The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

"Dangdang..."

The bell rang.

Everyone ran to the South Courtyard and did everything slowly except eating.

Each medicine servant had a limited amount of food. Some people, relying on their strength, would eat more. If you were a little slower, you wouldn't even get leftovers.

Huang Feng and his companions arrived at the right time and stood in the middle of the line. Some people wanted to cut in line because they had learned a few moves after coming in a few days earlier.

Faced with this situation, Huang Feng would not tolerate them and simply pushed them away.

"Boy, you look unfamiliar. You must be new here."

"What's going on?" Huang Feng replied calmly.

"You want to cut in line? You can try!"

Ok?

Is the new guy so crazy?

He looked short and skinny like a monkey, but he was quite arrogant. He didn't look like Liu Xiong either.

In just a few days, Liu Xiong had gained some fame. He relied on his immense strength to fight with some medicine servants who had learned martial arts. It was said that he was quite powerful and that medicine servants of the first level of physical training could not beat him.

However, there is a clear rule here: no fighting during meals. Those who violate the rule will bear the consequences.

The man's eyes were cold and he said viciously, "Boy, you have guts! After dinner, I will wait for you in the martial arts training ground. Whoever doesn't come is a beast!"

"Okay!" Huang Feng looked calm as usual.

"You'd better remember this sentence and don't run away when the time comes!"

Made.

A little brat actually dared to bully him and speak harshly to him. He really didn't know that the Horse King has three eyes!

"Humph!"

The man snorted coldly, said no more, and went to cut in line with others.

After the people left, the four people behind Huang Feng complimented him, "Boss Huang is awesome!"

To be honest, they didn't dare to fight hard. Although the medicine servants couldn't kill each other in a fight, no one would help you vent your anger if you were beaten. Just like Liu Xiong, he was still lying on the ground, and no one cared about his body.

After a while, it was Huang Feng's turn.

A muscular middle-aged man with his upper body naked was distributing food and rice to everyone.

"New faces!"

"Huang Feng, huh? I heard Lao Cui mention you before. You are not afraid of trouble."

"Hey!"

"Fight him and let him know how powerful you are. Come to me later to get a bowl of Qi and Blood Soup. I'm counting on you!"

amount.

This middle-aged man should be Lao Hu. He should have seen the conflict between Huang Feng and Wang Lei.

Huang Feng whispered, "Give me two bowls of Qi and Blood Soup, and I will beat him to a pulp."

"Don't talk big, kid! Get out of here!"

Give this kid a taste of his own medicine and he dares to open a dyeing factory. Wang Lei's talent is not bad, he has already reached the peak of the first level of physical training. With his strength alone, he can easily defeat the skinny monkey in front of him.

Lao Hu handed over a wooden plate and sent Huang Feng away. To outsiders, Qi and Blood Soup was very valuable, but to Baicaotang, a bowl of Qi and Blood Soup was only a few coins. However, it was also limited, and he was able to give Huang Feng a bowl of Qi and Blood Soup because of Cui Meng's face.

Ah.

Huang Feng just said it casually. Since he failed to fool people, forget it. They found a corner with wooden plates and started eating.

The treatment is somewhat different.

Huang Feng's plate contained three large steamed buns, two meat buns, and a dish of pickled vegetables. The other four people's plates only contained three large steamed buns and a dish of pickled vegetables.

There is no doubt that there is discrimination. Huang Feng saw that some people had chicken legs on their plates, but he did not have any.

Practicing martial arts all day consumes a lot of physical energy. If you don't replenish your qi and blood, you will kill yourself sooner or later. This is why ordinary people can't practice martial arts. If you force yourself to practice martial arts, you won't be able to achieve anything.

He ate all the food on the plate in three or five bites, and was about 70% full. After walking a few more times, Huang Feng felt that he had digested a lot, so he came to Lao Hu.

"Boy, I've prepared it for you. If you haven't fought, you won't be able to get the Qi and Blood Soup tomorrow morning."

On the wooden table covered with flour, there was a bowl of red and black medicine soup. Without much hesitation, Huang Feng drank it all in one gulp. It was not as unpalatable as he had imagined, full of the taste of Chinese medicine, with a hint of sweetness, and it was indeed good.

"Thank you!"

Huang Feng put the bowl on the table, and Lao Hu waved his hand casually, not taking it to heart.

After a while, the drug took effect, Huang Feng felt extremely strong, his whole body was full of energy and blood, and all the fatigue in his body was swept away. Of course, this was an illusion caused by the increase of energy and blood.

Martial arts training ground.

This is a large flat area at the gate. Some places are filled with wooden stakes, which are used to practice footwork. Footwork is a part of martial arts and is extremely important. In the process of twisting and turning, you need to use exquisite skills. Sometimes, a tiny difference can make the difference between life and death.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky.

There was hot steam coming out of the stone slabs. At this time, everyone should have gone back to their rooms to rest or find a cool place.

at this time.

There were dozens of people standing in the martial arts training ground, all waiting to watch the show and join in the fun.

They heard that it was the new guy who provoked Wang Lei, but when they inquired, they found out that it was not Liu Xiong, but someone else. They also heard that Liu Xiong was beaten half to death by the new guy and didn't even make it to dinner today.

That was such a good show!

"I'm coming!"

Someone suddenly called out, and everyone left a path. When they looked closely, they were shocked. They thought it was a tall man, but unexpectedly, it was just a skinny boy.

Yes.

Huang Feng, he arrived as promised.

They were just a bunch of little brats. How could they scare him? He had experienced this many times. When he was young, people always told him: If you have the guts, don't run after school.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Lei said with a smile.

"How dare you come here? I underestimated you!"

Hearing this, Huang Feng said calmly: "What ability do you have? Can you scare me? I hope your ability is stronger than your words!"

"Humph!"

"I'm going to beat you half to death! Watch out!"

After saying that, Wang Lei waved his hands and rushed over in one step. His speed was so fast that Huang Feng was a little surprised. It seemed that people who practiced martial arts should not be underestimated.

Call ~

The punch was extremely fast, and the right punch was about to hit Huang Feng's forehead, but he narrowly avoided it. The left punch hit Huang Feng's abdomen, but was dodged again.

At this time, Wang Lei could no longer stop his body due to inertia, and he rushed forward with his steps a little messy.

It is reasonable to say that people who have practiced martial arts for many years should not have shaky steps, but the herbal servants of Baicaotang only practiced some killing moves and did not practice standing meditation. In just half a year, Cui Meng did not teach them standing meditation.

These medicine servants were quick-made products and cannon fodder. They consumed power and wasted time, so Baicaotang didn't have that much energy to spend on them. Moreover, when fighting to the death, there was usually only two or three moves.

good chance!

Seeing that Wang Lei was exhausted and his steps were unstable, Huang Feng was about to knock him over from behind.

Call ~

A strong wind came, and Huang Feng immediately lowered his body and narrowly avoided Wang Lei's turning whip fist.

What the hell!

Black hand!

So cunning! He actually has another trick. If this punch lands solidly, it will hit his temple directly. Needless to say, he fainted and fell to the ground.

Wang Lei didn't expect that the last punch didn't work and was dodged. At this time, his steps were really unstable, the old strength was gone, and the new strength had not yet been generated.

Whoosh!

Huang Feng took a step forward and thrust his shoulder forward.

"boom!"

The figure had been knocked to the ground by him, and Wang Lei was unable to speak, clutching his stomach. After a few breaths, he heard a "wow" and vomited out everything he had just eaten.

Hey!

Wang Lei was even worse off than Liu Xiong. At this time, Huang Feng's physical strength had already returned to its peak. This attack was extremely cruel. If he had used all his strength, Wang Lei might have died on the spot.

"Humph!"

"Are you still screaming?"

Huang Feng walked over and stepped on his face. At this time, Wang Lei could no longer say a word, holding his stomach and breathing heavily.

After a few breaths, Huang Feng heard no reply, so he raised his right foot and was about to kick him in the face.

"I won't dare to do it again! I won't dare to do it again! Forgive me, forgive me!"

At this moment, Wang Lei was really a little scared. If he was kicked hard, his face would be ruined. If he was kicked a few more times, his brain would probably be in trouble.

"From now on, your Qi and Blood Soup will belong to me! Do you disagree?"

hiss~

This newcomer is so bold that he actually wants to snatch Wang Lei’s Qi and Blood Soup.

Hearing this, Wang Lei did not speak for a long time. When he saw one leg raised, he quickly replied: "Okay, okay, I am not dissatisfied. From now on, all my Qi and Blood Soup will belong to you."

He only had half a month left, so the Qi and Blood Soup was simply given to him. If he had any injuries, he would most likely die after he went out.