C8 (1/2)

Wei Qingfeng was still thinking, when a flower shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and Lady Yun Er slowly walked to him, and asked: ”Young Noble, do you want more wine?” After saying that, she used her eyes to look at him, and at the same time, the focus of the crowd was all on the two people fighting, but Miss Yun Er did not even glance at them, and stared at Wei Qingfeng's handsome face in a daze.

Wei Qingfeng turned his face to look at her, revealed a smile, and shook his head.

The two of them had already fought for more than ten moves, and Hou Wu had already unleashed a set of Regional Security Fist Technique, to the point where the tiger had its life, while the young master only managed to dodge the heavy blows. He kept using his method of drawing in energy, and kept pushing Hou Wu's fist force towards both sides, causing the guests and seats on both sides to suffer, only feeling that the attack was extremely powerful, and they all started to hide far away.

Wei Qingfeng saw that although Hou Wu was reckless, he had trained in the Zhe An Fist Art to a seventy percent mastery. If he had worked hard on it before, then the Young Noble would not clash with Hou Wu head on and would only use force to dodge. It seemed that he did not want to reveal his own martial arts skills. It was just that he kept on dodging, although he could protect his own safety, he could not destroy Hou Wu's fist techniques.

The two of them continued to fight for a moment more, Hou Wu saw that this young master did not dare fight with his strength, and only used a tricky method to attract him, and thought: ”This white-masked young man originally had too little strength, and only relied on some unknown methods that I have learned to avoid. The space upstairs is so small, as long as I force you to a corner, and used a force to seal you, won't you be tied up?”

After Hou Wu finished this thought, he suddenly jumped up. Everyone felt that even though there were still colored lanterns upstairs, the light had actually dimmed a lot. It was likely Hou Wu had forced himself to use all of his strength.

Hou Wu turned his right hand back and struck out three consecutive punches with his left hand. These were precisely the quintessence of Zhe An's Fist, the ”Three Fists Splitting the Mountain”. Hou Wu was speaking of the fact that once these three punches were executed, even a mountain would be smashed apart in front of him.

The Young Noble drew out two fists in a row, but he could no longer draw out the third fist, he could only take it head on, the white gongzi hesitated for a moment, he raised his right hand into the air and clenched his palm into a fist, about to attack, but Hou Wu's eyes lit up with joy.

When Wei Qingfeng saw white gongzi's fist with his right hand, but that gesture was strange, his four fingers clenched tightly, and his thumb actually curled between his index and middle fingers, revealing the fingertips of his thumb, which he knew was a Qi Breaking Technique, he cursed in his heart. If Hou Wu got hit by that fist, his entire body's Qi Art would be melted away, he immediately dodged, and with a wave of his right hand, he forcefully pulled back Hou Wu's punch.

Hou Wu saw that his punch was going to hit the target, and was secretly happy, but he did not expect the punch to pull him back. He turned around and glared at his cousin, and shouted: What are you thinking of doing, are you thinking of rebelling?

The white gongzi looked at Wei Qingfeng strangely, seeing that Wei Qingfeng just happened to turn his head and wink at him, his handsome face flushed red, and quickly turned his head.

Hou Wu thought: ”I'm afraid that you and this white gongzi are on the same side, I will capture both of you today, so at that time, I can ask that Miss Yao Yan for my help.” Thinking of this, he felt pleased with himself and laughed. Just as he was about to speak …

Wei Qingfeng turned around again and said to Hou Wu in a low voice: ”zang-fu, please let me speak with you.” After saying that, he walked to the side of the abandoned Southern Head building, and Hou Wu unknowingly followed a few steps to her side.

Wei Qingfeng looked down at the pure white snow below. At this time, the majority of the people who were celebrating in the city had already rested, and only the muffled sounds of fireworks and the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the distance. In the midst of this snowy night, it seemed very lonely.

This Full Moon Tower used to be the tallest floor in the Full Moon City. At this moment, he was standing on the tallest floor of the Full Moon Tower, and when he looked down, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Wei Qingfeng turned his head and asked Hou Wu softly, ”How many days has it been since zang-fu came over from the palace?”

Hou Wu was about to answer subconsciously, but he was suddenly shocked and said: ”You …. You... ”How do you know where I come from?”