C4 Old Dog Die

Xu Heng's facial expression darkened immediately, but no one knew what he was thinking. A cold light of schadenfreude could be seen in his eyes.

"Little bastard, I'll let you keep your mouth shut now. I'll teach you a lesson later."

Xu Heng gave Xu Feng a fierce look, then moved aside to make way for him.

Xu Heng's behavior was a little strange. Normally, Xu Heng would have tried to stop him from entering, but now he was so straightforward. Could it be that this guy had done something to stop him?

Xu Feng was puzzled, but he didn't hesitate and walked straight into Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion.

Although it was called Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion, there were only a thousand martial arts books in it. Most of them were low level martial arts, and there were very few Martial Arts Third Layer and above martial arts books.

After all, Xu family wasn't really a big family, and they only had one or two types of true martial arts.

Xu Feng walked in. He had never been to the Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion before, and he wouldn't be able to come to the Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion to choose his own martial arts unless he reached the Martial Arts Third Layer.

Xu Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart. He picked up a martial arts secret manual and opened it to take a look. The excitement in his heart immediately calmed down.

This was a low level martial art, so it was useless for him to learn it.

Xu Feng picked up another martial art manual. It was still a low level martial art.

Xu Feng frowned. Could it be that there were no high level martial arts here?

Impossible. After all, this was the Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion of his family. It was impossible that he didn't even have a high level martial art.

After Xu Feng quickly browsed through all the books, he clenched his fist tightly and smashed it onto the bookshelf beside him, smashing it into pieces.

"Xu Weikong!"

Xu Feng's expression was filled with anger. This must be Xu Weikong's doing. He must have hidden all the high level martial arts.

Only Xu Weikong was qualified to do so. No wonder Xu Heng looked at him like that.

Without a high ranked martial art, even if he had entered the Martial Arts Third Layer, he would still be at a disadvantage when facing someone who had truly practiced high ranked martial arts.

The reason why he had the upper hand against Xu Weikong was because Xu Weikong had underestimated his strength. He had an accident, and if they were to fight again, Xu Weikong would never lose so badly.

However, he didn't have a high rank martial art right now. So what if he was angry?

Xu Feng quickly calmed down.

It wasn't that there were no high rank martial arts here. It was just that these high rank martial arts were either incomplete or extremely difficult to cultivate.

Difficult to cultivate? I don't believe that I, Xu Feng, can't cultivate them either.

Xu Feng once again returned to the bookshelf and looked at the books on the bookshelf. They were all incomplete books, all incomplete books.

Just as Xu Feng was feeling a little upset, a fire suddenly came from his shoulder.

It was the heat from the acupoint, but why did this acupoint have an abnormal reaction at this time?

Xu Feng subconsciously looked down and saw a martial art book in his hand.

"Prison Suppressing Fist!" Xu Feng subconsciously read it out.

He seemed to have heard of this Prison Suppressing Fist before. It was indeed a high level martial art. However, no one in his family had ever succeeded in cultivating this Prison Suppressing Fist, because it was very difficult to cultivate this Prison Suppressing Fist. The second reason was that this Prison Suppressing Fist required a large amount of herbs to make up for it. This was because cultivating the Prison Suppressing Fist would cause damage to one's body.

If he could cultivate this high level martial art, it would be perfect. As for medicinal herbs, Xu Feng naturally didn't need to worry. As long as he could cultivate it, he would immediately choose this Prison Suppressing Fist.

Furthermore, the abnormality that came from the acupoints on his shoulder just now was most likely due to this Prison Suppressing Fist.

This also meant that he had a high chance of successfully cultivating this Prison Suppressing Fist.

Not to mention, there were no other martial arts that were worthy of his attention, so he chose this Prison Suppressing Fist.

Without any hesitation, Xu Feng picked up the Prison Suppressing Fist and walked outside.

When he arrived at the door, Xu Heng was looking at Xu Feng with a sinister smile on his face.

"Young master Xu, I wonder what martial art you have chosen. Hehe, it should be a high rank martial art, right? Haha!"

Xu Heng couldn't help but laugh wildly with pride at the end of his words.

Xu Feng's expression was cold, and he didn't show any signs of anger.

"What benefits do you have from doing this?"

Xu Feng asked coldly.

"What benefits do you have?"

Xu Heng smiled with a gloomy and proud expression.

"There are many benefits. As long as I can keep suppressing you. If I keep making you a trash, my junior will be able to obtain more resources. Using a trash like you to exchange for my junior becoming stronger, isn't this a very suitable deal? "

So that's how it is. This old dog can't get up early without any benefits.

Killing intent rose in Xu Feng's heart.

In the past, it was one thing if he didn't have the strength, but now that he had the strength, he naturally wouldn't let this old dog act arrogantly in front of him again.

"This is the martial art I chose, record it down!"

Xu Feng threw out the Prison Suppressing Fist Scroll in his hand.

"Prison Suppressing Fist?"

Xu Heng cried out in surprise.

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart. This martial art was a true high rank martial art. Although no one had ever succeeded in cultivating it, what if this kid really succeeded in cultivating it? If he had known earlier, he would have kept this martial art as well.

'But it's not too late now. I'm going to forcefully take this martial art back. Let's see what you can do about it. '

When Xu Heng thought of this, his expression became gloomy.

"This book isn't a martial art from Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion. It's a personal book, so I can't lend it to you."

Xu Heng put away the Prison Suppressing Fist and waved at Xu Feng, signaling him to leave by himself.

Xu Feng could no longer suppress his anger, "Old dog, you did it on purpose, right?"

Xu Heng's face darkened, "Little bastard, don't force me to teach you a lesson. Get the hell out of here, or don't blame me for being rude."

"You're not being polite, are you? Come on, let me teach you a lesson, you old dog."

Xu Feng couldn't hold it any longer. He launched his attack at Xu Heng.

If he couldn't bear it, then he wouldn't!

Xu Heng sneered, "What's wrong? You think you can attack me with this little ability of yours?"

After saying that, Xu Heng stretched out his hand to counter Xu Feng's attack.

He was using a high ranked martial art, the Yin Wind Palm, which was extremely cruel and cruel. As long as he was hit by the palm, his internal organs would be injured.

As soon as the two of them exchanged blows, Xu Feng realized the gap between him and Xu Heng. Without a high rank martial art, he would be at a disadvantage in a fight.

However, since they had already fought, it was too late for Xu Feng to regret it.

After exchanging a few blows, Xu Feng was forced back a few steps by Xu Heng. The place where he was hit had a vague feeling of ghastly pain.

At this time, only high ranked martial arts could fight against high ranked martial arts. The only high ranked martial art that he could see was the Prison Suppressing Fist that he had just seen.

He only flipped through the Prison Suppressing Fist a little and did not study it seriously. How could he learn it at the last minute?

But now, he could only try it out. Xu Feng tried to avoid direct attacks from Xu Heng while recalling the content of the Prison Suppressing Fist in his mind.

First, the Prison Suppressing Fist needed to form the Strangle Hell Seal. This Strangle Hell Seal was just an abbreviation, but in fact, it was a method of exerting force. This was also the foundation of the Prison Suppressing Fist.

He would try it. If he couldn't succeed, he was afraid that he would be humiliated by this guy again today.

Thinking of this result, Xu Feng's heart was filled with anger. He absolutely couldn't be humiliated by this guy again.

The circulation of the Prison Suppressing Fist appeared in Xu Feng's mind. Before he could do anything, a force surged out from the acupuncture point on his shoulder and spread across his entire body. At the same time, it also made Xu Feng's body involuntarily assume a certain posture.

Wait! When Xu Heng struck again, Xu Feng took advantage of the opportunity and threw out a punch.

They were evenly matched! No, it should be said that Xu Feng had the upper hand.

This casual punch had blocked Xu Heng's Yin Wind Palm.

Prison Suppressing Fist, Peerless Prison Suppression, it was indeed a high level fist technique!

Xu Feng was delighted in his heart. He never thought that he would be able to cultivate the Seal of Prison so easily, and even more so, the power of this Seal of Prison Suppression was so strong.

"Prison Suppressing Fist!"

Xu Heng's facial expression changed slightly. He had never thought that Xu Feng would really be able to cultivate the Prison Suppressing Fist.

His heart sank. At the same time, he had decided to take this opportunity to cripple Xu Feng first. He would cripple Xu Feng before he could concoct the Prison Suppressing Fist.

"Xu Feng, you have secretly learned the secret technique of the family. Today, I will cripple your cultivation on behalf of the family."

Xu Heng shouted loudly. No one knew who he was talking to, but at least this gave him an authentic reason to attack.

How could Xu Feng not know that Xu Heng wanted to kill him? It was just that he had cultivated the Strangle Hell Seal, and his heart was filled with confidence. Since this Xu Heng wanted to fight, he would fight!

Xu Feng clenched his fist and punched at Xu Heng. Naturally, Xu Heng would not be weaker than Xu Feng. He also clenched his fist and exchanged blows with Xu Feng.

After the two of them exchanged a few moves, Xu Heng's facial expression changed. He had a vague feeling that he could not defeat Xu Feng in these few moves.

This kid's Prison Suppressing Fist was getting more and more proficient. I'm afraid I can't beat him by myself.

Xu Heng thought of this in his mind and wanted to ask for help.

However, Xu Feng didn't give him the chance. The Strangle Hell Seal in his hand became more and more proficient. As he fought, some information about the Prison Suppressing Fist that he had never seen before appeared in his mind.

And it wasn't just that. The acupuncture points on his shoulder seemed to have become more compatible with his body as he cultivated the Prison Suppressing Fist.

It was as if this acupoint was born for the Prison Suppressing Fist.

Perhaps there was some connection between them.

Xu Feng pondered in his heart, then shifted his attention to Xu Heng who was standing in front of him.

Xu Heng's strength wasn't bad. Although he was only a Martial Arts Third Layer warrior, he had a lot of combat experience at the age of a few decades.

Even if Xu Feng had the Prison Suppressing Fist, he would still be able to use his own experience to get it back.

This was what Xu Feng needed.

He needed combat experience, and this Xu Heng was undoubtedly the best target.

The two of them fought back and forth, but Xu Feng was getting more and more familiar with the Prison Suppressing Fist. He even handled some of the details very clearly.

After dozens of attacks, Xu Heng finally reacted.

"Little bastard, are you using me as a sparring partner?"

Xu Heng was somewhat flustered and exasperated. Just now, he completely did not realize that it was already a little too late for him to react now. Xu Feng's strength had probably already surpassed his!