Chapter 232: The feeling of being strong

Because in the ancient martial arts world, even the disciples of the genius martial family, at the age of seventeen or eighteen years old, at most the second or third level of cultivation, and often these genius disciples are just imaginary, there is no internal force accumulated by the pill. The combat power on the upper level is far from that of the older warriors.
The older you are, the higher your cultivation is possible in the ancient martial world, and the more sophisticated your combat experience and moves will be. Hong Botong was able to gain such a high reputation as "floating on water with light work" on the rivers and lakes by virtue of his acquired three-layer cultivation base. Not only is he light-hearted, but he also knows how to look at the situation. When he sees a warrior who is stronger than himself, he immediately flees, and once he is sure that the other party is not as good as himself, he will come forward and bully unceremoniously.
Moreover, by virtue of his unique trivial skill, Hong Botong often does some sneaky things, and takes on tasks like killers and kidnappings through the Internet, and lives much better than most warriors.
But, how can you not wet your shoes when you often walk by the river? Hong Botong never imagined that he had done so many dangerous activities, and was even spotted by relevant state departments, but would capsize in such a small kidnapping case. Moreover, it was planted in the hands of a young man like Lin Feng who seemed harmless to humans and animals.
"Cough cough cough... I... I... why... can't... breathe..."
His eyes widened in horror, and his eyeballs were protruding. Hong Botong just didn't understand what the "phlegm" was in the dialogue between Lin Feng and Wang Zhong? But now, he has experienced it firsthand. The sputum stuck in his throat so tightly blocked his breathing trachea, making him unable to breathe at all. His face was instantly pale, and he kept coughing hard, trying to spit out the sputum.
And Wang Zhong, who had the same experience, looked at Lin Feng in horror at this time, pointed at him, and tremblingly shouted: "What kind of evil is this? Is it the Dafa of attracting stars? The phlegm in the body can be controlled!"
Hearing Wang Zhong's words, Hong Bo thoroughly believed that he had become so uncomfortable now that he was about to suffocate, and it was really caused by Lin Feng. However, Hong Botong had never seen Lin Feng make a move. He didn't even know how Lin Feng made a move, and the look at Lin Feng suddenly became terrified.
"What do I use! Does it have anything to do with you? Now, you only need to know that I want to kill you... Hey! It's just a momentary thing..."
There are only two warriors, and Lin Feng’s spiritual sense is completely hoarded, so he looked at Wang Zhong without fear, and smiled,
Before you were at the beauty club of Tongtong’s beauty for women, you have a deep inner strength, and you have the ability to spit out sputum. Come out. Now, I think you don’t have the ability..."
With that, Lin Feng's spiritual consciousness moved, and his water control abilities began to work again. The strong man Wang Zhong immediately pinched his neck, his face was pale and he couldn't breathe.
"Ahem... Hero... Forgive... Forgive me..."
Last time, because Lin Feng had already left, the sputum was not controlled, it was just blocked in Wang Zhong's throat, and he could force the sputum out relatively easily through internal force. But this time, Lin Feng was using his spiritual sense to control it. Even if Wang Zhong exhausted his entire body, he couldn't cough up the sputum from his throat. Therefore, he could only kneel on the ground, suffering incomparably, and his stern gaze had originally been revealed, but now it has completely turned into a desire to survive and a pleading for Lin Feng.
"Spare...help...cough...help me..."
Because of the lack of oxygen, Hong Botong, who had already begun to roll his eyes and be dizzy, also tried his best, almost climbed from the ground to Lin Feng's front, extended his arm towards Lin Feng, begging for mercy.
Wang Zhong and Hong Botong were masters on the third and fourth floors of Guwu Houtian respectively. In the rivers and lakes, they are also regarded as small and famous existences. Wang Zhong is known as "Iron Palm" and Hong Botong is known as "Qinggong on Water." Take the Tengu Gang, the largest gang in Chi'an City. Yan Haonan, the leader of the Tengu Gang, was only on the first floor after tomorrow. When he saw Wang Zhong and Hong Botong, he would respectfully call seniors.
However, these two people are now lying in front of Lin Feng like dogs, begging for mercy in pain. There is no demeanor and dignity of a martial arts master. If they could not even breathe now, they would definitely say a lot of soft and begging words to Lin Feng.
This is the first time that Lin Feng has used the ability to control water to deal with two warriors at the same time. Although it is a bit difficult, he still can control it completely.
However, Lin Feng did not really intend to kill these two warriors. In the past eighteen years, Lin Feng, let alone murder, even if he has never killed a chicken, how dare to kill? Although Lin Feng felt that these two men did a lot of evil, even if they killed them, they would still be dead. However, Lin Feng's mentality and mentality was still an ordinary high school student, and said that he wanted to kill them, only to frighten him.
Lin Feng's purpose is very simple. He just wants to get as much news about Huaxia Guwu from the mouths of these two gangsters, and even wants to find out if Huaxia now has cultivation skills other than himself. By. These are the fundamental reasons why Lin Feng has been tracking Wang Zhong to come to this abandoned factory by mistake.
Because of questioning, Lin Feng temporarily withdrew the phlegm in their bodies, and then smiled confidently and said,
It’s not impossible to ask me to forgive you! But it just depends on you... Obedient..."
"Listen...Young hero! Hero! Whatever you say...We must be obedient~EbookFREE.me~Please...Don't let that phlegm stop our throats again... "
The frightened Wang Zhong is still very aware of current affairs. He has fully and deeply felt the horror of Lin Feng's strength, much stronger than any warrior he has ever contacted. It is a matter of minutes to kill him, and what makes Wang Zhong feel more terrified is that he is not at all. Know how Lin Feng shot him.
"Little Xia, spare your life! I... We have no eyes to know Taishan, and we offended Young Xia! If you ask Young Xia as a fart, let us go! Young Xia, what do you say... What are we... "
Hong Botong, who took a sigh of relief, also saw the situation clearly. Now Lin Feng, in front of him, where is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy! It's a terrifying of death!
"Okay! Then I ask you two, are you martial artists practicing ancient martial arts? What are the differences in your cultivation? Also, why are you here in Zhi'an City?"
Lin Feng asked them several questions in a row, and squinted his eyes. He really enjoyed the feeling of being scared and awed by others. This... is the feeling of being a strong man!