding him, let out a cold hum, and with a heavy stomp of his feet on the ground, his body quickly sprang into action.

  Chu Feng's movements were lightning-fast, and he almost used all the kicking techniques he knew. He kicked sideways, forward, and flew his feet in a flurry of motion, weaving in and out of the dozen or so thugs with ease, like a scene from an action movie. Each move was a masterpiece, although slightly awkward, but still executed flawlessly under his feet.

  "Rustle, rustle, rustle......"

  A series of dull thuds, and more than a dozen figures flew into the air, forming a spectacular scene.

  In just a few seconds, more than a dozen thugs were all lying on the ground, accompanied by their painful cries, making it look quite spectacular.

  Chu Feng looked at the outcome of the battle with satisfaction, lightly patted his body, and made a very elegant turn before heading home.

  Those rascals, one by one, were as silent as cicadas in winter, their eyes turned green, staring blankly at Chu Feng's departure, until his figure had completely disappeared from view, only then did they let out a long sigh of relief.

  Nima, what kind of person is this? Is he a top-notch martial artist? But even a top-notch martial artist wouldn't work as a waiter at the Zhuangyuan Pavilion, would they?

  A group of young rascals hung their heads in dejection, completely devoid of spirit.

  The thin young man who had called everyone over earlier was even more unbearable, he almost buried his head in his crotch, and a strong smell of urine wafted out.

  Ah Long saw his appearance, and he was furious. "Damn it, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this miserable state!" He cursed directly: "Monkey, damn it, look at your bear-like appearance, everyone else has already left."

  The monkey heard that Chu Feng had left, and then saw that everyone was looking at him with disdain, and even had a hint of anger in their eyes. He suddenly felt that he needed to make some kind of statement, so he jumped up and pointed in the direction that Chu Feng had run off in, cursing loudly: "What? That little brat actually TMD ran away! You've got guts, don't run, come back and fight me one on one! I..."

  But before he could finish what he was saying, he was stunned.

  Chu Feng had already walked back from the corner and stood in front of him, smiling at him: "Who said they wanted to have a one-on-one with me?"

  Ni Ma, a group of young hooligans were left speechless. After finally getting rid of this jinx, the monkey single-handedly brought it back again.

  Dào bāo was furious, his usual face had been lost today, all of this was caused by the monkey's mischief. Thinking of this, he kicked the monkey out with a hateful kick.

  Everyone, almost at the same time as the knife scar kicked the monkey out, pointed to the monkey in unison and said: "It was him!"

  The monkey wanted to cry but had no tears, was so scared that it fainted and turned around, in a state of urgency, unexpectedly added the sentence that was just forced back and not finished: "Damn!"

  "I really didn't expect it, you're actually a tough guy?" Chu Feng smiled and said calmly as he looked at the monkey.

  The monkey suddenly shuddered, only then realizing that his words were very untimely, and he couldn't help but want to slap himself twice. He hastily looked at Chu Feng with a crying face, directly knelt down, and begged for mercy: "Big brother, big brother, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking... I was talking about myself."

  The monkey saw a group of people with unpleasant faces looking at him from behind, and in his anxiety, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

  Chu Feng gazed at the monkey with a playful expression, feeling that this guy was indeed a rare talent. He teased: "You're really a master, able to play something so difficult."

  But he didn't waste time on the monkey either, and instead walked straight towards Scar.

  The monkey saw that Chu Feng was no longer paying attention to him, and his whole body suddenly relaxed, and he completely collapsed.

  A group of hoodlums retreated in a hurry, and some were even so scared that their legs trembled and their faces turned pale.

  Dào bā yě zài hài pà, kě shì tā kàn dào chǔ fēng zǒu le guò lái, jiù zhī dào jīn tiān de shì wú fǎ shàn zhōng, suǒ yǐ tā yìng zhe tóu pí zhàn le chū lái: "Dà gē, jīn tiān de shì shì wǒ dào bā bù duì, wǒ rèn cuì, dàn shì hái qǐng dà gē fàng guò wǒmen yī mǎ, rì hòu yǒu shén me shì, wǒmen yí dìng huì huán zhè ge rén qíng!"

  "Hmm!" Chu Feng nodded, he came back again because he just remembered the car accident on the way to participate in the competition. Although these rascals are not acceptable, they may still be useful.

  Facing the super expert who could knock him and his group down in a few seconds, Dao Hen had no temper at all. He smiled wryly as he looked at Chu Feng, waiting for orders.

  "From now on, this area of Zhuangyuan Pavilion is off-limits to you all. Don't cause any trouble. If I find out, hehe." Chu Feng smiled, revealing eight small white teeth, but in the eyes of Knife Scar, it was a violent tremble.

  "Big brother, don't worry, if anyone dares to make trouble here, I'll be the first to skin him alive!" Scar's words were a demonstration of his loyalty.

  Chu Feng took a look and felt that it was about the same, then casually asked a few more questions, and also knew the names of several people with scars and their activity locations, only then did he walk away satisfied.

  Until Chu Feng had walked very far, very far away, and for a long time, confirming that this time he truly left, only then did Kui Yu slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air, his heart still racing as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

  His followers were even more despicable than he was.

  But this time, no one dared to speak again, and they walked away in silence.

  ……

  Chu Feng returned to the villa, quietly sitting on the bed, thinking about the scene where he fought with Dao Teng and more than a dozen people. If it weren't for his previous fight with the three monkeys, adapting his body, and these days of training, he wouldn't have been able to knock down over a dozen people so easily today.

  However, he was still not very satisfied with his performance. The scar-faced men were just small-time hooligans and not skilled fighters at all. Even the scar-faced man and his three top generals were only slightly better than others because of their ruthlessness, quick hands, and a hint of ferocity.

  Chu Feng felt an urgent need to find a real master and learn authentic martial arts.

  Moreover, Chu Feng himself also had a feeling that the cultivation method he learned was not very suitable for ordinary people to cultivate. The physique of an immortal and that of an ordinary person were different after all. Although he had already refined his bones and washed his marrow, cultivating the immortal's method still felt extremely strenuous. Furthermore, the spiritual energy of the immortals was too thin, making it difficult to improve.

  However, the martial arts of the mortal world are different. They are based on the mortal world and use their own bodies to cultivate mortal martial arts after washing their marrow. Although they won't be able to ascend to heaven in one step, their speed will still be much faster than that of ordinary people.

  By mastering worldly martial arts and enhancing his cultivation, this was the real shortcut for Chu Feng. Thinking of this, Chu Feng's desire to seek a renowned master became even more urgent.

  But it's not easy to find a master, he thought of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered the wine master of Shuangyuan Pavilion, Meng Jiu.

  This person gives Chu Feng a feeling that is not simple. Although he doesn't dare say that he is definitely an expert, the feeling he gives to Chu Feng is not that of a simple person.

  Especially on that day, when he was angry, the unintentional aura of intimidation emanating from his body was unmistakable.

  Chu Feng suddenly remembered what Qin Fang had said, that Meng Jiu could easily lift several dozen jin of wine jars and would go to the small park for morning exercises every day.

  Morning exercise, that's easy. Chu Feng smiled lightly and looked at the hundred-year-old Chenyao on the table, a plan gradually taking shape in his mind.

  Meng wine was leisurely enjoying himself in the champion pavilion, but suddenly let out a loud sneeze. He looked up at the sky in confusion and muttered to himself: "The weather hasn't changed, why did I suddenly sneeze?"

  Everyone, please throw all the votes in your hands over here, and we don't need the stinky eggs anymore!