Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"Come here again, Lao Tzu will kill the girl!" The little minion's hand strained, and blood suddenly seeped out from Ma Yuqing's white neck.

"You guy, what kind of ability is it to kidnap a woman?" Song Chengfeng walked to Ma Mingkui's side and shouted at the little minion.

This voice was infused with a lot of internal force, and instantly shook the little minion's brain to the point of dizziness, and the sickle in his hand fell to the ground with a "dang long" sound.

"Ha!" Ma Yuqing kicked his leg and kicked the minion's head with a toe, and immediately kicked him to the ground.

"Are you alright?" asked Ma Mingkui with concern.

"It's fine. Ma Yuqing said coldly, and then wiped the blood on his neck with his cuffs.

"It's nothing," Song Chengfeng said to Ma Mingkui. "I went to the school hospital to deal with it, and then I went to class, and when I have time, I can make an appointment with the playground or the rooftop. With that, he picked up his bag and ran out of everyone's field of vision quickly.

"Alas-" At this time, Ma Yuqing wanted to stop him in the back, but he only looked at his back farther and farther away.

"How's your neck injury?" asked her.

"It doesn't matter. Ma Yu said lightly.

That day, he was cut six or seven times on his body by the minions of the Red Scythe Society, but they were all skin injuries, not hurting his muscles and bones, and after resting for a week, Song Chengfeng could start exercising again.

"Brother Feng, how is your recovery?" In the afternoon, Ma Mingkui sent a message.

"It's already, I'm going to go to the playground tonight to exercise, thank you for the medicinal oil. Song Chengfeng replied by typing.

"You're welcome Brother Feng, then we'll see you at the playground at six o'clock tonight. Ma Mingkui replied.

It was almost five o'clock in the evening, and the sky outside was already full of sunset, and Song Chengfeng walked out of the library and came to the bustling playground.

There are a lot of people on the playground, a group of people playing football on the grass in the middle, many people are running on the plastic track around, and some family members and elderly people in the school are walking slowly.

Song Chengfeng ran more than ten laps, warmed his body, and then prepared to go to the railing on the side to stretch. At this time, I suddenly heard a very pleasant sound of the flute. He looked up and saw that no one was giving a. He leaned down and continued to stretch his body, but the sound of the flute kept lingering in his ears, making him unconsciously look up to see the owner of the flute.

"Brother Feng-" At this time, not far away, I saw the tall Ma Mingkui running over with dozens of young men of the Rong tribe.

Song Chengfeng bowed to them, and did not go to the owner of the flute for the time being.

"You're so good at kung fu, you have to teach us a good lesson today!" Ma Mingkui said with a smile.

"I conceded. Song Chengfeng gave in and led them to the open space on the side. At this time, the sound of the flute had also stopped abruptly. He put on a posture and compared with them, "Jiangbei Red Flame Boxing, according to legend, was founded by the Xiao family in Huaizhou in the past, founded by Xiao Chenghu, the Red Flame hero, eight hundred years ago, the boxing is fierce, pay attention to the bow horse, the pace is steady, the punch pays attention to the strength, pays attention to the breathing, often urges the force, and cheers with the voice!" A large chunk of it was blown away, and the green leaves of the tree fell down in a flutter.