"Who...are you?"

"An old Chinese medicine doctor who knows how to kill people."

Xiao Feng pulled his head away, and Yan Dao fell down with his dead eyes staring at him.

He turned his head and looked at Meng Wanshan: "It's your turn."

"You bastard!"

Meng Wanshan clenched his fists tightly, his eyelids twitching wildly: "Come together, chop him into mincemeat for me."

"Don't move!"

Xiao Feng's eyes were as cold as a knife, and murderous intent spread immediately.

"Whoever dares to take a step forward will suffer this."

He pointed at Yan Dao, who was dead on the ground, and immediately shocked everyone.

These strong men with machetes in their hands are not warriors, they are just outside thugs of the Shen family. They are not risking their lives.

"Come on, what are you doing standing still?"

Meng Wanshan yelled: "You useless trash, did I ask you to come to the show?"

"Master Meng, if you go ahead, come on."

Someone immediately refuted him: "We are all nobody, you are a master of the Shen family boxing gym, come on."

"You bastard, how dare you talk back?"

Meng Wanshan was so angry that he cursed, but he came with a mission.

If you fail, not only will your status be lost, but the owner of the museum will not let you go easily.

"You brat, I'll come and meet you soon."

Meng Wanshan immediately activated his Qi, and his two broad palms were like bear paws.

He kicked the ground with both feet, his body shot out in a straight line, and a palm went straight to Xiao Feng's heart.

'boom!'

Xiao Feng met him with a punch, and the two sides immediately exchanged fists and palms.

'Click rub rub...'

The opponent's palm was very strong, and Xiao Feng took four or five steps back before he could stand firm.

"go to hell!"

Meng Wanshan attacked again, slashing his palm straight towards his head.

Taking advantage of his strength, Xiao Feng used his grappling hand to throw him away.

‘Bang!’

Meng Wanshan crashed into the middle of the van, denting the entire vehicle.

"puff…"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he could get away, Xiao Feng hit his chest with his knee.

"Little beast, I want your life."

Meng Wanshan's sternum was broken, and his anger and pain drove him crazy.

He raised his palms and wanted to smash Xiao Feng's head, but Xiao Feng grabbed him tightly.

"Old beast, I will make your life worse than death first."

‘Click!’

"ah…"

There was a scream like a slaughtering pig, and Xiao Feng broke off his index finger forcefully.

But this was just the beginning. Then Xiao Feng broke off all Meng Wanshan's fingers one by one, and his two hands became deformed.

At this time, Meng Wanshan rolled his eyes and almost fainted from the pain.

All the men around him were stunned. It was too bloody and cruel.

One of the top five masters of the Shen Family Martial Arts School was actually tortured into a dog today. Where did this guy come from?

Xiao Feng tugged Meng Wanshan's hair and glanced at everyone coldly.

"Take the body away and clean it up."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

How dare these subordinates disobey and quickly clean up the scene.

Xiao Feng took Meng Wanshan and left in a van.

…

Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association, super large conference room.

Thousands of people gathered today, and almost everyone was talking about the newly appointed hall master.

The hall is divided into four groups, representing the four major halls of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, which can be seen clearly at a glance.

The hall master sat at the front, followed by the deputy hall master and chief disciple.

Except for Xiao Feng, the other three branch hall masters have all arrived.

"Master, have you heard?"

"Yan Hongfei's leg was broken and he may be disabled for life."

Yang Liuqing whispered.

"Well, I only found out today."

Leng Mufeng nodded: "The martial arts society has been uneasy recently. I don't know which master Yan Hongfei has offended."

"As far as I know, this is what Xiao Feng did."

"What?"

Leng Mufeng's face froze: "Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

Yang Liuqing whispered: "It was the news leaked by the disciples of the Electric Hall, saying that it was the new master of the Thunder Hall who did it. Isn't that Xiao Feng?"

"It seems...something is going to happen today."

Leng Mufeng turned around and glanced at Lingshan and Feng Yanhuo. The two were secretly plotting something, with murderous intent in their eyes.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Nanwu and the two inspectors from the Northern Martial Alliance walked into the venue together.

One is tall and the other is short. The tall one is called Shen Maoyi and the short one is called Gongsun Liang.

The three of them came to the front of the venue and sat down. Shen Maoyi asked with a smile: "President Yuan, I heard that the new leader of Lei Hall is a young man who is only twenty-two years old?"

"That's right!"

Yuan Nanwu nodded: "His name is Xiao Feng, he is a rare martial arts talent, and he is my new brother, Yuan Nanwu."

He immediately expressed his attitude, because this Shen Maoyi was also a member of the Shen family in Fengcheng and was Shen Longjiu's cousin.

"Oh I got it."

Shen Maoyi sneered: "I really want to see what extraordinary abilities this boy who killed my cousin has."

Gongsun Liang tried to smooth things over: "Master Shen, fighting between warriors will inevitably result in fighting. We are all members of the martial alliance, and harmony will bring wealth."

"snort!"

Shen Maoyi snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed out of the corner of his eyes.

The time has come, but Xiao Feng has been nowhere to be seen.

"President Yuan, today is the succession ceremony."

"What does it mean that the new hall leader has not come for a long time? He doesn't want to do it anymore?"

Shen Maoyi took advantage of the situation. According to the rules of the Wu League, if you are late for more than half an hour, you will automatically resign.

"Wait a little longer, Brother Xiao should be in trouble."

Yuan Nanwu was also a little anxious. He sent someone to call Xiao Feng, but he couldn't get through.

Twenty minutes later, Xiao Feng still didn't come.

The martial arts club members in the audience became restless and started talking in low voices.

"What are you doing? Where are the others?"

Yang Liuqing was a little anxious because she couldn't contact Xiao Feng.

Leng Mufeng frowned: "Maybe something happened. If he can't make it to the venue today, the position of the hall leader will belong to someone else."
To be continued...