The heavens: pushing across all realms

Strong martial arts meeting, in the courtyard.

Feng Ji was boxing in the courtyard. Yesterday's battle with Huo Yuanjia, the reputation of the Qiangwu Association and Feng Ji completely shocked Jinmen.

Countless people rushed to join the Qiangwu Association and wanted to learn boxing from their master.

At this time, the number of people in the Qiangwu Association has exceeded 300.

There are more than a dozen masters sitting in the hall.

Most of these people were boxers who were injured and disabled by Huo Yuanjia.

There were also some boxers who came to challenge Feng Ji, but ultimately lost to Feng Ji.

Feng Ji showed mercy, gave the other party face, and invited him to join the Qiangwu Association.

Not to mention that Feng Ji learned various boxing techniques from these people.

The growth of the Qiangwu Association alone has reached an unprecedented level.

"President, President, another group of Guohuang gangs have come to seek apprenticeship. Do we still want to accept them?"

Zhao Jian ran over and shouted excitedly.

Feng Ji smiled and said, "You'll just have to pay."

Yan Si couldn't help but said: "President, when you join the apprenticeship, don't you want to test their character and martial arts?"

If he accepts a group of apprentices with evil intentions, he is worried that Huo Yuanjia's deeds will happen in the Qiangwu Association.

Feng Ji smiled slightly: "I just need them to obey my orders and respect me, and don't care about the rest."

Yan Si smiled bitterly and said: "President, how can we ensure that people listen to you when people's hearts are so far apart? Or, what should we do if they obey you and disobey us?"

"Ho ho ho, they don't dare."

Feng Ji didn't care and chuckled.

He is confident that he can control a mere three hundred people.

If he doesn't obey, then you have to ask his fist.

He is not Huo Yuanjia, who is face-saving and loyal.

If these disciples dare to play tricks with him, then we have to ask how many lives they have.

"By the way, President, the weapons you want have been made. Zhang Jin and the others just brought them in. Do you want to go take a look?" Zhao Jian suddenly thought of something and laughed.

Feng Ji's eyes lit up immediately and he said, "Take me to see it."

Yan Si couldn't help but be curious: "President, what kind of weapon did you build?"

Feng Ji smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when you see it."

When several people came to the front yard, they saw many disciples gathered around, and everyone was exclaiming and talking.

"My mom, is this the president's?"

"Who can handle this?"

"Not to mention using your hands, it's hard to pick it up."

"How many pounds does this weigh?"

…

Everyone was talking about it, and suddenly someone shouted, the president is here.

After everyone heard this, they quickly got out of the way.

Feng Ji strode forward and saw in front of everyone a pair of dull shields the size of millstones.

The pair of shields were completely black, with edges cut into them, flashing with a sharp cold light.

On the surface of the shield, sharp steel blades as thick as fingers were cast. When opened from a distance, they looked like a turtle shell covered with iron thorns.

Inside the shield, there are circles of slender steel chains, one end connected to the shield handle, and the other end welded to the metal wrist guard.

Feng Ji suddenly smiled when he saw these two shields.

"Master, this shield was finally made according to the drawing you drew."

Feng Ji smiled and nodded: "Lift it up and let me take a look."

Zhang Jin suddenly showed a wry smile: "Master, you think too highly of me. According to your instructions, this shield is made of high-quality fine steel. The thickest part is nearly ten centimeters and the total weight is one hundred and twenty kilograms. I Where can I lift it?"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows: "Why is it only one hundred and twenty kilograms?"

His strength is now astonishing, reaching ten times that of ordinary people.

One hundred and twenty is too light for him.

However, others were shocked when they heard it.

One hundred and twenty kilograms is still light?

You know, Master Qin's nine-ring sword only weighs less than ten kilograms.

Feng Ji didn't care what others thought. He stepped forward and grabbed the wristband on one side of the chain and put it on his left arm.

The stainless steel chain wrapped around his forearm, and his big hand grasped the handle of the shield.

With a slight lift, the shield, which weighed a hundred and twenty kilograms, was easily lifted into his hand.

Everyone immediately exclaimed.

"Really brought it up!"

"Young Master has great power!"

"The president's arm strength is amazing. If this were on the battlefield, wouldn't it mean that Dian Weilubu was still alive?"

"I feel like the captain is not very satisfied."

"One hundred and twenty kilograms. It's hard for me to carry it, let alone one hand."

…

Amid the discussion, Feng Ji held a shield and waved his arms casually.

Suddenly, the sound of whirring through the air continued to be heard, and the air broke open and buzzed.

Everyone saw only the edge of the shield, the dark and sharp edge glowing with cold light, like the teeth of a terrifying giant beast.

Suddenly, everyone was so frightened that they took a few steps back, fearing that Feng Ji wouldn't be able to hold on and throw them out.

Who can survive if this thing hits them?

Feng Ji sighed slightly, softly.

But he knew that a shield of this size only weighed so much.

If you want to make it heavier, either increase the thickness of the shield or increase the area of ​​the shield.

But no matter which one, it didn't meet his expectations.

If it is thickened, it will affect the cutting of the edge shield blade.

Increasing the area will undoubtedly affect his activities.

Feng Ji turned around and looked at the courtyard, and suddenly said to the disciples in the northwest direction: "Get out of the way."

Hearing this, the disciples hurriedly stepped aside, revealing a rockery in the northwest corner.

The rockery is about five meters away from Feng Ji.

Feng Ji suddenly took a step, exerted force with both feet, and with his waist as the axis and shoulders as the frame, he suddenly twisted his waist and threw his arms!

The left arm suddenly shook, and the palm suddenly released.

"Ugh——!"

A terrifying sound broke through the air, the shield in his hand whirled and whimpered, and bursts flew out!

Wow…

The iron chain was pulled out from the wrist guard, making the sound of iron weapons clashing.

Boom!

The rockery not far away was directly hit by the shield and exploded.

The rocks shot up and collapsed.

Feng Ji shook his hand, and with a crash, the chain shook, and the shield whined and flew back into his hand again.

This shield has an iron chain added to it. After it is smashed out, it looks like a meteor hammer, carrying a huge amount of force.

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh. If the weight were heavier, the power would be stronger.

"With this shield, foreign guns can no longer threaten me. The world is so big that no one can threaten me."

Feng Ji was secretly happy.

In fact, he is not afraid of foreign guns when fighting alone.

The only thing to worry about is a group of people taking turns firing volleys from foreign guns.

In a single fight, with his agility, he can already dodge before his opponent fires a shot.

But a group of people fired volleys with foreign guns, covering a large area and with sufficient firepower. Even he could not dodge them all.

As for the Golden Bell Kung Fu, to be honest, although it can sharpen swords and sharp edges, it is still not good enough when facing foreign guns.

Moreover, the bell cover also has many doors, so it is difficult to block all the bullets.

Feng Ji is already working on collecting other horizontal training skills.

So far, I have only found a few books on Iron Arm Kung Fu, Vajra Leg Kung Fu, and Iron Head Kung Fu.

Right now, we just wait for the attribute points to be accumulated and then directly add points to improve them.

Although he could not break through the ten-point attribute value limit, he could feel that his defense could still grow.

"When can you truly withstand bullets physically, this shield will no longer be needed."

At this time, Feng Ji was immersed in his own imagination and planning.

The Qiang Wuhui disciples in the courtyard had already exploded.

"Oh my god, is the president still a human being?"

"When the shield was thrown out, the rockery was torn apart. If it fell on a person, wouldn't it turn into flesh?"

"No wonder Huo Yuanjia and Mr. Qin will lose. If they meet our president, let alone these two, even if Mr. Guan comes to life, he can't stop them."

"Haha, it's a good thing that we join the Qiangwu Association. If I can practice martial arts like the president, will Widow Xu still dare to slander me?"

"What a bastard. With the president as brave as he is, how can any woman dare to show mercy to you? If she can get out of bed, she can be fucked."

"Hahaha……"

These disciples all come from the bottom of the market, and their conversations contain some dirty jokes.

But Feng Ji didn't like it. He raised his eyes and glanced at the disciples.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura and pressure enveloped them, and the faces of the laughing disciples suddenly changed. They hurriedly stopped their smiles and lowered their heads, not daring to speak any more.

Feng Ji glanced at the crowd and said calmly: "You join our Qiangwu Guild, and you are naturally considered to be my Qiangwu Guild's disciples. I don't have many requirements for you, but one thing is that you respect your master as your father. My words, no matter whether they are right or wrong, I will not I hope some of you don’t comply.”

"If you can't do that, you can leave, but if you really disobey me after I die, don't blame me for not remembering our past friendship. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, President!"

Everyone quickly responded in unison.

Feng Ji smiled slightly, put down his shield, and turned towards the hall.

But at this moment, a disciple suddenly came in a hurry to report.

"President! President, something bad has happened. Officers and soldiers have surrounded our martial arts gym!"