There were few people in the world who dared to say such swear words to those in the G.o.ddess Temple.

Or even if there were any crazy people who dared to say such things, did he have such strength as them?

However, there was a woman's soft voice from the phone in the strong man's hand. "Mr. Mobei, please believe me, how would I dare offend the Wolf Castle? The person I spoke of always wears a pair of sungla.s.ses. But once he takes off the sungla.s.ses in the sun, his eyes will turn red, and his strength and speed will multiply."

The super-strong man named Mobei was silent as his eyes completely turned blood red at this time. He was like a hungry male wolf in the light of a fire.

The woman on the other end of the phone continued to say, "And, after the man just takes off his sungla.s.ses, his eyes are white, which are different from the normal werewolves, so..."

"Bang... Bang!"

At this moment, Mobei kicked away the stove in front of him. Large pieces of charcoal were scattered in the hall of the castle and sizzled and burned on the stone floor.

"White pupils turn to red pupils. The man turns out to have a rare variant of blood."

Mobei began to breathe heavily. If someone saw his facial expression, he would find that Mobei was not only angry but also a little bit excited. "Tell me, where is the person you spoke of? What's his name?"

"He is in China, and his name is Luo Tengfei," the person on the other end of the phone said. "He is now in Donghai, China, and I have heard that he is a member of the superpower Netherworld of the Western underground world, and one of the nine soul-reaper messengers."

"Well, I know. If the information you provided is true, I will reward the G.o.ddess Temple." After saying this, Mobei hurriedly hung up the phone, and then rushed to the top of the castle like a wolf and shouted, "Over here, let's have a meeting."

The next day, Liu Feng habitually got up early to practice, but he found that Yang s.h.i.+wen was even earlier than him.

In the backyard of the Yang family, Yang s.h.i.+wen practiced what Liu Feng had taught her. Her serious expression showed an otherworldly beauty. Although it had become cold out, Yang s.h.i.+wen only wore thin sportswear. When waving her fists, she looked really hot.

Especially when she threw snap fists, the shaking of her fists would naturally lead her full bust to bounce, and her long silky hair also danced with her movements. She was like a fairy that fell from the sky.

"b.u.mp, b.u.mp, b.u.mp!"

After practicing for a while, Yang s.h.i.+wen continued to perform snap fists, slip chop fists, and swing whips.

While her punches switched back and forth, she could make clear sounds, which showed that she had made progress.

After completing the moves, Yang s.h.i.+wen slammed her hands together and pouted. "I still haven't reached such a degree of force that reaches the fingertips, and the moves are not stable if I do them fast. Why? When will I be able to reach the level of Brother Feng?"

"Because you haven't mastered the skills of practicing and using martial arts."

Liu Feng walked behind Yang s.h.i.+wen, and slightly held her wrists.

Having her wrists grabbed by Liu Feng and feeling the warmth from his palms, Yang s.h.i.+wen's body shook a little, and she asked weakly, "What is the skill?"

"Do this."

Liu Feng raised his hands, pulling Yang s.h.i.+wen's hands onto his chest. Looking as if he was hugging her, Liu Feng said in her ear, "Stand with the three-pile method and remember it. If you want to use martial arts, don't think about how the body moves, but rely on your head to lead."

During the conversation, Liu Feng gently touched Yang s.h.i.+wen's little head with his nose.

Yang s.h.i.+wen slightly moved her head forward, and instinctively took steps in front of her. And then her move with the left hand behind and the right hand in front was changed without Liu Feng leading her.

"Ah!"

Yang s.h.i.+wen discovered the key points at once, but she didn't seem to catch on.

At this time, Liu Feng withdrew his hands, and held onto Yang s.h.i.+wen's slim waist. "When you want to turn around, in addition to leading with your head, turn your waist first, and your body will naturally move."

During the speech, Liu Feng used his hands slightly, and led Yang s.h.i.+wen to turn left, and then she moved her feet. Her upper body completed the turn under the lead of her head.

"I see."

At this moment, Yang s.h.i.+wen seemed to have deeper understanding. "This is like the hands turning in the Eight Diagrams Palm that you taught me. The head leads, the waist controls the body, and the ankles make the force."

"Smart."

Liu Feng generously praised Yang s.h.i.+wen. "After you have mastered the skills of head-leading and waist-controlling, and have practiced standing and palms-turning more, you will soon reach the level of strength entering your fingertips. This is known as 'when conditions are ripe, success will come'."

"Please give me more instructions. You must have more skills," Yang s.h.i.+wen said.

"OK, do this."

Liu Feng pushed Yang s.h.i.+wen's left foot forward with a toe, and then held her shoulders with his hands and leaned to the right.

Following the strength of Liu Feng, Miss Yang came up with a movement of stepping sideways.

"Hold on and shake your shoulders with your left arm and punch forward with all your strength."

With Liu Feng's careful instruction, Yang s.h.i.+wen's movements were extremely standard. As she performed a chop fist, a faintly discernible sound in the air could be heard.

When Yang s.h.i.+wen finished the chop fist, she flicked her fist suddenly and her five thin fingers quickly spread out. At this moment, a very slight squeaking sound could be heard at her fingertips.

"What?"

Liu Feng was surprised because Yang s.h.i.+wen's snap had reached a level of strength of entering the fingertips and impacting her blood.

"Oh yeah! Brother Feng, I felt it."

At the same time, Yang s.h.i.+wen excitedly screamed, "Brother Feng, although you are usually a rogue, you're really good at teaching others to practice martial arts!"

"What the f*ck!"

Liu Feng replied, "What do you mean by 'usually a rogue'? If you keep talking cr*p, I will beat your a.s.s."

"Come on, beat me!"

Yang s.h.i.+wen didn't feel uncomfortable or embarra.s.sed by Liu Feng's words. Instead, she behaved as if she was not afraid of him.

"Don't mess around, continue to practice."

Liu Feng grabbed Yang s.h.i.+wen's wrists again behind her and took her to practice palms turning in Eight Diagrams.

Under Liu Feng's guidance, Yang s.h.i.+wen seemed to have made a leap forward on this day.

However, they felt something was wrong as they practiced.

"s.h.i.+wen, would you stop arching backward?" When Liu Feng asked this, he blushed in spite of his face being thicker than a city wall.

"Ah? What did I arch?" Yang s.h.i.+wen did not understand.

"Your a.s.s!"

Liu Feng said shortly, "Keep your body in the middle, and don't tilt your big a.s.s."

"Bah!"

Yang s.h.i.+wen screamed, "Don't you know that a woman's hips are more tilted than a man's? What's more, I'm in such good shape. This is called a nice... b.u.t.t, but not a big a.s.s! You d.a.m.n rogue, can't you say anything nice?"

"This, okay, your..."

"And, I would like to criticize you."

Yang s.h.i.+wen continued, "Don't hit me. Do you have a gun? You have hit me."

"I... well, I am... Dammit!"

The arrogant Big Boss of Yama didn't know how to explain it. Just when he was speaking, Yang s.h.i.+wen's little hand suddenly went backward. Brother Feng's most valuable treasure had fallen into Miss Yang's hand.

"Ah!"

At the same time, Yang s.h.i.+wen also exclaimed, "You are a rogue. Are you thinking something unhealthy? You are... hard!"

When Miss Yang discovered what happened, she suddenly turned back.

When she turned back, she deliberately picked up her feet and pulled her belly in, as she was afraid that Liu Feng's "gun" would hit her again. At this time, Liu Feng happened to take her forward.

As a result, their mouths suddenly touched.

At this moment, Liu Feng and Yang s.h.i.+wen's eyes were widened to the limit at the same time, but they did not immediately separate.

They kept this shameful posture for almost two seconds. Yang s.h.i.+wen suddenly turned back and covered her face with her hands and she could only see black.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Liu Feng coughed twice, and not knowing what else to say, asked, "Well, s.h.i.+wen, is this the first time you've kissed a man?"

"What did you say?"

Miss Yang became even more angry, and she twisted her head back. "Do you think I have kissed others? You b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

Liu Feng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, I guessed it. Your kiss is bitter and I don't want to kiss you another time."

"You rogue. Dare you say that again?"

"I dare say it a hundred times. Your skills... Well, I admit, your lips are very plump. Aside from that, nothing is good."

"Tut!"

Yang s.h.i.+wen was so angry that her eyes were full of rage.

"Or should I also instruct you in kissing?" Liu Feng asked tentatively.

Yang s.h.i.+wen's face turned red suddenly. "This, this, how do you instruct this?"

"Don't move, it's actually very simple."

Liu Feng raised his hands and held Miss Yang's face, and then covered her lips with his.

At this moment, Yang s.h.i.+wen felt that her brain went blank and her heartbeat had doubled.

"Relax!" Liu Feng's mouth was not separated from Yang s.h.i.+wen's lips, but he said clearly, "You can close your eyes and feel it with your heart."

And then Yang s.h.i.+wen closed her eyes.

In this way, their kiss lasted for more than a minute.

Yang s.h.i.+wen's breathing became more and more urgent at this time. She felt that there was a small flame in her heart that made her hot.

She even involuntarily raised her hands and touched Liu Feng's strong chest.

Just then, she suddenly heard a crisp voice. "s.h.i.+wen, are you back here? I've come to ask you for help."