The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Get 'em!"

"Stop, don't run!"

"Kill them!"

…

Feng Ji led everyone out of the back alley. Not far away, he heard loud noises and shouts of murder coming from the front.

Everyone looked around and saw two figures running in panic, followed by dozens of knife-wielding gangsters chasing them.

"Master! Master, run quickly!"

In the distance, among the two figures being chased, the one on the left yelled at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji's eyes narrowed and he recognized the other party.

"Zhang Jin?"

Uncle He also said hurriedly: "Master, it's Zhang Jin! The one beside him seems to be...Master Zhao?"

Uncle Gui also recognized it and said hurriedly: "Master, it's Zhang Jin."

Feng Ji didn't talk nonsense. He directly dropped Duan Ermi in his hand and said, "Watch him."

After saying that, he looked like a tiger and ran over in big strides.

Zhang Jin and Zhao Jian, whose faces were covered in blood, couldn't help but panic.

Soon the two sides met, and Feng Ji helped Zhang Jin, who was covered in blood, but saw that Zhang Jin had been stabbed several times and his steps were sloppy.

Zhao Jian, on the other hand, although his face was covered in blood, there were not many injuries on his body.

"Master, let's go quickly, the bandits are coming into the city, and the Feng family is also being targeted by them!" Zhang Jin urged anxiously, pulling Feng Ji to escape.

Zhao Jian on the side also said in shame: "Master Feng, Zhao is useless. He fell into the trap of the bastard named Zhou and failed to protect the Feng family."

Feng Ji patted the two of them on the shoulders and said in a deep voice: "You guys have a rest and we will talk later. I will deal with these bandits."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and Zhang Jin said anxiously: "Master, there are many of them, let's avoid them first."

Zhao Jian also said quickly: "Master Feng, these bandits are not ordinary people, some of them are good at boxing and kicking."

If Zhao Jian was not injured, it would be no problem to fight one against ten.

However, his face was injured and the pain affected his sanity, making him unfit to fight.

Moreover, there were more than a dozen people facing him, each holding a murderous weapon. No matter how powerful he was, it was difficult for him to defeat four people with just two fists.

Feng Ji didn't say anything, and people already came to greet him.

The bandits on the opposite side didn't recognize Feng Ji, so they charged towards him with a ferocious smile.

A bandit who rushed the fastest was slashed with a knife.

Feng Ji smiled coldly and suddenly punched out with his right arm!

Bang!

It exploded into the air with a crisp sound, leaving an afterimage in the sky.

There was a click and the sound of bones breaking. The bandit was punched and flew backwards before he could even drop his knife.

Feng Ji was like a fierce tiger, rushing into the bandits instantly.

Swords flashed all around, slashing at random.

Feng Ji circulates Qi and blood, his muscles bulge, and his skin is like copper skin and iron bones.

The sound of bang bang bang kept sounding, and the blade kept slashing at him. The red wedding dress was chopped into pieces, exposing the hard muscles of his body.

These knives couldn't cut through his skin at all, not even a red mark!

The bandits all widened their eyes and exclaimed.

"Invulnerable?"

"Why can't it be cut?"

"No blood?"

A bandit who had practiced Kung Fu immediately exclaimed: "Practice Kung Fu horizontally!"

"Hahaha……"

Feng Ji laughed ferociously, his arms suddenly stirred, and the sound of weapons clashing was heard.

All the swords were instantly twisted into twists.

Followed by a fierce fist sweep!

Bang bang bang...

The necks of the three closest bandits were instantly snapped.

He kept moving, his fists turned into tiger claws, and he grabbed a bandit in front of him who was about to run.

The five fingers clasped hard, and with a click, his cheekbones were crushed alive by him!

The terrifying power is five times higher than that of ordinary people, coupled with the use of Qi and blood and the instantaneous explosive power of Ming Jin.

Let Feng Ji's every move and every style burst out with terrifying and huge power.

Ordinary people are as fragile as chickens and dogs in his hands.

All this is a long story. In fact, it only took a few breaths from Feng Ji's action to the present.

The bandits who were chasing after them saw such a terrifying scene, and they all stopped desperately with horror on their faces.

But Feng Ji casually squeezed the bandit to death and looked up at the other bandits.

This sight instantly scared these bandits to death.

I don’t know who it was, but I shouted in horror: “Monster…monster!”

One person screamed, and the others turned and ran.

Feng Ji smiled coldly and did not pursue him.

He turned around and kicked a bandit who was still struggling on the ground to death. He turned to look at Zhao Jian and Zhang Jin who were stunned.

"What's going on over there at my house?"

Zhang Jin suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the corpses on the ground, swallowed, and stammered: "Young... Young Master, are you... okay?"

Feng Ji frowned and turned to look at Zhao Jian: "Master Zhao, tell me."

Zhao Jian came back to his senses and couldn't help but said: "Zhouzhuang has colluded with the bandit Yue Migong and is now attacking the Feng family. I'm afraid it won't last long. We have been to the county government, but we heard from people in the county government that the bandits are in the city. There is also action outside, and all the manpower has been transferred away by General Ma."

Feng Ji's face was gloomy, he looked at Uncle He and Uncle Gui who were coming over, and said: "Uncle Gui, Uncle He, I'll go back first to save people, and you guys can find a place to hide."

"Master, you...be careful." Uncle Gui couldn't help but warn him.

Feng Ji waved his hand, threw away his legs and ran towards Feng's house.

Zhang Shurong couldn't help but open her mouth, but she didn't dare to stop her.

She looked at Uncle He and the others and couldn't help but said, "Aren't we going to help?"

Uncle He smiled bitterly, looked at the corpses around him, and said, "Young Madam, if we follow, we will be nothing more than a burden."

Zhang Shurong was speechless. They were all old, weak and disabled, so they were really a burden.

Zhang Jin couldn't help but get excited at this time and shouted: "Uncle Gui, Uncle He, have you seen it? Master, he is so awesome!"

"How can the young master be so powerful? He is not even afraid of a knife. Do you think he is really possessed by a god?"

Uncle He shook his head: "I don't know either, but the young master is still the young master."

Uncle Gui also sighed with emotion: "The young master said that he has been practicing martial arts, but he just doesn't know what kind of kung fu he is, and he can actually practice it to such a terrifying point."

Everyone fell silent.

Suddenly Zhao Jian said: "It's Heng Lian Kung Fu!"

Suddenly everyone was stunned and looked at Zhao Jian.

"Heng Lian Kung Fu? Master Zhao, is it true or not? The young master has practiced Heng Lian Kung Fu?" Zhang Jin couldn't help but asked in surprise.

Uncle He and Uncle Gui couldn't help but look at Zhao Jian.

But Zhao Jian looked complicated and said, "He must be practicing kung fu horizontally, and looking at his movements, there seems to be a shadow of the White Lotus Sect's golden bell."

"White Lotus Sect?"

"Golden bell?"

"Then... isn't that Zhao Jinhuan's famous stunt?"

Uncle He, Uncle Gui, and Zhang Jin were all stunned.

All three of them knew Zhao Jinhuan, and Zhang Jin had practiced the Golden Bell Mask style with Zhao Jinhuan for several days.

When he thought about it at this time, it seemed that there was really a shadow of the golden bell in the few moves the young master had just made!

He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and murmured: "How is that possible? I remember that Zhao Jinhuan taught boxing at Feng's family, and he didn't even have seven days to complete the fight. The formal training for the young master is only one or two days at most?"

Uncle Gui was silent for a moment and affirmed: "To be precise, it was only half a day. That day, Zhao Jinhuan taught the young master for an entire afternoon, and then he was invited by the young master to solve the problem of the robbery of the grain team. Later, when he came back, he fell out with our Feng family. No more, I never taught the young master again."

Zhang Jin swallowed hard: "You mean... the young master only took half a day to learn Zhao Jinhuan's Golden Bell Shield Hard Qigong?"

His scalp was numb and he couldn't even imagine what kind of martial arts talent this was?

At this time, Zhao Jian looked in disbelief, because he had just noticed that Feng Ji also used the Tiger Claw Kung Fu during the fight.

Moreover, when Feng Ji faced off against the enemy, his steps also reflected the Zhao family's boxing skills!

He was shocked. Could it be...could it be said that Feng Ji had even learned the Zhao Family Boxing and Tiger Claw Kung Fu?

But...but I clearly just punched once in front of him!

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