There's something wrong with me

Chapter 114 [Ghost Zhang Feng]!
In a blink of an eye.

Four years and nine months.

early summer.

There is a restaurant in a town on the border.

Locals often come here to eat, and have seen the owner of the store, a thin man in his thirties.

The Hong Kong cuisine is very authentic.

"Boss Zhang, give me a bowl of lo mein, Xiangjiang!"

When local Hong Kong guests come here, they skillfully order food.

That bowl of food really tastes like home, leaving them with an unforgettable aftertaste.

"Wait."

Zhang Feng was in the back kitchen, separated from the front hall by a tattered curtain.

A few minutes later, the chef quickly prepared a bowl of fragrant noodles.

Zhang Feng hadn't called the waiter in to serve the noodles yet.

The Hong Kong guest stood up and walked towards the kitchen, opened the curtain, and looked at the thin Zhang Feng.
"Oh my god! Big Boss Zhang, the fragrance spreads ten miles away!"

"Don't come over here, go out and wait." Zhang Feng kept his eyes on the dish, and as a finishing touch, he poured his special chili sauce on it, "You came in just to take my chili sauce, don't think I don't know.

What do I do?
The Three Provinces Special Task Force is inspecting the Governor, didn’t I tell you about that? "

"Haha..." After being exposed, the guest laughed and sat back down.

And he completely distrusted Zhang Feng's position as governor of three provinces.

At the same time, Zhang Feng called out, "Old Wu, come over and serve the food."

"Here I come..." Old Wu was the young driver back then.

He is now a clerk in the store and has never been back.

His master had not gone back either and was currently playing chess with an old man outside the store.

A few years ago, their payment for goods was directly paid back to the factory.

The truck was their own, and they sold it decisively a few years ago.

Because four and a half years ago, they brought Zhang Feng here.

Zhang Feng went out for a few days and brought back four million in cash.

It is called a legacy from a good friend.

after that.

Zhang Feng opened such a small restaurant and gave each of them more than one million yuan to let them work here.

As for who Zhang Feng's friends were, they didn't ask.

But a few days later, they learned that a group of border bandits were killed overnight.

However, they didn't think about it this way.

The local police also judged it to be a fight between criminal gangs.

Also within these four years and nine months.

Zhang Feng has also been hiding his strength and keeping a low profile for a long time.

Or maybe there's an element of revenge involved.

Hatred took root in my heart, anger whipped my mind, and the thought of revenge lingered in my eyes.

This made Zhang Feng practice again and again.

then.

Zhang Feng felt that time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, four years and nine months had passed.

And now.

Zhang Feng also made some inquiries in the past few years and found out the addresses of the two people's martial arts schools.

After all, the other party is a celebrity, so it is easier to find out.

Then if we have information, we will have a specific way to find their address.

They opened a chain martial arts gym with so many owners, so there must be someone who is their confidant and knows where they live.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng also took off the apron that had been with him for four years, and then looked at the kitchen wall.

There is a row of hooks over there for hanging things.

The innermost hook is the legendary captain's hat.

"In the previous world, as well as in the real world, I have a foundation of internal strength, which made it easy for me to get started and achieve a significant improvement in my physical fitness within a few years."

Zhang Feng took off his captain's hat and looked at his physique.

【120】

Among them, internal strength, transformation strength, and martial arts, while maintaining their respective frequencies of practice, achieved rapid progress together.

But to be honest, the internal force is still a little slow, and now accounts for only about 35 points.

However, I will practice again in the next three months, and practice for another three months in reality.

Zhang Feng can achieve progress at the same frequency.

If it is the same frequency, then the current physical condition should be 125 or above.

Of course, if another half a year passes, other training methods will also be relatively improved.

Simultaneously.

Zhang Feng also used visualization to look at his chest and back.

I acquired a martial arts technique more than four years ago, which is the torso type of hard qigong. After removing the duplication, there are thirty-four meridians.

Now I have an effective overclock of about 33%!
The next second, after quickly organizing the knowledge gained in the past four years.

Zhang Feng lifted the tattered curtain and looked inside the store.

At this moment, the guests had finished their meal and left, so it was quiet.

Zhang Feng also looked at the two drivers and said, "I'll hand over the store to you, and I'll leave the payment to you. Also, it's best not to go back within the next three months."

The payment for the goods is the remaining amount out of five million.

Including the two of them, they did not go back in the past few years, but instead brought their families here.

This is also why Zhang Feng was afraid of his two enemies. If they found out that he was not dead, they would investigate his factory and find out that the two drivers had taken him there. Then things would become complicated.

That's why he gave them a large sum of money at the beginning to keep them.

It is a disguised way of protecting them and also reducing my own trivial matters.

I can't let others help me and then I end up hurting them.

Looking at the murderous madness of that young man, it seems pretty certain that he will kill both drivers.

"Boss, are you going out?" The two drivers didn't know much and were curious about where Zhang Feng was going.

Zhang Feng pointed at the TV and said, "You might know after a while."

……

Huhu~
Zhang Feng boarded the plane here.

I have an ID card, which I paid for, but my name has been changed to Zhang Youfa.

The appearance has not changed.

However, this "real or fake ID card" means that when you go back, you can take a plane quickly and conveniently without having to smuggle or transfer to other means.

Elsewhere, this ID card is of little use.

Because when the fight starts and it gets intense, it won't matter whether you have an ID card or not.

Waiting to get off the plane.

Return to Daxia.

After receiving some formal inquiries, Zhang Feng transferred to another flight and prepared to fly to "Mu City".

Over there, there is a martial arts school of 'Yu Shen Yu Ling'.

In the past few years, Zhang Feng not only checked their martial arts schools, but also checked their personal information. He learned Yu Shen's nickname and knew that he was a rising star in the martial arts world in the eyes of the public.

The other person was his half-master. There wasn't much information about him, only that his last name was Ling.

……

Get off the plane again.

Zhang Feng did not go to the martial arts gym immediately.

Instead, he found a hotel near the martial arts gym.

I asked for a room on the top floor facing southeast.

Zhang Feng was resting while looking towards the martial arts hall.

After resting for two days, I didn't see either Ling or Yu.

It seems that it is not so easy to sit back and wait for something to happen.

But it can also be considered as a way to nourish your spirit and adjust to the best state.

On the morning of the third day.

Maintain your condition to its peak.

Zhang Feng didn't wait and took a taxi directly to the three-story martial arts hall.

Looking from the outside, it covers an area of ​​more than 2,000 square meters, which is almost the same size as Hall No. 1 of its own base.

"Hello."

A student at the door saw Zhang Feng looking around the martial arts gym and also handed him a piece of information about the gym.

Zhang Feng took it, glanced at it, and saw that they were all landline numbers.

"I'll look for the owner of your museum."

Zhang Feng stopped looking at the materials and asked the students:

"Which floor is he on? And Yu Shen, does he come here sometimes?"

"The owner is not here now, but he may come at noon." The student looked Zhang Feng up and down and saw that Zhang Feng was not strong and did not look like a martial artist.

But he was wearing a shabby old hat, which was quite strange.

"Let me ask, what are you looking for Yu Shen for?"

"He owes me money." Zhang Feng looked inside the martial arts hall.

"What?" The student shook his head in amusement. "You're also a fan of Yu Shen, right? You say you owe him money, but you actually just want to hear about Yu Shen, right?"

The student laughed and said, "Brother, too many people are looking for Yu Shen. I have heard all kinds of reasons. Yours is too ordinary.

And don’t say you want to find him. I came here to practice martial arts because I saw the Yu Shen advertisement.

I've been training here for two years now, and I haven't seen Yu Shen yet."

"Then I'll go in and wait for the owner." Zhang Feng saw that he didn't know, so he didn't ask any more questions and went in first. "By the way, I'll take a look at the environment. I plan to register here."

"Brother! If you sign up, please mention me!" When the student heard that Zhang Feng was interested in signing up, he was very happy and said, "Come on, I'll show you around."

"Okay." Zhang Feng nodded and followed him into the martial arts hall.

As soon as you enter the door, you can smell some medicine.

Zhang Feng knew about it and had asked someone to buy a lot of clothes for him when he was at the border.

After a series of reverse calculations.

Zhang Feng knew that its strengthening effect was similar to that of the Huajin medicine prescription, except that it was an enhanced version of the medicinal properties.

In other words, reality is not easy to replicate because the medicinal properties of a single strain are not sufficient.

However, based on some medicinal properties and some instrument tests, Zhang Feng felt that it should be possible to cultivate it.

As for chemical instruments and the like, drug dealers have plenty of them.

And the process of memorizing this knowledge is not that difficult, because the medicinal properties of this prescription are indeed similar to those of the Huajin prescription.

But they are of the same origin and are enhanced versions.

Zhang Feng also came to this conclusion.

As long as these medicines can be cultivated in reality, even if they are weakened versions, it can also make the Huajin prescriptions in reality reach the level of the 'real prescriptions in the 3rd level Huajin world'.

For example, the current "normal warrior" in reality can only reach the "upper limit" of 30 physical fitness by taking the current prescription for Huajin.

But if it is researched, normal warriors can also reach 40 or 50.

The qualitative change of the drug's efficacy has increased, raising the "national big data level."

This is good stuff, you should copy it.

It would be best to get a more detailed prescription, as well as reports on medicinal properties, which would further shorten the research and development time.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng just followed the student and had no idea what he said along the way. He just thought about his own things.

"That's basically it." The student said something eloquent. After introducing the martial arts school, he asked, "When do you want to sign up?"

"Let's wait for the gym leader." Zhang Feng withdrew his thoughts and looked at the field twenty meters away, where there were students practicing martial arts and humming and laughing.

Looking at them, based on their exertion movements, they are basically around 15-20 physical fitness.

In front of them, a coach's physical fitness reached 32.

The other two coaches who are instructing the students have a physical fitness of 27 and 29 respectively.

At a glance, all they saw were Dong Qing and drug dealers.

But if they really fight, one-on-one, they probably won't be a match for those two people.

After all, he is a desperate criminal who lives on the edge of a knife, and every move he makes is a desperate one.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was observing their martial arts.

Fifteen miles away, the owner of this martial arts school was in a car, rushing towards this side.

He is in his forties with a buzz cut and a muscular body, which makes him look very strong to outsiders.

now.

He was half leaning on the back seat, eating a piece of medicine cake.

The prescription is the source of his strength.

Of course, we cannot deny that he has good talent, otherwise he would not have reached a physique of 55 at the age of !
"In half a month, the triennial martial arts competition will begin."

now.

While eating the medicine cake, he looked at the driver in the driving seat and said, "I heard from the people in the museum that you want to participate?"

"Yes, Master Meng!" the driver replied, looking ahead. "I heard there's a youth group for martial arts competitions, for those under 30, so I'd like to give it a try."

"If you want to try, go ahead." Master Meng said calmly, "Although your skills are not very high, they are pretty good.

After all, we are all ordinary people and cannot compare with the Yu Shen.

He is only 28 years old this year, but he is already much better than me and has surpassed us older generations.

It's probably only a matter of time before I catch up with Brother Ling, the headmaster of the Ling Pavilion."

"Yes!" When the driver heard the word "Yu Shen", he immediately said with excitement and longing: "How great would it be if I had half of Yu Shen's talent?"

"You can't envy someone's talent." When Master Meng heard his driver talking about other people's prestige, even his boss Yu Shen, he was a little unhappy for a moment.

"Besides, Yu Shen is not as powerful as you think."

"Huh?" the driver was puzzled. "Don't people online and in the martial arts community say that Master Yu is a rare talent, rare only once in a century?"

"Yes and no." Master Meng finished eating the medicine cake, took out a high-standard grip bar, and practiced in the car.

“You’ve been with me for six years, so let me tell you something inside.

You’ll understand once I’ve said it.”

Master Meng said this, sitting forward a little, "You know, our martial arts school is the "Ling family" chain, right?"

"I know, it's Uncle Ling's martial arts school," the driver exclaimed. "Uncle Ling was once number one in the martial arts world!"

"Look, you said it yourself, you were once number one." Master Meng shook his head slightly, "There are so many capable fighters in the martial arts world now, especially with the improvement of the medicine formula in recent years.

Now more and more young people can easily catch up with us older generations.

Your Uncle Ling lost his first place because he was overtaken.

After that, the reputation of the martial arts school will definitely be affected by losing the first position.

So Yu Shen was pushed out by him.

It can be said that the reason why Yu Shen has such a great reputation now is because of Brother Ling's promotion."

"Master Meng, what you're saying is..." the driver asked tentatively, "Maybe the Yu God isn't as powerful as I thought? Not as powerful as the rumors online?"

"It's definitely powerful." Master Meng realized that he had gone too far, and in order to prevent any bad words from spreading about him, he also said something smooth:

"If Yu Shen wasn't powerful, even if Brother Ling tried to build momentum, would he be able to rise?"

"That's right." The driver understood. "That means..."

"Don't be so equal." Master Meng interrupted the topic to prevent his vanity from getting the better of him and saying something bad again. "Practice hard and strive to get a small place in this martial arts competition.

God Yu, you will never catch up in your lifetime.

Because to you, and even to me, he is truly the God of Martial Arts!
We are destined to fall behind.”

While chatting, we arrived at the martial arts gym ahead.

Stop outside the martial arts hall.

Master Meng got out of the car and walked into the martial arts hall.

Seeing that there was no one at the door, the driver volunteered, holding a stack of flyers in his hand, and prepared to stand guard.

Simultaneously.

Inside the hall.

Zhang Feng was free and was watching the students practice martial arts.

However, the student who was showing Zhang Feng around suddenly said, "Brother, are you stealing the lessons?" when he saw Zhang Feng carefully observing the scene.

"..." Zhang Feng was stunned by the question. Did he learn these mediocre skills secretly?
Just when I was thinking about how to answer.

As the voices from the door came, "Hello, Master!" "Master Meng!" "Manager Meng!"

Zhang Feng looked at the door more than 30 meters away. A strong man with a crew cut who looked to be in his forties was walking in wearing leather shoes.

"Hello, Master Meng." Zhang Feng saw the real master coming and didn't want to pay attention to the student who said shocking things. Instead, he prepared to ask Yu Shen and that Ling.

When Master Meng saw Zhang Feng, he stopped and felt that Zhang Feng was a little familiar.

Then I thought, isn't this the person that Yu Shen asked me to find a year or two ago?

"Brother Ling said, find this person and find a way to shut him up and stop him from talking nonsense about Yu Shen outside."

Master Meng thought about it for a moment, and when he saw Zhang Feng approaching, he smiled warmly and said,

"Brother, if you have anything to say, just come to my office and talk."

As he said this, he seemed to be walking over normally, but in fact he wanted to capture Zhang Feng first, and then put his elbow around Zhang Feng's neck, so that even if Zhang Feng wanted to speak, he would be strangled to unconsciousness in an instant.

This is better than Zhang Feng shouting loudly in the restaurant, "I was buried alive by Yu Shen a few years ago!"

There is someone live streaming in front of the museum, which has a bad influence.

At the same time, when Master Meng walked towards Zhang Feng, he was also feeling very irritated.

'This person disappeared for several years and was thought to be dead. How come he suddenly appears now?
Still disgusting and come directly to me?

If anything happens, Brother Ling will never let me go...'

Master Meng also did some bad things for Yu Shen, or in other words, if he hadn't made a pledge, he wouldn't have been able to become the 'Master of the Ling's Branch' who made a fortune every day.

When Zhang Feng saw Master Meng coming towards him with a big laugh, he discovered that his palms and elbows were exerting force and were slightly raised.

This clearly looks like he's about to strangle himself.

Observe again.

There is now a distance of twelve meters between the two of them.

So Zhang Feng chose to strike first.

call-

The next moment, everyone only saw a figure flash by.

Zhang Feng put his arm around the dazed Master Meng.
"It's been a long time since we last met. Looking for a place to catch up?"

"I..." When Master Meng saw Zhang Feng coming towards him, his body trembled a little, because he could feel Zhang Feng gradually exerting force on his neck.

"I was subdued in one move! And I was subdued in one move from more than ten meters away!"

Master Meng felt incredible.

Because he had only seen such skills in Brother Ling!
This was once the 'number one in the world'.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

At the same time, the student who brought Zhang Feng in was also confused. "Why would I learn this skill if I have it? Is this guy kidding me?"

"Did he just pass by in the blink of an eye?" The students who were paying attention here were also stunned.

"I just saw it. He just took a single step over it!"

"Is this Qinggong?"

"I've seen it! Gym Master Ling has also used it, but from a greater distance!"

Everyone was discussing enthusiastically in amazement and looking at Zhang Feng and the other two.

And at this time, the person broadcasting the live broadcast also wanted to move the camera over here.

However, Zhang Feng turned his back to the camera to avoid alerting Yu Shen and the other person, which would make it difficult to find them.

As for the surveillance in the museum, Zhang Feng was wearing a captain's hat, which blocked it.

At this time, Master Meng, after being shocked, also wanted to fight back.

But when he was about to use his strength, he strangely discovered that his strength seemed to have been strangely removed.

"Let's go outside."

Zhang Feng took him out and prepared to leave first.

"Sure enough, only Master Meng can know such a master." When everyone saw that Zhang Feng seemed to know Master Meng and that Master Meng was also walking out, they did not doubt anything.

But in fact, Master Meng didn't want to take a step forward!
Because he knew that if he dared to go out, he would probably end up here today.

But he was horrified to find that he was now like a puppet, his body was completely out of his control, and he was subconsciously following Zhang Feng's steps!

Zhang Feng took a step, and he took a step.

'Is this some fucking witchcraft? Is he even human?'

Especially at this moment, he wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't speak.

My neck seemed to be anesthetized and I could only breathe from my lungs.

"Help me! Help me!" He wanted to ask for help, but he could only move his eyes and keep signaling to the driver at the door.

But the next second, he couldn't move his eyes anymore.

There was only a smile on his face.

Zhang Feng used his arms as a bridge and, through resonance, vibrated all his nerves and stimulated his facial nerves.

"Master Meng."

At the same time, Zhang Feng did not move his mouth, but through internal force and overclocking, as well as data research on body functions, he modulated the sound frequency, vibrated the auditory ossicles and cochlea, and simulated sound electrical energy.

"Don't worry, I just want to ask you something."

"Are you a god or a ghost..."

The owner of the museum was even more frightened when he heard the sound in his ears.

If Zhang Feng hadn't cut off his nerves, he would have peed his pants.

And wait until you get outside the door.

Zhang Feng took a quick look and when he didn't know where his car was, he gently strangled his neck again.

The next second, the owner couldn't help but turn his head, his vocal cords vibrating, his mouth opening and closing, and said to the driver at the door:
"Bring my car over here."

After saying this, which was obviously not what he wanted to say, the owner's mind suddenly collapsed.

'Did Brother Ling and God Yu offend ordinary people?
This is clearly a ghost! A real ghost!

(End of this chapter)