In order to hear Leng Yan call him Brother Feng, Sima Chaofeng doesn't plan to defend passively. He also happened to want to see how good the female apprentice taught by the master is.

When he usually fights with others, Sima Chaofeng likes to mix the skills he knows together and use them. Now, according to the cold and beautiful requirements, he can only use this kind of adapted Tai Chi martial art, and the battle is inevitably not as smooth as usual.

However, they are also descendants of this adapted version of Tai Chi. Sima Chaofeng thinks he will not be inferior to Leng Yan, so although it is a bit unpleasant, he really does not use other skills according to Leng Yan's requirements.

Leng Yan was secretly happy in her heart. She had a greater chance of winning in this competition. Even if Sima Chaofeng had an advantage over him in this adapted version of Tai Chi, he still had a chance of winning. He had promised that he would only use this kind of skill.

Sima Chaofeng didn't know what Leng Yan was thinking. If he had known, he would have called himself a fool and was fooled by her.

After a while of fighting, Leng Yan and Sima Chaofeng were incompatible, and no one could do anything to each other.

Sima Chaofeng was not in a hurry either. He let Leng Yan tie with him now. If he defeated her too quickly, she would definitely not feel happy even if she admits losing. He would practice with her first. Anyway, the victory is in his own hands, so there is no need to worry.

Leng Yan played for a while and found that Sima Chaofeng, who used this adapted version of Tai Chi, was much more skillful than himself. It seemed that he was still doing this trick right.

With an undetectable smile on the corner of his mouth, Leng Yan began to change his moves.

"Hey, hey, hey, I said junior sister, you are not kind, you have agreed to use the adaptation of Tai Chi taught by the master. Why do you use other skills to read the full text of Fushuang!"

"Hehe, I mean you can only use this kind of kung fu, and I didn't say that I was not allowed to use other kung fu."

Leng Yan raised her eyebrows and looked a little proud. She looked at Sima Chaofeng with a playful smile on her face. Sima Chaofeng is usually very smart. Unexpectedly, he jumped in after digging a small hole in the language. Now, it’s not difficult for him to win this competition.

Sima Chaofeng looked frustrated, as if he had really suffered a great loss.

His appearance almost made Leng Yan laugh out loud.

Leng Yan began to use the fighting skills she learned in a school that specializes in cultivating the world's top killers and bodyguards to deal with Sima Chaofeng.

Sima Chaofeng's eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, Leng Yan would have so many skills. It seemed that her moves were specially trained. She was getting closer and closer to revealing the mystery of her true identity.

I wanted Leng Yan to lose less ugly, but Sima Chaofeng did not compete with Leng Yan very seriously since the beginning of the competition, and retained most of his strength.

Leng Yan was still unaware of these things, and was happy that she was about to defeat Sima Chaofeng. Her title of the Overlord Flower in the Bodyguard World is not a big deal, and she immediately let him know how fierce he is.

Sima Chaofeng began to take this competition seriously. It is not as simple as he imagined to defeat Leng Yan. Unexpectedly, the girl still has so many miscellaneous martial arts skills.

Another fist came and went, and the cold and beautiful woman was still unable to withstand Sima Chaofeng, and she began to feel a little dissatisfied.

How could it be that he used this kind of kung fu, why could he not attack him?

Each martial art has its own strengths and weaknesses. Although this adapted version of Tai Chi makes up for many shortcomings of traditional Tai Chi, it is not perfect.

What surprised Leng Yan was that after playing for so long, Sima Chaofeng did not expose his weak defense. His crazy attacks on his side showed flaws several times.

Suddenly, Sima fried noodles smiled, "Look at your voice today, Brother Feng, you're the one who's done!"

"Don't be too proud too early, beat me first!"

With the help of his own conspiracy, Leng Yan doesn't believe that all his kung fu can't beat this guy in combination.

Things often develop in the opposite direction expected. Leng Yan thought she was sure to defeat Sima Chaofeng, but found that Sima Chaofeng played the adapted Tai Chi to the fullest, the offensive became more and more fierce, and the defense was also very good. Gradually, she was at a disadvantage.

Leng Yan made another palm knife toward Sima Chaofeng. This move was quick and sharp, fast and accurate, and would never drag on the mud.

When he was talking, Sima Chaofeng's figure flashed slightly, and at the same time, his hands circled an S-shaped line along the cold-striking arm, and then he gently pulled it and hooked the soles of his feet.

Leng Yan was caught off guard and staggered forward.

When her body was halfway through tilt, she had lost her balance, a pair of powerful hands behind her grabbed her, and she turned back.

Before she could react, Leng Yan was pulled into her arms by Sima Chaofeng and looked up at his face.

When he realized it, Leng Yan reached out and was about to push Sima Chaofeng away, and then she found that her hands had been fixed on her chest by Sima Chaofeng.

Sima Chaofeng found another opportunity to take advantage. His big hands wrapped the cold and beautiful pair of tender gloves and pressed against her breasts.

Leng Yan struggled to pull her hands out of Sima Chaofeng's hand, which allowed Sima Chaofeng to find a legitimate reason for attacking her chest Tiankun.

He grabbed her hand and placed it on her chest.

Leng Yan stared at her eyes wide. She was really anxious. When did the boy touch her breasts?

While angry, Sima Chaofeng touched the pair of plump and soft mountains with the back of his hand, which gave him a cold and numb feeling.

Leng Yan's face turned red and she didn't dare to struggle hard. The more she struggled, the more she fixed her hands, the stronger the feeling of squeezing her chest.

She was ashamed and angry as her frown eyebrows, her eyes were as big as a copper bell.

"You hooligan let me go!"

Seeing Leng Yan's skin turned red when she was angry and her face was blushing, Sima Chaofeng couldn't help staring at her pretty face. The beauty, she didn't know how to communicate. Now, when she was observing her every frown and anger at such a close distance, she found that the cold beauty was so tempting when she got angry.

"I am your senior brother, when will I become a hooligan?"

Leng Yan didn't dare to struggle, but she said angrily, "We are all like this, why are you not a hooligan yet!"

"Oh, where are we?"

This girl said so ambiguously, that was not a defilement of her reputation, but just hugged her and touched her little hands, as if she had really put her on the spot to rectify her.

Sima Chaofeng muttered in his heart, but his face was filled with a smile on his face, blushing and glaring.

"Let me go quickly, it's so bad that people can see!"

Leng Yan didn't think about this more ambiguous sentence.

"Ahem, if no one saw me, I could continue to maintain this position?"

Sima Chaofeng seemed to have found a treasure. Leng Yan wanted to surrender but said such a seductive word. If Sima Chaofeng hadn't known that she was a serious person, those who didn't know that she would have thought she was seducing him!

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