The courtyard is full of my offspring

Chapter 440 Zhao Feixiong Arrives

As Lei Zhengyun spoke, he curled his neck and seemed to be hesitant to move forward.

Seeing this, Lei Lao Hu frowned and asked, "What did you say about the old man? Tell me the truth!"

Lei Zhengyun hesitated and didn't dare to answer, just kept avoiding his father's gaze.

"You evil boy, just say what you want to say. Why are you hesitating like this?" Lei Lao Hu shouted.

"Daddy, please calm down! I really don't dare to say it!" Lei Zhengyun knelt down and begged for mercy in fear.

Seeing that he still refused to speak, Lei Lao Hu immediately raised his hand to slap him, and threatened: "If you don't speak again, don't blame me for slapping you on the back of the head!"

Lei Zhengyun was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was shaking all over. He kowtowed and said, "Ah! Father, spare me! I'm telling you!"

"Then He Daqing said that our old man became the wrestling champion by relying on his live-in son-in-law to live with him! He also said that if the wrestling champion had not become a live-in son-in-law, the money would have been helped by the Nine-Fingered Divine Chef!"

"Later, when the Nine-Fingered Divine Chef was fighting against Xiao Rizi, Lei Yuanfeng not only did not go to rescue him, but he also encouraged his own disciples to take advantage of Xiao Rizi's misfortune and join him!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Lao Hu was so angry that he smashed the table with his palm!

"How ridiculous! My father and mother are in love with each other! How could they be gigolos? What a crap life! A battle between the Nine-Fingered Divine Chef!"

"Isn't it just a cooking competition? The old man asked Junior Brother to join Xiao Rizi in order to obtain information about Xiao Rizi!"

"Damn it, He Daqing! You are simply distorting the facts! Zhengyun, go gather all the disciples of the first generation!"

When he heard that a new generation of disciples was going to be recruited, Lei Zhengyun's eyes lit up instantly!

You know, the disciples of the Jiaomen generation are the elites among the elites, and each of them has extraordinary strength!

As long as they are all gathered together, no matter how powerful He Daqing is, he will definitely not be his match!

Especially the Third Uncle, who once beat Jingzhong Yixiu of the Japanese Sword Saint Family in the Tianjin Arena, so badly that he fled in panic!

Soon, a group of people arrived at Wen Zhihua's home in several groups.

At this moment, He Daqing has begun preparing for the second battle.

He originally planned to replenish his energy and ask Wen Zhihua to help buy some roujiamo, but suddenly he heard discussions coming from outside.

A thin man with a heroic look in his brows asked:

"Master nephew, could He Daqing have already escaped?"

Lei Zhengyun quickly shook his head and replied, "No! I just asked Hu Zi, he has been monitoring this place the whole time, He Daqing has never gone out!"

"He didn't run away, that's good! I want to see what He Daqing is capable of. He even defeated Xu Qingyang from the Swallow Sect!"

The man's name was Zhao Feixiong. He was tall and strong, with a resolute face and a pair of tiger eyes that exuded a sense of majesty without even being angry.

He is the third disciple of the wrestling king. He has mastered wrestling skills and once defeated Xu Qingyang and Jing Zhong Yixiu with a single move, becoming the undisputed number one wrestling king in Sijiu City.

However, Zhao Feixiong always remains humble.

He once said: "As long as the master is here, he can only be ranked third."

Although these glorious moments happened eight or nine years ago, in the fighting world of Beijing, people still give Zhao Feixiong some respect when his name is mentioned.

But now, a small cook dared to be so rude and arrogant to them. How could Zhao Feixiong tolerate this?

He decided to take action himself and teach this ignorant guy a lesson, so that the world would know that his fist, which had been sealed for many years, was not rusty.

"Third Uncle, do you want us to kick open their door?" Feng Zhengyu asked from the side.

Zhao Feixiong glared at Feng Zhengyu fiercely, his eyes full of sternness and dissatisfaction, and said in a harsh voice: "Nonsense! We came here to learn martial arts from others, how can you do such a rude thing?"

"He Daqing is just a cook, how can he know the rules of the underworld? Don't you understand it too?"

Zhao Feixiong continued, his tone becoming increasingly severe.

After he finished speaking, Zhao Feixiong waved his arm, and his apprentice Zhang Zhengjing immediately walked forward and gently knocked on the door of Wenzhi Painter.

Although Zhao Feixiong is no longer a roaming warrior, he still has good personal relationships with several military instructors.

Because of this, deep in his heart he was actually full of admiration for He Daqing.

Therefore, even though He Daqing was disrespectful to the Jiaomen, Zhao Feixiong still gave him enough respect and face.

Accompanied by a crisp knock on the door, the door of Wenzhi Painter's house was slowly pushed open.

Then, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

The man who came was tall and straight, wearing a black robe, with a handsome face and a stern expression.

He stood straight with his hands behind his back, as steady and resolute as a mountain; his eyes were like torches, deep and sharp, staring at Zhao Feixiong intently.

At this moment, the two looked at each other, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

They both felt a hint of shock in each other's eyes - they didn't expect the other party's aura to be so strong!

Time seemed to stand still as the two of them just stood there facing each other, neither of them speaking first.

It was just three seconds, but it felt like a very long time had passed.

Finally, He Daqing broke the silence.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked carefully at Zhao Feixiong in front of him, and a faint smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You should be Zhao Laosan, right?" He Daqing's voice was low and magnetic, carrying an invisible pressure.

"It's Zhao! He Daqing, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the third time we meet!"

Zhao Feixiong responded without showing any weakness.

His voice was loud and powerful, revealing a heroic spirit.

He Daqing smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Third Master has a really good memory! That's right! We have indeed met three times!"

Hearing this, Zhao Feixiong couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling some past events.

"Alas! How unpredictable things are! I never thought that the little follower beside the Nine-Fingered Divine Chef would have such abilities! You really exceeded my expectations!"

"If you are here just to sigh, I advise you to go back and provide quality education to the people in your sect!" He Daqing said with a gloomy face.

"How dare you! He Daqing! My master is so polite to you, yet you are so rude!"

Zhang Zhengjing's tone was full of dissatisfaction and anger. He widened his eyes and stared at He Daqing.

Zhao Feixiong stood aside without any attempt to stop it. He watched the scene happening in front of him quietly with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a crisp and loud slap sounded throughout the room, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Everyone present was stunned by this sudden change. They opened their eyes wide and their mouths wide, unable to recover for a while.

It all happened so fast that people had no time to react.

Zhang Zhengjing, who had been so aggressive just now, was now covering his face and looking at He Daqing in astonishment.

He had never expected that the other party would give him such a loud slap in the face in public.

He Daqing's slap not only stunned Zhang Zhengjing, but also made everyone else present fall into silence.

The originally tense atmosphere became even more solemn, and everyone could feel the oppressive atmosphere.