The heavens: pushing across all realms

Zhang Shuyi hurriedly caught up, and Zhang Shurong quickly helped her sister up.

Seeing that her sister was half-clothed, she quickly took off her Xiayi and helped her sister cover her body.

"Sister, woo woo..."

Zhang Shuyi was so excited that she hugged her and cried.

Zhang Shurong said hurriedly: "Now is not the time to cry. Hurry up and follow Mr. Lang."

Zhang Shuyi cried: "Why did you come here? I almost... almost whined..."

There was a hint of complaint in her tone.

Zhang Shurong couldn't help but said: "We just passed by here, where are my parents?"

Zhang Shuyi shook her head and cried: "I...I don't know either."

Feng Ji ignored the two sisters. At this time, he walked out of the back door and looked outside.

Sure enough, a dozen bandits gathered at the back door.

The leader was a tall man in fine clothes with his breasts exposed, wearing a blue shorts, holding a single sword in his hand, his face full of surprise.

"Oh, there are really some who escaped. Lao Huang and the others are too useless."

A bald man next to him laughed and said: "Haha, third brother, look behind him, there is a woman!"

Another short, muscular man said excitedly: "Oh, she's still wearing wedding clothes. Is she the daughter of the Zhang family?"

The bald man pointed at Feng Ji and said excitedly: "This guy is also wearing wedding clothes. Is he the young master of the Feng family?"

When Du San heard the comments from his subordinates, he was immediately surprised: "Hahaha, I deserve a meritorious service. I actually blocked two fat sheep!"

Next to Feng Ji, Uncle Gui and Uncle He both looked desperate.

Just out of the tiger's mouth, they entered the wolf's den again. There were only six people on their side, and two women, but there were more than a dozen people on the other side, each holding a sharp knife. It was a certain death situation.

Zhang Shurong's face was pale. She couldn't bear to take care of her sister Zhang Shuyi. She couldn't help but approach Feng Ji and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Lang..."

Zhang Shuyi also had a face full of despair. She immediately stepped back and hid behind everyone, praying silently in her heart that the gangsters would not see her.

"Master, Lao He and I will fight with them. Find the right opportunity and run away with the young lady." Uncle Gui pinched the steel knife nervously and laughed in a low voice.

Uncle He also gritted his teeth, grabbed a knife, and said with a bitter expression, "Master, my son is not married yet. If I die this time, I hope Master Wan will take care of him."

The two have already begun to tell each other about future generations.

Feng Ji glanced at the two of them and shook his head slightly: "I can't help."

Uncle He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Feng Ji taking off his loose wedding clothes and said: "Uncle He, I'm old enough to have a son. His son is only eight years old. I have no experience in raising children. Protect Shu Rong and wait for me to kill him." After killing these bandits, you can slowly train your son."

"Master..."

Uncle He and Uncle Gui exclaimed, but they saw Feng Ji striding out and facing the dozen bandits on the opposite side. His momentum was no less than that of the dozen or so bandits on the other side!

After Du San got excited, he looked at Feng Ji who came out and couldn't help but laugh: "Damn, this little white face has thin skin and tender flesh. It seems that he has wasted a lot of food. Boy named Feng, are you here to beg for mercy? ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald bandit beside him laughed and said, "Third brother, let him give you the wedding dress, and you and his wife will enter the bridal chamber. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bandits burst into laughter.

The short bandit also laughed: "Haha, third brother, I will give you the bride. How about the short girl be given to our brothers?"

Du San laughed wildly: "Hahaha, look at how useless you are. If you break up the Zhang family, won't the women inside just let you play with them? You can take them back and give birth to a few babies for you."

After that, he pointed a single sword at Feng Ji and the others and shouted: "Except for this boy named Feng, kill the men and keep the women!"

"Hahaha, kill!"

"Kill!"

Immediately, the bandits swarmed towards Feng Ji and the others.

A tall and thin bandit was the fastest. He rushed to Feng Ji first and punched Feng Ji with a grin.

Feng Ji had no expression on his face, took a step forward, lowered his shoulders and twisted his hips, using his belt to carry his shoulders, his shoulders to his arms, and punched out!

boom--!

There was a violent explosion in the air!

It was as if a firecracker exploded out of thin air, so crisp and clear!

The tall and thin bandit opposite felt the wind of the fist blowing against his face, causing the flesh on his face to tremble.

His vision went black, and then he felt severe pain.

Before he could scream, he instantly lost consciousness.

Looking from the outside, they saw Feng Ji punching out with a crisp explosion.

The tall and thin bandit was instantly hit in the face, followed by the sound of broken bones.

The tall and thin bandit's entire face was instantly sunken, his facial bones were shattered, and his neck was snapped backwards at 90 degrees with a click. His body was blasted several meters away. Like a rag bag, it rolled several times on the ground and was smashed into a piece. At the feet of the gangster.

With just one punch, the tall and thin bandit was killed instantly!

The expressions of the originally crazy and excited bandits suddenly changed!

The running steps stopped suddenly and looked at the body on the ground with disbelief.

Du San, the bald bandit, and the short bandit, who had not moved yet, also had slightly changed expressions.

Du San's pupils shrank, and he murmured: "Ming Jin exploded?"

The bald bandit's scalp suddenly became numb, and he whispered: "Third brother, did you hear that right? This guy is Ming Jin martial artist?"

The short bandit looked solemn and said, "Third brother, we are in trouble."

Of course Du San knew he was in trouble.

Ming Jin martial arts master is no longer something ordinary martial arts masters can resist.

Boxing masters also have realms. According to the strength of boxing techniques, they are divided into three levels: bright strength, dark strength, and transformation strength.

Those who have not developed strength can only slowly build up their strength, carry Qi and blood, and fight with boxing skills and the power of Qi and blood.

However, once a boxer masters Zhuang Kung Fu and understands the changes in Qi and blood, he can use the power generated by the Qi and Blood transfer training to produce terrifying explosive power in an instant.

When the strength reaches a certain level, the punch can burst the air and make a crisp and explosive sound, which is the sign of Ming Jin!

At this time, Feng Ji has already entered this level!

Mingjin exploded!

How many people who practice boxing spend half their lives still find it difficult to enter this realm!

Du San had only heard of such a realm, but had never actually seen such a master.

But looking at the corpse on the ground, he knew that Ming Jin was really terrifying!

"Third brother, what should I do?" the bald man couldn't help but ask.

The other bandits also looked at Feng Ji in fear and did not dare to step forward.

Du San's expression changed, and he whispered: "Let someone notify Mr. Duan, and the three of us will entangle him first!"

When the bald man and the short man heard this, they immediately understood each other, and in tacit agreement, they separated to the left and the right to approach Feng Ji.

Du San smiled at Feng Ji and said: "Who would have thought that the romantic young master of the Feng family, who is rumored to be a dandy and a prodigal, is actually a master of Ming Dynasty. Whoa, whoa, whoa, Master Feng, you have lied." The whole people of Qingyuan County."

Feng Ji shook his hand, feeling the change in strength in his body when he punched out just now, and was shocked in his heart.

He remained calm, looked at Du San and others who were surrounding him, and said, "Are you their boss?"

Du San grinned and said, "I don't dare. My boss's surname is Duan. I think you have also heard of Duan Ermi from Erlongshan. Do you know him?"

Feng Ji suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Duan Ermi?"

Of course he had heard that his grain team was robbed by two groups of gangsters led by Duan Ermi and Yue Migong.

He suddenly sneered: "That's fine, the old and new grudges are all gone today."