Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

"Who! Who is it!"

The young man shouted angrily and turned his head to find out who dared to attack him.

The thugs also turned around menacingly, looking in the direction from which the "hidden weapon" had been thrown.

Chen Feng, holding several books, gave a shy smile and said, "Sorry, these books are mine."

That kind and shy smile made the thugs wonder—what's this kid here for? Is there some misunderstanding?

Then, amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Chen Feng squeezed into the encirclement of Yicheng Hall.

They wanted to take the copy of "Huangdi Neijing" back from the young man.

"Wrong one, wrong one, this one is more expensive..."

The young man nearly choked on his breath upon hearing this; it turned out the book had been thrown to the wrong person, not the wrong book.

"How dare you!"

The young man gripped the book tightly, his eyes wide with anger.

But Chen Feng was stronger, and he snatched the book back in one swift motion, frowning slightly.

"You idiot, I already said the book is mine, why don't you know how to return it?"

The young man was incredulous, pointing a finger at Chen Feng's nose, trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

Only when his face turned red did he finally shout angrily, "Break his legs!"

The thugs, belatedly realizing what was happening, lunged at Chen Feng with ruthless expressions.

"How dare you mock us! You're asking for it!"

For a moment, all the firepower was drawn to Chen Feng, and the people of Yichengtang forgot to attack Meng Zhiwei.

All he wanted to do was kill Chen Feng first.

"Quick! Go help him!" Meng Zhiwei's face paled, realizing that Chen Feng was being beaten by so many people and his life was in danger.

however.

Chen Feng grabbed the book in his hand and slapped it across the faces of the two thugs who were closest to him.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two more crisp sounds followed.

The two thugs didn't even get a chance to touch Chen Feng's clothes before they were slapped so hard they saw stars, their heads were spinning, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Then Chen Feng dodged the attacks of several thugs by sidestepping, and turned to look at the young man who had fallen to the ground.

youth:"!!!"

Seeing Chen Feng walking towards him, the young man hurriedly shouted, "Quick! Stop him!"

[To help those in need...]

[Experience +1000]

Chen Feng let out a "Oh ho!" and his eyes gleamed with surprise, not expecting such an unexpected delight.

then.

Ignoring the youths, he focused on dealing with the thugs, unleashing several "Power of Knowledge" attacks in succession.

Several thugs suffered facial swelling and temporary loss of consciousness.

As a Bone Forging Realm martial artist, dealing with these little Karami was incredibly easy for him.

It only took a few breaths.

Several burly men were lying down in front of the pastry shop.

Chen Feng's decisive and efficient fighting style made everyone wary of him, and they couldn't help but wonder if there was something hidden in the book.

Otherwise, how could it hurt even more than a slap?

"What? You want to get a slap in the face?"

Chen Feng coldly looked at the thugs of Yichengtang, patted the book he had just bought, as if worried that it would get dirty.

Meng Zhiwei and the others stared at Chen Feng in disbelief, their mouths slightly agape, forgetting to close them.

"You! Who are you?!"

The young man looked at Chen Feng in horror, realizing that this was a ruthless character, one that so many people couldn't defeat.

He must be a martial artist.

"You don't recognize me?"

Chen Feng frowned.

He's been a disciple of the Dragon Martial Arts Academy for so long, his reputation should have spread by now.

Yi Cheng Tang is, after all, a gang that can survive in the inner city, so its information network should be more efficient.

and many more......

Chen Feng suddenly remembered that when he was supposed to show up at the various forces in Pingcheng, Senior Brother Yao took him shopping instead.

Then, a few days later, he hurriedly went out to work as a bodyguard to earn money, and he basically never appeared in public.

Therefore, most of the forces in Pingcheng are now in power.

All that's known is that Zhou Bingzhong recently took on a personal disciple named Chen Feng, but what Chen Feng looks like...

do not know.

Well... Chen Feng was a little uninterested. He wanted to see everyone recognize his identity and be surprised.

In the end, we still have to rely on fists... oh no, on books. It's so boring.

Seeing Chen Feng so casual.

"Go to hell!"

The young man roared, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and pounced on Chen Feng.

He had already thrown away the folding fan, and instead clenched his fists, gathering all his strength.

In an instant, his blood and qi surged, revealing his Blood Refining Realm.

He's the strongest among them!

The young man had been observing for a long time, all for this opportunity to launch a sneak attack, determined to kill Chen Feng with one punch!

"Be careful!"

Meng Zhiwei shouted a reminder.

However......

"Hahaha! You'll pay the price for your arrogance!"

The young man gave a wicked laugh, his eyes seemingly already seeing Chen Feng coughing up blood and collapsing into the future.

His fist, dripping with blood, slammed towards Chen Feng.

Bang!

A loud bang.

Chen Feng held the book in one hand and gripped the young man's fist tightly with the other. The immense force of the impact caused the young man great pain, and his face contorted in agony.

"You...you're at the Bone Forging Realm!"

The young man's eyes revealed fear.

But Chen Feng wouldn't let him off so easily.

With a "click," it twisted.

The young man's wrist was bent in a horrifying position that defied the laws of human anatomy.

Then Chen Feng kicked out again.

The young man was sent flying backwards.

After letting out a scream in mid-air, he crashed heavily onto the thugs behind him. The immense momentum carried the group of people away like straw.

They all fell down in unison.

Upon witnessing this scene.

Meng Zhiwei and the others stood there stunned, and their words of reminder seemed somewhat superfluous.

"Aaaaaah!"

The young man clutched his bent wrist in agony, sweating profusely and his face turning deathly pale.

Not long after, he actually fainted from the pain!

The other thugs looked at Chen Feng with nothing but fear in their eyes.

They had clearly heard what their young master had just shouted; the person before them was actually a Bone Forging Realm martial artist!

A genius, a man of exceptional talent.

They were easily defeated.

The person in front of you is even younger than the young master!

Who exactly is this person?!

The thugs couldn't help but feel the urge to retreat, but they were also afraid that Chen Feng would continue to attack, as their group wouldn't be enough to defeat a Bone Forging Warrior.

Chen Feng's eyes swept over the thugs, and he shouted:

"Get out of here now!"

Only then did the thugs of Yichengtang help up the unconscious young man lying on the ground, and flee in panic as if avoiding Chen Feng as if he were a flood or a ferocious beast.

Before leaving, several thugs didn't forget to utter a threat: "You just wait!"

But in reality, he didn't even dare to ask Chen Feng's name before running away.

Chen Feng watched the thugs scatter and flee, then gently weighed the medical book in his hand, remarking that it felt just right.

Indeed, knowledge is power.

Knowledge combined with power yields even better results.

Meng Zhiwei watched the thugs escape far away in just a few breaths, her feelings complicated.

This is a problem that's giving them a huge headache.

But the young man in front of him easily solved the problem.

Judging from his appearance, he's probably not even twenty years old...

"Thank you for your help, sir."

Meng Zhiwei dared not be negligent, stepped forward to bow to Chen Feng, and inquired about Chen Feng's identity.

"I don't know how to address you, sir. Here is a gift of thanks; please accept it."

"No need. Meng Zhaowu and I are friends. It's just a small favor; there's no need to be so polite."

Chen Feng responded with a cupped-hand salute.

He wasn't there to make money; he just came to help out because he heard it was the Fuxing Chamber of Commerce.

So Chen Feng didn't linger. After responding, he hurriedly left with the book in his arms.

A glint flashed in Meng Zhiwei's eyes, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted slightly. For a moment, she forgot what to say.

She had no idea when her younger brother had met such a person.

After I calmed down...

Chen Feng had already disappeared into the crowd.