Wang Feng took out his handkerchief to wipe the oil stains remaining on the corner of his mouth, looked up at the fiery sun, and smiled and said, "The world has changed, but the essence has not changed. Whoever has the biggest fist is the master."

Lao Liu nodded thoughtfully, deeply agreeing.

Decades ago, in order to seize the iron ore and gold mines in the back mountain of the Chao Village, the young and energetic Lao Liu relied on the iron-making skills passed down from generation to generation and had an iron hammer invincible hand.

The hammer weighing 36 kilograms is also a cast steel product passed down from ancestors. When you wave it, you will kill the gods when you encounter gods. The Buddha blocks the Buddha and kills the Buddhas, and they are invincible.

In terms of weapons, there may not be anyone in the entire Zhennan who can beat Lao Liu.

It’s just that Lao Liu has never walked in the world, and the martial arts world has no idea about him at all. Occasionally, some rumors come out, and he just thinks he is a grass-roots villager and is not worth mentioning.

Unfortunately, Lao Liu killed a lot of people when he was young, and there were many enemies in Wang Chao Village alone. Wang Feng has always been able to survive safely until today, so he dared not show up in public.

If so many things had not happened in the Dynasty Village, Wang Feng might not have gone to the blacksmith shop to look for him.

"Brother Feng, we are all old. Are we still going out to fight and kill like young people?" Lao Liu swung his hammer and smashed it down violently.

A sound of it!

The red-burned discus was a little thinner at that time.

This power is really terrible. When this hammer hits a person, it will lead to the end of broken bones and tendons.

Wang Feng felt cold in his heart. He was still scared of Lao Liu's iron hammer. He smiled faintly when he heard this: "With Lao Liu's skills, if he goes around the world again, all the so-called masters will be revealed."

"Haha-- we just striking iron. There is no such thing as a master or a master, but we just have some strength." Lao Liu smiled indifferently.

Wang Feng smiled and asked quietly: "Actually, I know that Lao Liu's strength has something to do with the medicinal baths you take every day, right? Aren't your son and your disciples all taking a bath? You have more than a dozen strong disciples, do you just want them to make a living by slapping iron for the rest of their lives?"

"We don't have anything other than having strength. Let's go to the office building to write and draw without the qualifications or talent!" Lao Liu said self-deprecatingly.

"I think you can share the medicine bath formula so that you can cultivate a group of strong thugs. With these people, we can form a security group. With your physical fitness, it will definitely be very popular. Go abroad at that time--" Wang Feng seemed to say casually, but in fact he has other purposes.

He will definitely not be able to stay in China and will leave sooner or later, but he will walk alone and have no support when he goes out. If he can get Lao Liu's ancestral medicine bath, it will definitely be a gold medal amulet.

Others may not know it, but Wang Feng is very clear about the martial arts and has a better understanding of medicinal baths.

Lao Liu's ancestral medicinal bath is even more powerful than the medicinal bath he passed down from the family of the martial arts god Fu Tai, and it is definitely at the level of a silver medicinal bath.

Wang Feng felt a little regretful when he was guarding such a treasure mountain that he didn't know how to dig.

"Impossible!" Lao Liutou shook like a wave drum and said with a wry smile, "My family has a ancestral teaching, and the formula for the medicine bath must not be leaked. Even those apprentices are just soaking under my supervision, so it is impossible to know the formula."

"You don't have to think about money, you will definitely not be able to treat you badly!" Wang Feng's eyes flashed.

Lao Liu put down the hammer, grabbed the towel and wiped the sweat on his body, looked at Wang Feng seriously, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Feng, if I am greedy for money, I will not withdraw from the mountain and hide it in this place. Money is enough for me, but I must not throw away the ancestral teachings. I would rather be a blacksmith for the rest of my life than leak the formula for the medicine bath."

"Can't we discuss it?" Wang Feng sighed.

"Brother Feng, I can promise you anything else. This is really not good!" The honest and honest Lao Liu shook his head helplessly.

"Hey! You are always so stubborn!" Wang Feng smiled helplessly, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the bungalow behind the blacksmith shop.

Lao Liu smiled embarrassedly.

After a while, Wang Feng shouted: "Lao Liu, come in."

Lao Liu quickly put down the hammer and ran over happily.

Wang Feng is Lao Liu's benefactor, and he gave him food, clothing, housing, transportation and a comfortable life. According to the principle, Lao Liu will always implement the requirements put forward by Wang Feng.

Unfortunately, the medicinal bath formula must not be disclosed to outsiders except that it can be passed on to my son, and Wang Feng must not do it either.

"Brother Feng, what's wrong?" Lao Liu ran into the bungalow, and Wang Feng was standing next to the stove with his back facing him.

Lao Liu walked over without any warning. Wang Fengleng turned around and held a fruit knife in his hand and inserted it into his heart position.

puff!

Blood flowed out along the knife.

No matter what, I never thought that Wang Feng would kill him.

The stunned Lao Liu grabbed Wang Feng's arm with both hands, widened his eyes incredibly, and made a horrible sound in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Lao Liu, I really need your recipe!" Wang Feng smiled grinning and slowly inserted the knife deeper.

thump!

Lao Liu's body trembled, he knelt on the ground, and his eyes gradually lost their spirit.

Wang Feng pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground. At the same time, he took off his gloves and threw it into the stove and watched it burned to ashes. He said quietly again: "Lao Liu, I'm sorry."

After moving Lao Liu's hammer back and throwing it to the side, Wang Feng forged a fight scene, then walked out of the door and went to the west room.

He knew where Lao Liu's recipe was placed, located in a secret cellar under the kang in the west room.

Lao Liu didn't expect Wang Feng to attack him, nor was he wary of Wang Feng's covet his formula. He had complete trust, which led to the death.

I found a black iron box from the cellar, with a thin page of oil paper inside, densely recording hundreds of herbs, which was the secret of the endless human resources of the Laoliu family.

"The recipe of the silver medicine bath-" Wang Feng's eyes flashed with a bright light and murmured, "You idiots in the martial arts world have been hiding Baoshan all day but don't know how much money will they have to make if this thing is made public?"

Wang Feng really couldn't figure out that all sects in the martial arts world have this magical medicinal bath formula. Why did the sacrificial medicinal bath not know how to share it? If you sell this medicinal bath vendor, how much wealth would you earn? It's far more than gold and silver mountains.

"Hmph! It will be mine in the future!" Wang Feng carefully folded the oil paper and put it in the dark pocket of his close-fitting clothes, and then he quietly climbed out of the cellar and walked out of the yard.

There were no people near the blacksmith shop, and everyone was working in another place, so they didn't notice what Wang Feng did. He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted at the top of his throat: "Come on, no, Lao Liu is dead!"
Chapter completed!