Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1094 Growing Up Through Being Beaten Up

Lin Feng sighed inwardly, but he couldn't abandon Duan Jingqiu, so he could only smile at the middle-aged man.

"Brother Yan, such a beautiful woman, it shouldn't be difficult to let her go."

Yan Jin was surprised when he heard this.

Hearing the other person speak, he realized they had overheard his conversation with Duan Jingqiu, but he hadn't noticed them.

Isn't it obvious which is better?

"You haven't asked for my Daoist name yet?"

"No problem, I am Mu Chuan, a wandering cultivator from the martial world."

Yan Jin shook his head: "Brother Mu, please don't interfere. Please excuse us. Yan Jin of the Tianshan Zhengyi Sect thanks you."

He brought up his sect in the hopes that the rogue cultivator would back down.

In Lin Feng's memory, among the sects that came to besiege him, a disciple of Yuquan Temple, were people from the Tianshan Zhengyi Sect.

This feud didn't just start now.

"Heh, Senior Brother Yan, I already know about your killing of this woman. How are you going to explain this to the Duan family?"

Yan Jin was stunned.

Even if Lin Feng didn't care about this matter, he still couldn't fulfill the Duan family's request to make Duan Jingqiu disappear without a trace.

Moreover, he had already introduced himself. Even if he didn't take action now, if Duan Jingqiu got into trouble later, Yan Jin would still be implicated.

Damn it, I was careless.

Yan Jin cursed inwardly. He hadn't been down the mountain for many years and thought it would be a trivial matter, but he never expected the world to be so complicated.

Yan Jin rolled his eyes a few times, then made up his mind: he couldn't let either of these two people go; they had to be silenced.

Duan Jingqiu can't escape, it's just that Mu Chuan is not easy to deal with. But, as a legitimate second-generation inner disciple of the Tianshan Zhengyi Sect, why should I be afraid of a rogue cultivator?

Moreover, this Mu Chuan looks so young that even if he is a legitimate inner disciple, he probably doesn't even qualify as a third-generation disciple.

My fellow disciples would laugh at me to death if they knew about my audacity.

Almost all cultivators from reclusive sects habitually leave their weapons behind when they descend from the mountains to engage in worldly affairs; this has become an unwritten rule.

They believed that ordinary people were no different from ants, and that carrying weapons would only make them a laughingstock among disciples of other sects.

Yan Jin was the same. Once he had made up his mind, he no longer hesitated. He reached out to Duan Jingqiu, but suddenly changed direction, leaped up, and grabbed Lin Feng, who was sitting on the windowsill.

Although Lin Feng felt the broken sword bouncing wildly on his back, he suppressed its impulse, gathered his strength, and threw a punch at Yan Jin's hand.

The two moved quickly, and with a loud crash, their hands collided.

Lin Feng was hit by a strong force and fell out of the window.

Yan Jin merely paused for a moment, then felt a surge of joy. This person was indeed weak. Without thinking further, he continued forward, climbed over the window, and kicked Lin Feng hard on the ground.

Lin Feng fell to the ground, his internal energy surging and churning. Because of the large amount, it did not cause much damage to his body. He only felt a slight swelling in his meridians due to the disturbance of the internal energy.

Seeing that Yan Jin's kick was coming right in front of him, he immediately lay on the ground and raised his foot to meet it.

The two attacks collided again, and Lin Feng was kicked hard by Yan Jin, sliding three to five zhang away along the ground.

However, the two head-on clashes with Yan Jin gave Lin Feng a pleasant feeling after his true energy surged, which seemed to be much better than the effect of his own hard training in a room.

Lin Feng became excited and, without hesitation, flipped over and leaped up, throwing a punch at Yan Jin who was charging at him.

The two began punching and kicking each other.

Yan Jin's technique was clearly much better than Lin Feng's; most of the punches and kicks landed on Lin Feng's body.

Each time Lin Feng was struck, his whole body would tremble violently, his true energy surging, as if a piece of junk iron being hammered was being forged to remove a trace of impurity.

Lin Feng became even more excited, and in his mind he rejected the broken sword's active defense; he wanted to be beaten.

The two fought from the ground to the roof, and then from inside the Duan family compound to outside the wall.

Lin Feng was having a great time, but Yan Jin was quite alarmed.

This Muchuan's body is too resilient, like a fully inflated ball. He has taken countless punches and kicks, yet he shows no signs of injury and remains full of energy.

You could also say it was lively and energetic, attacking itself without any strategy, just randomly kicking and punching, not caring how many times it was hit.

Seeing such a scene for the first time left Yan Jin momentarily confused.

Is this kid practicing a technique to get beaten up?

Lin Feng was treated like a football by Yan Jin, often being kicked far away. Even after crashing into the wall, he would still bounce out of the rubble and dust and bravely charge towards Yan Jin.

From a distance, the two didn't look like they were fighting; it was more like they were demolishing someone's house.

To avoid being seen by too many people, Yan Jin deliberately led and attacked Lin Feng, moving him out of the city.

Lin Feng also felt it was wrong to demolish other people's houses, so he was willing to go outside the city with Yan Jin to get beaten up.

Because of the strikes just now, Lin Feng had a faint feeling that his body tempering and the purity of his true qi were being refined very quickly.

Under the cover of night, in the fields, two figures were striking each other repeatedly. Lin Feng was repeatedly knocked far away, then he would flip up and leap into the air to charge at his opponent.

Lin Feng became more and more excited as the game progressed, but Yan Jin became more and more surprised.

As the exchange of blows continued, he noticed that Lin Feng's punches and kicks were becoming heavier and more agile.

At first, Lin Feng had to take several punches and kicks before he could occasionally retaliate with a punch or kick, but he still couldn't hit Yan Jin.

However, after the two fought for half an hour, Lin Feng's mark was also left on Yan Jin's body.

Half an hour later, Yan Jin began to regret fighting with Lin Feng.

This Muchuan is a madman. His punches and kicks are completely haphazard and chaotic. He doesn't care about his own defense and is full of openings.

Yet, when he was struck by his own weapon, he seemed completely unaffected.

An hour later, Yan Jin decided to leave.

Because he had taken a beating from Lin Feng, his body was struggling to keep up. Moreover, every time he punched Lin Feng hard, there was a strong backlash that made his fists and feet go numb.

But he felt bitter inside. He couldn't back down even if he wanted to. Lin Feng fought harder and harder, and became more and more frantic. His punches and kicks rained down as if he had no strength left.

As a veteran inner disciple and one of the best among the second generation, Yan Jin has always been known for his profound and dense true qi. In the sect's martial arts competitions, many of his fellow disciples would be defeated by him.

But now, he was helpless against Lin Feng's lingering strength. He started to pant heavily, and his internal energy was being consumed very quickly. He desperately needed to rest and replenish his strength.

Lin Feng, however, was oblivious to fatigue and had descended into madness, perhaps influenced by the emotions evoked by the broken sword, like a crazed tiger.

With disheveled hair and rumpled clothes, he still threw punches like the wind and kicked like rain, giving Yan Jin a thorough and overwhelming experience.

After leaving Luocheng, the two headed south, and the Yantong River wharf was not far away.

They could avoid the dock, but not the river. Before long, the two of them were thrown from the land into the river.

Lin Feng loves water. On several occasions, he has escaped danger by using the water's current. He has a sense of familiarity and dependence on water.

Although the water flow slowed down their punches and kicks, it couldn't stop the two from grabbing each other, wrestling and tearing at each other, like two scoundrels fighting.