Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"The president is going to beat him!" the members sweated anxiously.

"It seems that I can't hide from it. Ye Zhonghao knew that he was now in a backward posture in the air, unable to dodge, so he kicked straight towards the back of his body, just colliding with Song Chengfeng's fist.

"Kick back in the air!" the members shouted excitedly. This kick in the air is the most powerful move in the Wind God Leg Method, if ordinary people are hit by Ye Zhonghao's leg, they will inevitably almost vomit blood and die.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and Ye Zhonghao did two somersaults forward, and then landed smoothly. Song Chengfeng stood still with his feet and slid backwards several meters away, leaving two deep marks on the grass.

"How could it be?" The members of the club were stunned for a moment, this Song Chengfeng was able to catch the president's trick with his bare hands, and he was so light and unscathed! It seems that this person's skill is really unfathomable!

"Your martial arts are really good," Ye Zhonghao stood up and walked towards him, "Last time I was in the playground, I only had a slight discussion, and today I have to see the real kung fu." "

"It's not really kung fu, it's only three moves, what level can you see?" Song Chengfeng replied.

"I, Ye Zhonghao, have always fought with people within two moves, but with you three moves, you are amazing," Ye Zhonghao stood in front of him, looked into his eyes and said, "You are welcome to come to the gym." "

"Then are we qualified to cooperate with your society?" Song Chengfeng asked.

"I'll hear about it later, but at the moment I need to deal with the injuries of my members. Ye Zhonghao said, and walked to the training hall.

"I hit the wound, so naturally I came to heal it. Song Chengfeng walked up first, helped those members straighten their bones, continued to break their legs and arms, and took out the medicinal oil he carried with him to wipe them.

"Brother Chengfeng's martial virtues are noble, I admire them. Ye Zhonghao clasped his fists and saluted him.

Randomly, the members of the house also bowed to him.

"I conceded. Song Chengfeng said with a fist in return.

"Today's things are not bad," on the way back, Feng Zhiruo smiled at him from time to time, "It's thanks to you, I didn't expect you to get such a hard bone to chew." "

"Hehe, it's nothing, although some people who practice martial arts have strange tempers, they are not completely unreasonable. Song Chengfeng said.

"Alas, are your hands okay?" Feng Zhiruo suddenly looked at his hands at this time, as if he was frightened.

"Oh, it's fine. Song Chengfeng looked down and saw that his right fist had turned purple, and there were several abrasions, which had already scabbed. This should have been done when Fang Cai collided with Ye Zhonghao's kick in the air, although his Song Chengfeng's iron fist was extremely powerful, but Ye Zhonghao's leg technique was not something that ordinary people could match.

"This is very serious!" Feng Zhiruo couldn't help but say, grabbed his big fist, took out a small emerald green bottle from his bag, poured out some crystal clear paste, and applied it to the back of his hand. Her little hand was very soft and caressing the back of his hand, a cool feeling.

"How's it going, do you feel better?" Feng Zhiruo asked him as she applied it carefully.

"Well, I feel much better, thank you!" Song Chengfeng scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said.