A filial son? Ling Fei nodded to him in terms of nature. It is good. If a prodigal son turns back and has great enlightenment, he will definitely have some psychological growth. This is worthy of recognition and is a plus point.

"He is doing boxing every day now, and the martial arts meeting is just one of them. He still has many games at the end of the martial arts meeting, and he will give money to every boxing. His mother's illness requires a lot of money and has been working hard all the time." Ah Jiudao.

"It's good to look back," Ling Fei said lightly, "What information is there?"

"It's probably all. His foundation is very clean and he doesn't have much information."

Ling Fei nodded, it would be better to have a clean foundation. These conditions combined with the possibility of this young man becoming a personal disciple in Ling Fei's heart reached 40%. Others need to be considered again. Talent and insight are something that Ling Fei values ​​extremely. It is impossible for a stupid disciple to learn his unique skills.

"Where is his address? Give it to me." Ling Fei said.

Ajiu reported a string of addresses and then said, "Young Master is going to see him?"

"Maybe."

Ling Fei drove around the road for a few times and finally drove to the place Ajiu said. This young man really likes him, so it's okay to see.

This is a secluded courtyard, far away from the city, there is a boy in the courtyard. In front of the boy was a huge rock, which was as big as a pair of people hugging each other. The boy held the huge rock with both hands, raised it up and down with all his hands, and actually used this method to exercise.

Ling Fei's car was parked in the distance, and his strong vision saw everything in his eyes. He frowned slightly, and he had a stupid way of training. However, for him at present, it seemed that this way was the only way to exercise, and he had never learned anything else.

Ling Fei thought about it and pushed open the car door and walked out of the car, and walked into the yard.

"Huh?" Tan Feiming turned his head when he heard the movement, "Who are you?"

Ling Fei leaned against the entrance door: "Do you usually exercise in this way?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Tan Feiming snorted coldly, "Who are you!"

Ling Fei said lightly: "Rely on this method to exercise, your chances of winning the championship in martial arts will be zero."

Tan Feiming stared at Ling Fei; "Do you know I participated in the martial arts meeting?"

"Attention." Ling Fei said.

"Hmph, I will win the championship. I have seen all those people and I have no ability."

"Arrogant." Ling Fei shook his head, "You will definitely lose if you think too high. It seems that I misread you."

"This is confidence!" Tan Feiming looked up, "Well, even if he is arrogant, what's the matter? What's the relationship with you?"

Ling Fei pinched his chin and nodded slightly: "Although he is arrogant, he is a bit like me. I'll give you a chance."

"For no reason, if there is nothing to do, get out and don't disturb me in exercise." Tan Feiming shouted. Only by winning the championship can heal his mother enough money.

"I will teach you a set of boxing skills later. If you can practice in these few days and get the runner-up with this, I can consider accepting you as your disciple." Ling Fei said lightly.

Tan Feiming was stunned and then laughed: "Who do you think you are? You even accept me as your disciple. Which onion are you? You are so arrogant."

Ling Fei stood up straight and walked into the yard: "Yes, I didn't show the corresponding ability, and with your personality, I won't become a disciple."

"Want to practice?" Tan Feiming sneered.

"Come on." Ling Fei stood in front of Tan Feiming, "If you ask me to take a step back, I will lose."

"Arrogant! Take the move!" Tan Feiming snorted and rushed towards Ling Fei. His attack was very simple, just relying on his own powerful strength to attack head-on, and he would not be fooled by others.

Ling Fei remained motionless. At the moment when Tan Feiming rushed over, he flicked his left hand and held Tan Feiming's wrist with his left hand. He turned his right shoulder to press against Tan Feiming's chest. He bent his body and used force to throw him out with the help of Tan Feiming's momentum.

Tan Feiming fell to the ground physically and mentally unstable. He was not convinced and rushed over again with a low roar. Ling Fei used the same trick again, and threw it to the other side. Tan Feiming continued to attack and launched a brute force attack. Ling Fei seemed to have drawn a circle on the spot, and he moved in the circle, but Tan Feiming did not even meet him once.

Tan Feiming was thrown out again. He gasped and stared at Ling Fei and yelled: "Don't you dare to fight me head-on if you have been doing this way!"

"Silly." Ling Fei said indifferently, "I know that this attack method does not work for me, but I have always used this method. If you were on the real battlefield, you had died a few hundred times, and those who are still flexible are not qualified to survive."

"What's the use of saying those nonsense? I'm so good at punching me in the front!" Tan Feiming shouted.

Ling Fei narrowed his eyes: "Okay, let's do it for you."

Tan Feiming sneered. He had never been afraid of anyone facing the fist head-on. He was born with divine power. No one who faced the fist head-on had a broken wrist.

Tan Feiming stepped on the meteor and rushed towards him, clenched his fist. The fist that looked small had a thunderous force. Ling Fei didn't even pose his posture. As the fist in front of him approached, he suddenly punched.

Bang!

With the two **s connected, Tan Feiming's face was still smiling, but when his fists were in contact, his face changed drastically, and a terrifying force came from his fists. He could not hold on, and his arm muscles swelled as if they were about to explode. He couldn't hold on in one breath, so he flew backwards.

With a bang, Tan Feiming hit the wall. He groaned, staring at Ling Fei in surprise. No one of the people he had fought against with him since childhood was defeated. Ling Fei not only did not lose, but instead beat him to the point of being unable to stand it.

"You, who are you!" Tan Feiming was surprised.

Ling Fei said lightly: "Now, are you qualified to accept you as your disciple?"

"..." Tan Feiming didn't say anything, of course he was qualified.

Ling Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "Remember one thing, the person who uses skills is not because he is not strong himself, but he can defeat you in the most labor-saving way. Don't think that the person who uses skills cannot defeat you in terms of strength, and he may defeat you countless times."

If Tan Feiming had definitely been disdainful before, but now Ling Fei defeated him in this way, which was very convincing.

"A person who has power but does not have any skills will definitely not go far." Ling Fei said, "At the beginning, I used less than one-tenth of the force, and I could still easily defeat you. What qualifications do you have to be arrogant?"

Tan Feiming gritted his teeth: "The king succeeds and the enemy defeats, everything you say is right."

"I don't hate arrogant people, but your arrogance needs to be qualified. If you don't have the bottom line, why should you be arrogant?" Ling Fei said indifferently.

"What do you want!" Tan Feiming raised his head.

"Before I came, I had 40% of the idea of ​​accepting you as a disciple, but now I only have 25% of them. You are not only arrogant but also unable to think." Ling Fei shook his head, "The only thing you can see is your natural ability to be born with divine power."

"But I'll give you a chance. If you can use this boxing technique to win the runner-up, I'll accept you as your disciple."
Chapter completed!