Chapter 141

As soon as Chen Feng came in, he attracted the attention of most people in the museum.

Su Haoran even frowned. Looking at Chen Feng's flabby appearance, he didn't seem to be a warrior. Moreover, he was so young. How could such a person know Jin Lu'an?

"Do you know Jin Lu'an?" Su Haoran asked, although confused, but Su Haoran was not willing to lose etiquette.

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"What do you want from Jin Lu'an?" Su Haoran frowned.

"Fight." Chen Feng smiles and says.

Su Haoran's face darkened, looking for Jin Lu'an to fight? You are the God of longevity. You are impatient to live.

"Pooh"

Su Lingyu couldn't help laughing, and the flowers trembled.

"Brother, do you know who Jin Lu'an is?" Zhao Dong said with a black face. He suspected that Chen Feng had come to make trouble. He was not even a martial artist. He even wanted to fight with Jin Lu'an. Jin Lu'an was afraid that a finger could stab Chen Feng to death.

"Yes." Chen Feng smiles.

"You know a fart!" Zhao Dongbai took a look at Chen Feng and said: "little brother, to tell you the truth, Jin Lu'an is not something you can afford. If you are wise, you should leave our martial arts school quickly. Don't make trouble for us."

"I really came to fight with Jin Lu'an." Chen Feng can't help but smile bitterly. How can anyone believe the truth.

"Fight? It's almost as good to die. " Zhao Dong snorted coldly.

"Hello, uncle, are you a warrior?" At this time, Su Lingyu suddenly began to smile.

Uncle? Chen Feng touched his nose, some speechless, is he so old?

"Lingyu!" Su Haoran glared at Su Lingyu discontentedly. This little girl is really more and more open-minded. Can you disclose the affairs of martial arts to ordinary people?

Su Lingyu spat out her tongue and made a face at Chen Feng.

"What's the hatred between you and Jin Lu'an?" Su Haoran asked, he can see that Chen Feng is not aimless, but he does not understand that Chen Feng is not even a martial artist. How did he offend Jin Lu'an.

"There are some grudges."

"Do you have to report?" Su Haoran raised his eyebrows.

"You have to report it!" Chen Feng is determined.

Su Haoran sighed and said, "little friend, listen to my advice and leave our martial arts school. Jin Lu'an is not something you can afford."

"If you don't try, you can't afford it." Chen Feng said with a smile that Su Haoran's words were for his good, but Su Haoran seriously underestimated himself.

Su Haoran frowned. He was dissatisfied with Chen Feng. What he said was obvious. How could Chen Feng not listen to it.

"In that case, you can help yourself." Su Haoran tone slightly cold way, Chen Feng himself must find death, he can not stop.

"Good." Chen Feng smiles and walks aside.

And Zhao Dong and Feng Yuan began to warm up and prepare for the upcoming gambling fight.

No one called Chen Feng, and Chen Feng also took a rest and began to look at the facilities in the martial arts school. The training facilities of Haoran martial arts school are well prepared.

Practice pile, sandbag, bench press Wait, everything.

At this time, Chen Feng's eyes fell on a sandbag in the center of the martial arts school, saying it was a sandbag, but it was obviously out of the scope of sandbags.

Because the sandbag is not filled with sand, but iron sand.

Yes, iron sand.

Nearly two meters high, as thick as a bucket, sandbags filled with iron sand.

The light is hanging there, it gives people a sense of weight.

Most of the ordinary sandbags nearby are 10 kg, 20 kg and 30 kg. These ordinary sandbags are for the students of the foreign library to practice.

There are also some sandbags of 50 kg and 80 kg, which are used by martial arts practitioners.

However, the iron sand bag in front of Chen Feng seems to weigh 500 kg. It is difficult for ordinary people with strong martial arts to shake it, let alone practice it.

"Hello, uncle, what are you looking at?" At this time, a crisp voice sounded behind him. Without looking back, Chen Feng knew that it was the girl with the spirit of ancient spirit just now.

"Look at the sandbags." Chen Feng light road, this kind of iron sand sandbag, Chen family's martial arts museum also has, but Chen's iron sand sandbag is heavier than the present one, reaching 1000 kg.

Su Lingyu was speechless, rolled her eyes and said, "of course I know you are looking at sandbags."

"Know you still ask?" Chen Feng smiles and says.

Su Lingyu bit her silver teeth and said, "Hello, uncle, how do you talk?"

"What's the matter?" Chen Feng was shocked.

"Nothing!" Su Lingyu stamped her feet in anger. This guy is like a fool.

"Oh." Chen Feng should a, and moved his eyes to the iron sand sandbag.

Seeing Chen Feng ignore himself, Su Lingyu suddenly gets angry. What's good about broken sandbags? Is there a girl to look at?No, we have to play a good trick on this fool! Su Lingyu was a little angry, and felt that she should punish Chen Feng's rudeness.

"Uncle, do you want to try the feel of this sandbag?" Su Lingyu's eyes turned and suddenly said.

"Well? How to try it? " Chen Feng stares at Su Lingyu's eyes and laughs.

Chen Feng was staring at her. Somehow, Su Lingyu suddenly felt guilty, but she was still positive: "try with your fist, uncle. You are just like playing ordinary sandbags. You can try to feel the iron sand bag by hitting the iron sand bag with all your strength."

"Is it?" Chen Feng in the eyes of more fun, this little Ni, even want to make fun of themselves, see their own clown. You know, this is an iron sand bag weighing 500 kg. Ordinary people will punch down with all their strength, at least their wrists will be twisted, and heavier fractures are possible.

After all, the sandbag is filled with iron sand. If you beat iron sand with meat fist, it is equivalent to beating steel with meat fist. Can ordinary people fight iron and steel without pain?

"Yes." Su Lingyu's a Book of true colors.

"Well, I'll try." Chen Feng smiles and says.

"Hee hee, come on, uncle." Su Lingyu grinned, and a smile of success appeared in her beautiful eyes. No accident, Chen Feng would cry out in pain and even hurt his wrist. At that time, if Chen Feng asks himself to send him to the hospital, he must refuse to let this guy make a good fool of himself.

Chen Feng went to the iron sand sandbag in front of, looked at his fist, ready to punch.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Chen Feng was standing, Su Lingyu stopped.

Chen Feng looks at Su Lingyu doubtfully, this little girl, what's the matter.

"Uncle, you're not standard."

Su Lingyu came up and "kind" helped Chen Feng correct his movements: "uncle, the sandbag is driven by the waist, so you have to tie the horse step first, then you can get the upper strength from the waist. You can't do it by standing directly like this."