The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Who are you, your Excellency, who dares to obstruct my work in the White Lotus Sect?"

Yue Migong did not mention the name of Erlong Mountain at this moment, and directly moved out of the famous White Lotus Sect.

The purpose is self-evident, naturally it is to use the name of the White Lotus Sect to make Feng Ji afraid.

Feng Ji ignored it and glanced at Feng's backyard.

Along the way, he didn't see the bodies of the core members of the Feng family.

In the backyard, although there were still corpses everywhere, there was still no familiar person.

Flames shot into the sky in the distance, and familiar houses were burned down.

Anger surged in his eyes, and he raised his head to look at Yue Migong.

"Where are the Feng family members?"

Yue Migong narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Hey, who are you?"

Feng Ji grinned, revealing his white teeth: "You disturbed my wedding banquet, burned down my house, and you still don't recognize me?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

"You are Feng Ji!"

Before Yue Migong could speak, Zhouzhuang on the side suddenly exclaimed with disbelief on his face.

Feng Ji turned his head and looked at this beast who was eating everything inside and outside.

"Ho ho ho, you are still here, good, very good, I don't need to look for them one by one."

He strode towards Zhouzhuang and murmured: "My surname is Zhou, my Feng family treats you well. You taught me boxing, and you cheated me on the cost of stone materials and medicinal baths. I haven't settled this account with you yet. Unexpectedly... …Ho ho ho… you really deserve to die.”

Zhouzhuang looked indifferent and sneered: "You are really a dandy. Why, after learning kung fu from me for two days, do you really think you are a master? Call your companions to come out."

His attention was not on Feng Ji, but instead his eyes were always on his surroundings.

Since all the companions outside are dead, it means that Feng Ji must have helpers.

Otherwise, how could we explain that such a loser could walk in front of them?

Yue Migong reached out and pulled out his single sword, and asked doubtfully: "Old Zhou, I heard someone say, isn't this guy a young man who only knows how to eat, drink, whore, and gamble? Why doesn't he look like that? Is he really Feng Ji?"

Zhouzhuang nodded: "It's him, Boss Yue, be careful, I'm afraid this kid is not alone."

Yue Migong nodded, pointed at Feng Ji with a single sword in his hand, and said: "Ignore these people, kill him first!"

After saying that, Yue Migong jumped up and rushed forward instantly.

His scarred face was filled with a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile. A dark cloud covered his face and he slammed into Feng Ji's face!

Feng Ji raised his eyelids and raised his left hand to cover his forehead.

There was a bang.

This knife hit Feng Ji's arm.

Yue Migong's ferocious smile suddenly faltered, his eyes filled with astonishment.

However, he saw that Feng Ji's arm on the opposite side was not damaged at all. Instead, his tiger's mouth was numb from the force of the rebound!

call--!

Before he could ask doubtful questions, a fierce howling wind suddenly came from the opposite side.

Feng Ji has already punched him!

Snapped--!

There was a crisp explosion in the void.

The terrible strong wind stirred up rapid wind pressure and tore the air. Yue Migong's face trembled under the pressure.

"Grass, Ming Jin!"

His pupils shrank instantly, he cursed, and quickly backed away, holding the single sword in his hand to block his chest.

clang--!

This punch hit the blade, and instantly the single sword made of fine iron squeaked and bent.

The ductility of a single knife is not high. It only bends and dents for a few centimeters, then it snaps and breaks!

Feng Ji's fist power showed no sign of exhaustion, and hit Yue Migong's chest with a bang.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yue Migong felt severe pain in his chest, as if his body had been hit by dozens of people carrying wooden stakes.

He flew up uncontrollably and knocked over a water tank on the ground with a crash.

It didn't even stop, and the whole person slid on the ground for several meters before it could stop.

"Cough cough cough...you...you...wow..."

Yue Migong couldn't stop coughing up blood. When he wanted to say something, another mouthful of blood spurted out, even mixed with some internal organs.

This scene frightened everyone into stunned silence.

Especially Zhouzhuang, they couldn’t believe it!

He had competed with Yue Migong and clearly knew Yue Migong's level of kung fu.

Yue Mi functioned as one of the bandit leaders in Erlong Mountain, so he naturally had good martial arts skills.

He has mastered the Five Tigers Cutting Sword Technique, which he has already mastered, and is not inferior to Duan Ermi's Bagua Sword.

Even Zhouzhuang can only rely on the movement skills of Plum Blossom Fist to deal with it.

But with Yue Migong like this, he... couldn't even catch Feng Ji's punch?

How the hell is this possible?

Zhouzhuang looked at Feng Ji in disbelief, and then at Yue Migong on the ground.

The next moment, he shouted: "Everyone, come together!"

He waved his hand, but no one of the bandits around him dared to move.

Zhouzhuang roared angrily: "He is just one person, you are so fucking scared, go ahead and kill him!"

This sentence impressed some bandits. There were young bandits who were not afraid of death and actually rushed towards them screaming.

When someone moved, others naturally joined in. In a moment, five or six bandits came to attack.

Zhouzhuang looked at Feng Ji, took a deep breath, and flashed.

He actually... escaped!

No one knows better than him how terrifying Master Ming Jin is.

The moment when Yue Migong and Feng Ji were fighting just now, others didn't understand, but he could see it clearly.

Not only did Feng Ji have immense strength and developed bright energy, he even practiced some kind of horizontal training technique, so he was not afraid of weapons!

In this case, not to mention five or six bandits, but dozens of bandits, all have no choice but to die.

He had already figured out that Feng Ji had probably killed all the bandits outside.

Even Yue Migong couldn't catch Feng Ji's punch. Is he still here waiting to die?

So, he escaped!

But before escaping, he wanted the other bandits to cut off his back and entangle Feng Ji.

"Run away quickly. This Feng Ji is so terrifying. We must report it to the leader immediately!"

"Damn it, did this kid practice kung fu from his mother's womb? How is it possible that he has mastered such kung fu at such a young age?"

"Ming Jin...that's Ming Jin!"

Zhouzhuang felt aggrieved and angry. He was thirty-six years old and had started practicing martial arts at the age of ten. He had been training hard for twenty-six years, but he still hadn't reached the threshold of Ming Jin.

Why did someone named Feng master Ming Jin at such a young age?

With anger in his heart, he ran all the way and saw the back door of Feng's house right in front of him.

However, screams kept coming from behind him, and he was frightened and quickly looked back.

At this sight, he couldn't help but be scared to death.

I saw the five or six bandits who had just besieged Feng Ji, two of their heads exploded, and one of his skulls was opened by the force of his fingers.

The remaining bandits' bodies were twisted to varying degrees, lying on the ground wailing and screaming.

But Feng Ji stepped on the screaming bandit's neck and looked up at the fleeing Zhouzhuang.

Zhou Zhuang's eyes met Feng Ji's.

I felt cold all over my body, as if I was trapped in an ice cellar, and goosebumps appeared all over my body.

It was a pair of terrifying bloody eyes that contained cold murderous intent.

Just one glance made Zhouzhuang's scalp numb.

"Can't fight, can't fight with him, run, run quickly!"

He screamed in his heart, and his feet accelerated faster than ever before.

It's just that he is faster, and Feng Ji is even faster!

Bang!

The floor paved with bluestone was instantly shattered by Feng Ji's assisted kicking.

His figure roared out like a cheetah!

The wind whimpered in his ears, and far away, Feng Ji let out a roar!

"You can't escape-"