C64 (1/2)

Hearing that, Ye Feng's heart could not help but move, she looked at Yin Yi, and before she could say anything, Qi Weijun immediately said: ”He is looking for your help, not here to compete, and didn't we compete last time? Wouldn't it be the same if we were to compare the results? ”

Yin Yi looked at Qi Weijun, and seeing her call Ye Feng in this manner, he was even more displeased. He immediately snorted coldly, ”Last time, I did not prepare, so it doesn't count, but this time, I made preparations. In short, if you want to know where Feng Zi and Heng Zi are, then you have to compete.

After Qi Weijun heard this, she immediately wanted to say something, but Ye Feng stepped forward and said to Yin Yi: ”It's a deal?”

Yin Yi laughed sinisterly, knowing that Ye Feng had agreed, he immediately turned and walked towards the stage, starting to move his muscles and bones, waiting for Ye Feng.

Qi Weijun worriedly asked Ye Feng, ”Why don't we think of another way?”

Ye Feng shook his head and without saying a word to Qi Weijun, he walked towards the stage.

Qi Weijun was helpless, she had no choice but to follow, and seeing Ye Feng going up the stage, she became anxious.

Yin Yi looked at Ye Feng, then placed both fists in front of him, as though he was going to attack anytime, and asked Ye Feng: ”Are you ready?”

Ye Feng moved his feet a bit before nodding towards Yin Yi, telling him that he was ready.

Seeing that Ye Feng had nodded his head, Yin Yi immediately threw out a punch towards his face. This time, the speed and power of the punch had reached his limit, it was obvious that he wanted to finish Ye Feng off with one punch.

However, before his fist could reach Ye Feng, Ye Feng had already tapped his arm, causing his hand to instantly lose both speed and strength.

Ye Feng turned to Yin Yi and asked: ”Is it okay now?”

Yin Yi did not say anything, but immediately the other fist came flying over. Since he had challenged Ye Feng to a duel, how could he admit defeat so easily?

However, this punch of his was the same as the one before; before it could reach Ye Feng, it was easily resolved by Ye Feng.

Yin Yi had only used two moves, but his two arms could not even move.

At this time, Ye Feng looked at Yin Yi, and asked again, ”How is it, is it okay now?”

Yin Yi had not spoken yet, but a middle-aged man below the stage asked Ye Feng, ”Who did you learn this acupuncture technique from?”

Hearing that, Ye Feng could not help but turn to look at the middle-aged man below the stage, to see that he was not even 50 years old, with a buzz cut, and although his chin was shaved, there was a green glow, and his eyes were sharp.

Furthermore, that person was wearing a elastic vest, and the tendons and flesh on his body were clearly visible. He was clearly a practitioner, and from the looks of it, his skills were above Yin Yi's.

Before Ye Feng could say anything, Yin Yi spoke to the middle aged man down the stage: ”Dad, you know the acupuncture technique?”

Below the stage was Yin Yi's father, Yin Zhihao. He did not answer his own son, but his sharp eyes were still fixed on Ye Feng, ”This acupuncture technique, if I'm not wrong, should be one of the lost ancient fist techniques in China, Sun Chihuo's Inch Punch!”

Ye Feng was startled upon hearing this, when he first learnt this acupuncture point training technique, he had indeed heard the instructor say something about it. The key was that the instructor really happened to be surnamed Sun, but he did not know whether this acupuncture point training technique was Sun Bian Fist or not, even if the instructor did not mention it, he did not know.