Chapter 23: The Flying Female Jiao Feng

  Guessing, Alan rushed over and said a few words in Xi's ear, Xi's face changed: "It's really, the fallen flower has intention but the flowing water is ruthless, why bother entangling desperately."

  Lin Wei asked her what had happened. Xi Jie made a bitter face and replied: "It's still the Eighth Master, I really can't do anything about him."

  Old Eighth is Qin Ming, "Thunderbolt Fire". Lin Wei said to Tianlong, "Master, this Old Eighth has taken a liking to Jiaoba's pillar Jiao Feng, but the other party just doesn't like him. He comes to pester every three or two days, and can't even win a fight, so he ends up suffering."

  Ying Tianlong thought "Thunderbolt Fire" Qin Ming also had a good kung fu, how could he not beat a woman, it's strange.

  Lao Sanlin Wei said let's go take a look around.

  Ying Tianlong stood up and followed him inside, where he saw Qin Ming sitting on a chair panting heavily. A girl was standing opposite him. Ying Tianlong took a closer look and couldn't help but feel secretly astonished.

  The woman wore a fiery red dress, tall and slender, with a head of raven-black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. A small yellow flower was tucked behind her left ear. Her face was stunningly beautiful, with a pair of large eyes that shone with a fierce light, her eyebrows arched upwards, and a high nose bridge below which a small cherry mouth was pursed tightly shut. Her hands were on her hips, exuding an air of anger. She had a wild beauty about her, the kind that was poisonous, like a rose with thorns, and also the kind that wild men liked to conquer. But before conquering her, one had to weigh their own strength carefully, for it would take a great deal of effort to subdue such a woman. Violence alone would not suffice; one needed to bring out something that would make her believe in them.

  Ying Tianlong also knew that once a woman like this liked you, it was also a very frightening thing. She would spend her whole life with you and never change her mind.

  Ying Tianlong suddenly remembered Feng Qiuyu, who had a similar temperament, but was much more elegant than her.

  Lin Wei whispered to Xiang Tianlong, "Her name is Jiao Feng, also known as 'Flying Heaven Girl' Jiao Feng. She's exceptionally skilled in lightness kung fu and her martial arts skills are unfathomable. Old Eight isn't even a match for her."

  Jiao Feng's face was now filled with rage, and she glared at Qin Ming with a provocative gaze, saying sarcastically: "Qin Ming, you're also considered a man, what kind of 'thunder fire' are you? I think it's more like a firefly, get out of my sight immediately, just seeing you makes me angry."

  "Jiao Feng, don't be too smug, I've taken a liking to you, and this lifetime will be entwined with yours, how about that?"

  Jiao Feng sneered: "Then come on and try to take me down, if you can defeat me now, I'll go with you willingly and let you do whatever you want, how about that?"

  "Thunder Fire" Qin Ming gritted his teeth and stood up, swayed a bit and then sat back down with a pained expression.

  Jiao Feng continued to sneer: "What's wrong, are you afraid? If you can't do it, then get out of here."

  Qin Ming turned his head and saw Lao San Lin Wei and Lao Jiu Ying Tian Long, unaware of the evil energy that had suddenly appeared. He stood up abruptly, stretched his limbs, and suddenly jumped up with a loud whooshing sound, charging towards "Fei Tian Nu" Jiao Feng. Jiao Feng remained calm and composed, watching as Qin Ming's fists approached. With a slight sway of her body, she lifted her feet off the ground and flew into the air, landing on the table. Qin Ming's fists hit empty air, and he followed suit, jumping onto the table and throwing another punch. Jiao Feng leaned back, almost forming a straight line with her body. Qin Ming threw another empty punch, his body continuing to move forward, dodging past Jiao Feng's body. Just then, Jiao Feng suddenly straightened up and kicked out with one foot, landing squarely on "Pi Li Huo"'s crotch. Qin Ming let out a pained cry as he fell off the table, and Ying Tian Long quickly stepped forward to catch him. Qin Ming clutched at his lower body in agony, squatting on the ground as cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

  He secretly praised Tianlong, this woman not only had excellent lightness skills, but also extremely strong physical flexibility, grasping the angle just right, one foot flew out, using 50% of her strength, and didn't cripple Qin Ming, showing great mercy.

  Jiao Feng tossed her long hair, spinning around the table once, her bright red skirt flying open like a flash of red lightning, stunningly beautiful. She immediately stood up and provocatively looked at Ying Tianlong, saying: "Do you want to help dogs eat food?"

  Ying Tianlong replied, "Your lightness skill is impressive, but it still lacks something. The so-called lightness skill lies in its 'lightness' and 'stability'. According to the Northern History, at the Chan Ding Temple, a rope on the flagpole broke, and Shen Guang held the rope in his mouth, patted the pole and climbed up to the dragon's head. After finishing, he descended through the air, landing with his palm, and walked backwards for over ten steps. People called him the 'Flesh Flying Immortal'. Being able to be 'light' and 'stable' relies on having floating energy in the body. One can freely lift and lower their energy, rising several meters high, with a body as light as a feather, landing silently."

  Jiao Feng suddenly changed his arrogant and rude attitude, carefully looking at him.

  Ying Tianlong continued, "I just saw you bending over the table with your legs trembling slightly, unsteady center of gravity. A true lightness kung fu master can jump up and down like a flying leaf, and when walking on flat ground, his steps are quick and light, without stirring up any dust. As long as there is something underfoot to rely on, borrowing some slight supporting force, one can walk on it as if on flat ground. You can't do that."

  "Feitian Girl" Jiao Feng jumped down from the table with both hands clasped in a fist: "Hearing your words is better than reading books for ten years, please enlighten me."

  Ying Tianlong said that giving pointers was out of the question, a young lady's moves were so ruthless, it didn't conform to the principles of martial arts.

  "Thunder Fire" Qin Mingcai finally caught his breath, and with the support of his subordinates, he walked over, pointing at Jiao Feng and saying: "This is our Ninth Master, today you've met your match, it's still not too late to beg for mercy."

  Ying Tianlong waved his hand: "Lao Jiu has never hit a woman, Ba Ye, love requires mutual consent, and forcing someone is not the way to go, what do you think?"

  "Thunder Fire" Qin Ming was speechless and had nothing to say in response.

  Jiao Feng said: "So you're actually Jiuye Yingtian Long, impressive!"

  Xi Xi Mei also stood on one side watching Ying Tian Long, her face changing with many expressions.

  Lao Sanlin said to Tian Long, "Old Nine, Old Eight seems to be seriously injured. I'll send her back first. You stay here today, Alang will accompany you. Remember, every moment is precious."

  After finishing speaking, he supported Lao Ba and walked out.

  Ying Tianlong was a bit dazed, standing there at a loss. Jiao Feng also let out a cold laugh, casting him a glance, and curled her lip in disdain, clearly implying that he too was a dissolute libertine, useless.

  Alan walked up straightforwardly, grasped Ying Tianlong's arm intimately and said: "Husband, let's go."

  Ying Tianlong had no choice but to steel himself and follow Alan into the bar, where there was a row of small private rooms, over a dozen in total. Each room's door had a lantern hanging from it, some lit up while others were not. Alan whispered mysteriously, "The ones with lit lanterns mean there are customers inside, while the unlit ones don't."

  Through the brightly lit doorway, Ying Tianlong clearly heard the creaking sound of the bedboard and the woman's shrill cries and moans. Alan didn't stay here, but instead led Ying Tianlong to continue walking inside, turning a corner, where there was another beautiful hall, decorated with handmade sofas, tea tables, wine cabinets, and even artificial hills and water features, with flowing water. Alan told Ying Tianlong that the water flowing here was fresh water.

  Ying Tianlong picked up the clear water and took a few big gulps, feeling extremely refreshed. It was really refreshing, he hadn't had such a satisfying drink of water all day.

  Compared to outside, this place can be called a paradise on earth.

  A Lan said: "Only the big masters and the eight uncles can come in here, now you, the ninth uncle, have been added."

  As she spoke, her body leaned in closer.

  The woman's soft body exuded warmth and passion, as if she had seen Tian Long before. Her face turned bright red, but then she thought again, no, the play can't be performed like this, it has to be smashed. Since I've come, I'll make do with it. If this woman is not going to pass, even death won't bring peace. Taking a deep breath, she pretended to be passionate and took off her top, embracing Alan and kissing him wildly. Alan groaned and struggled, saying they hadn't arrived yet, what was the hurry?

  "Baby you're so beautiful, I couldn't control myself, really want to take you right here."

  Alan batted an eyelash: "How are you going to take me in?"

  Ying Tianlong's two hands grasped her waist and lifted her up: "Where is your house?"

  Alan's legs kicked frantically, her high heels flying off. She pointed to the third door inside, and Tian Long carried her over, kicking it open with one foot. Inside was a large bed, with a dresser beside it, and on the bed were scattered women's bras, panties, and other things, emitting a strong smell of **.

  "Take it off, take off your clothes."

  Alan was startled, how could this person be so fierce, his face flushed red, his body as strong as an ox, his chest muscles bulging, with many scars on his body, each scar a potentially shocking story. Although her heart was racing with tension, she liked men like him, heroic and powerful, not some pretty boy.

  Alan slowly took off all his clothes, a beautiful body unfolded before Ying Tianlong's eyes...

  In the next room, Li Jiao first looked at the living * with several others, a triumphant smile on his face.

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