Anyway, there's nothing wrong with being idle. Now Liang Hong is definitely his own person. Liu Rufeng feels in her heart that it's time to have a good communication.

Liu Rufeng drove the range rover that Jin Liu had given him, and galloped on the road with full domineering spirit. The two families are very close. According to the normal driving, it will take less than 20 minutes to get there. But in the middle of the car, Liu Rufeng found that there was a traffic jam in front of him. There was a long queue. The traffic police were dredging the traffic there. Look at this posture. It won't work in half an hour.

Liu Rufeng is not in a hurry. Anyway, there is nothing urgent to deal with. It doesn't matter to wait for a while. Having nothing to do, he played the car music, beating the beat with his right hand and singing softly.

While waiting for the car, there was also a line after it. He didn't pay attention. After more than a dozen of his cars, the Cadillac was quietly waiting, and the people in the car were watching him.

"Just in time, brother. You don't seem to be very lucky today." People in Cadillac flicked their ashes and said to themselves.

About half an hour later, the traffic police finally dredged the traffic, and the long crowded motorcade began to move forward gradually, running in their own directions and busy with their own affairs.

Liu Rufeng stretches, starts the car and runs to Liang Hong's home. On the way, he felt as if he had a pair of eyes staring at himself in a corner, but he didn't find out where those eyes were.

"Are you nervous?" Liu Rufeng looked around, didn't find anything abnormal, and continued to drive forward.

In a few minutes, he arrived at Liang Hong's home. All the members of Liang Hong's family are familiar with him, so they greet him warmly. Some people take him to the living room in person.

When the shadow of others disappeared at the gate of Lianghong villa, the Cadillac also stopped at the other end of the bridge and stopped under a big tree. The people in the car came down and began to observe the surrounding things carefully.

When Liu Rufeng saw Liang Hong, he was not polite and sat down on the sofa. Liang Hong quickly poured tea for the distinguished guest, and took the initiative to say, "what have you been busy with in recent days?"

"Practice, practice to death." Liu Rufeng took a sip of tea and said.

Liang Hong looked at Liu Rufeng carefully. His plump body shook and nodded with satisfaction. "Well, I can see that you are more energetic this time than before. Do you have a new entry?"

Liu Rufeng didn't think it would be harmful to confess his strength to Liang Hong, so he didn't hide it. He said frankly, "the day after tomorrow."

"After, after?" Liang Hong stares at Liu Rufeng and says in disbelief: "I have more confidence in you this time. I'm afraid there are few people in Kyoto who can stop you. Those great masters in the innate realm are all masters who don't eat human fireworks. They don't want to go out of the mountain easily. I think your strength can go horizontally in Kyoto."

Liu Rufeng smile, also did not show any proud expression, just light said: "in my opinion, not so optimistic, that palace is not good stubble, I can not deal with him now."

Liang Hong also heard Liu Rufeng's introduction about Miyamoto. Knowing that Miyamoto's strength was very evil, he suddenly looked dejected and sighed: "yes, we really need to make a good plan. By the way, I came to you today with a new idea. What do you think? "

Liu Rufeng leans on the sofa, drinks tea, raises his eyelids and looks at Gufeng, waiting for his extraordinary opinions.

"Well, I think we can make use of the church. You don't know, the church and they look very different. We can think of a way to make them fight each other. In this way, we can save a lot of energy."

church?

These days, this mysterious place has really been ignored. Liang Hong's proposal is really a bit creative, but he always thinks it's not so simple. How can the church listen to us? Besides, I still don't know the details of others.

Liu Rufeng raised her eyes and asked, "how can uncle Liang contact the people who go to church?"

Speaking of this, Liang Hong seemed a little embarrassed, and said: "some time ago, some of their people found me. Let me try. I hope it's a breakthrough."

"Well, I'll leave it to Uncle Liang."

In fact, Liu Rufeng didn't hold any hope at all. The reason for that is to think that he could get to know the details of the church through this opportunity. It doesn't matter whether he can cooperate or not.

Next, they talked a lot, but they were all worthless words. Liu Rufeng snorted coldly in his heart. He said that Liang Hong, a slippery man, wanted to be a shield in front of him. He was comfortable at home waiting for benefits. He didn't want to make any effort. Grandma's, how can I calculate you!

At noon, Liang Hong specially found several chefs to make a table full of dishes. In addition, he opened a bottle of the precious Maotai, and they drank it.

This meal lasted nearly two hours. During the meal, Liu Rufeng drank a few more cups. He mentioned his practice of flying knife and said that his knife was a top-grade antique. Even today's museums can't find it. It's a rare treasure.

Liang Hong was so excited that he had to see it for himself. Liu Rufeng didn't care. He took out the dagger from his waist and handed it to him.

"Well, it's really a good thing, but is the steel mouth OK? It's OK to be an antique. If it's a flying knife, it's not suitable."

Looking at the blade, Liang Hong questioned.

"What? How dare you doubt my throwing knife? " Liu Rufeng's strength of wine came up, and his behavior became much more rough. Without waiting for Liang Hong to say anything else, he grabbed a throwing knife and threw it at the thick iron Holly in the hospital.

In Liu Rufeng's hand, the flying dagger seemed to be infused with life. Although he was a little drunk, it didn't affect the speed and accuracy of the flying dagger. The antique dagger flew out of the window, and then flew more than ten meters. It was accurately inserted into the trunk of iron holly, and the body of the dagger almost completely entered the trunk.

Fortunately, black and White King Kong was not at the door at this time, otherwise he would have knelt down and begged Liu Rufeng to teach them the unique skills of throwing knives.

"Good Dao technique!" Liang Hong is a fool. He also knows how to do some Kung Fu. He even says that it's hard for ordinary street gangsters to get close to him. But he knows that Liu Rufeng's Kung Fu is more than a little bit higher than him. It can be said that one Liu Rufeng can easily deal with ten Liang Hong.

"Ha ha, that's nothing!" Liu Rufeng grinned and touched Liang Hong with his cup.

Seeing Liu Rufeng's unique skill of Throwing Knife, Liang Hong can describe Liu Rufeng with admiration. He poured wine and clinked glasses frequently, and the two drank happily. However, the throwing knife was left out on the iron Holly in the courtyard, forming a special landscape.

I don't know when I had drunk Liang Hong's good wine. After several bottles had been drunk, Liu Rufeng staggered into his car. As soon as he stepped on the gas, the black Land Rover brushed away from Liang Hong's home.