The heavens: pushing across all realms

Feng Ji remained calm, put a piece of fragrant meat into his mouth, and said with a smile: "This meat tastes good, you guys have a try."

Wang Xianliang understood and immediately said with a smile: "I'll have a taste."

The three of them pretended not to know anything and drank tea and ate meat.

At this time, the Shaolin monk Yuan Hui stood up and walked near Feng Ji and the others.

But I saw him clasping his hands together, smiling and saying: "Amitabha, several donors, and the poor monk Shaolin Yuanhui, I would like to ask some of you to help me."

Feng Ji glanced at him and said nothing.

Niu boldly said immediately: "Hey, monk, if you want to ask for food, don't talk."

Yuanhui wasn't angry either. He just smiled and said, "The donor misunderstood. The poor monks want to buy a horse from the third place. Can you please make it easier for me?"

"Of course, the money will not be missing three donors."

As he said that, he took out several gold ingots, each of which was heavy, probably more than ten taels.

This adds up to thirty taels.

You know, thirty taels of gold is a lot of money.

Generally, the price of a horse is about 60,000 to 70,000 copper coins, which is equivalent to 6,70 taels of gold.

Thirty taels of gold was more than enough to buy inferior horses like Feng Ji and others.

Feng Ji glanced at Yuan Hui, couldn't help but smile, and said: "The Shaolin sect is really rich, and everything is gold. Haha, let me tell you, what are the people in the world doing farming? Why don't they all become monks? never mind."

Niu DaDang immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha, brother Feng, what you said makes sense. How can you make money by farming as a monk? But I heard that the Shaolin Temple doesn't accept everyone. Those who don't have money at home will It’s not rare to receive it.”

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Oh? Is there such a thing? Does Shaolin accept disciples based on their worth?"

Niu Dadan smiled and said: "Isn't that right? Look at the people in this world who can join Shaolin and become Shaolin lay disciples. Who is not a respectable person?"

"Not to mention the nearest one is the Longmen Escort Bureau which was exterminated ten years ago. Aren't they the Shaolin lay disciples?"

Wang Xianliang also smiled half-heartedly and said: "I heard that Du Dajin's last escort from the Longmen Escort Bureau was worth thousands of gold. Hehe, it's a pity that the money was taken with one's life, but not spent with one's life. If I lost the escort, my whole family would be dead."

In the past ten years, the famous decent sects headed by the six major sects in the world have had serious grievances with the Sky Eagle Sect.

In order to trace Xie Xun's whereabouts, the Shaolin Sect has killed many Tianying Cult disciples over the years.

Naturally, there are many Ziwei Hall disciples among them.

So as soon as Wang Xianliang and Niu boldly opened their mouths, they directly mocked the bald donkey.

When Monk Yuanhui saw their refusal, he became angry.

When Feng Ji mocked his Shaolin sect, he became even more angry.

At this time, when I heard Niu DaDang singing with Wang Xianliang again and mentioned the tragedy of Longmen Escort Bureau, his expression suddenly changed!

"How brave, who are you!?"

Yuan Hui shouted sharply, suddenly stretched out a hand, and suddenly grabbed the nearest Niu DaDang!

Niu DaDang was well prepared. He immediately stepped back, kicked over the stool and threw it at Yuan Hui.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Hui's inner strength was so great that he punched out casually. With a bang, the stool exploded instantly, and sawdust flew everywhere.

He was extremely fast, and with a Skanda Palm, he slapped Niu Dadan's chest fiercely.

Niu DaDa practiced horizontal kung fu, how could he know qing kung fu?

He was caught up in an instant, and the palm was about to fall.

Yuan Hui suddenly stopped her hand, turned around and struck behind her.

Bang!

Hearing a muffled explosion, Wang Xianliang staggered and took a few steps back before releasing the power of Yuan Hui's Wei Tuo palm.

He looked ugly and said coldly: "What a Shaolin Skanda Palm!"

Yuan Hui's expression was cold: "So you are members of the Sky Eagle Sect!"

When he took action just now, he had already seen the flying eagle pattern under the bold sleeves.

The six major sects and the Sky Eagle Sect have been fighting for ten years, so they naturally know that the followers of the Sky Eagle Sect will embroider such a flying eagle on their sleeves.

At this time, several other Shaolin monks also reacted and surrounded Feng Ji and the others.

One of them even yelled: "Why don't you just capture the demon sect demon without a fight?"

Niu Dadan and Wang Xianliang subconsciously stood next to Feng Ji, one on the left and the other on the right.

Feng Ji slowly took the last bite of the fragrant meat, then clapped his hands, stood up, and said: "They say that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin. I would like to see if Shaolin's martial arts is really that powerful."

A young monk sneered: "My Shaolin martial arts is not great. How can you, the undercover rats, not know? You have been hiding here and there for all these years. Aren't you just afraid of us?"

Feng Ji suddenly burst into laughter: "Hide your head and show your tail? Hahahaha, do you think we are hiding from you?"

He shook his head and laughed.

"Isn't it?" The monk sneered.

Feng Ji sneered: "Are you worthy?"

Niu boldly scolded: "Our religion is to fight against the violent elements. The rebels are revolting, so their actions are naturally secretive. Otherwise, how can you, the so-called noble and upright people, be worthy of being avoided by our Tianying Sect?"

"Brother, what do you say to these demon sect monsters? If you catch them, you might be able to find out where Bai Guishou is!" a Shaolin monk yelled.

At that moment, four Shaolin monks swarmed over and rushed over.

Wang Xianliang and Niu Dadan fought against each other, and the two sides fought back and forth.

On Feng Ji's side, Monk Yuan Hui clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, my fists and feet have no eyes. This poor monk is unwilling to act rashly. You should abolish your martial arts."

Feng Ji smiled, there are too many monks in Shaolin Temple who are hypocritical.

The monk opened his mouth and asked himself to abolish his martial arts.

Don't they know that in this world, what's the difference between abolishing martial arts and being disabled?

If a warrior abandons his martial arts, he might as well die.

At this time, the last young monk had already rushed towards Feng Ji, about one meter away from Feng Ji, and suddenly hit Feng Ji in the chest with a long punch!

The sound of fists pierced the air and made a sharp sound.

Although this young monk is not very old, he has also developed internal strength.

Although it is not deep enough, it is still quite powerful, and it is comparable to that of a third-rate person.

Bang!

The young monk punched Feng Ji in the chest.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound.

Feng Ji did not dodge or dodge. Feeling the depth of the other party's internal power, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "With this little ability, how dare you come out and embarrass yourself?"

"you--"

The young monk was shocked. He had already mastered Shaolin Luohan Fist. With this punch, he could at least break through a piece of solid wood, not to mention cracking stone monuments.

How come hitting this person has no effect?

The other party didn't even move?

"Monk, you punch me, and I punch you. Is that fair?"

Feng Ji grinned, revealing his white teeth, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour.

He opened his palms and suddenly grasped them violently.

The moment the five fingers grasped it, because the speed was so fast, the air in the palm did not even have time to escape, and a low sonic boom instantly emitted!

The air flow escaped from between his fingers, and he had already clenched his palm into a fist!

Such a terrifying scene made the young monk stand frozen on the spot.

When Yuan Hui saw this, her pupils shrank immediately, she stamped the ground violently, her figure was like thunder, and she rushed over in an instant, shouting: "Huifeng, get out of the way!"

He shouted loudly, and people rushed behind the monk named Huifeng, and yanked Huifeng's shoulder hard, trying to drag him back!

But at this moment, only a loud roar was heard in the air.

The terrifying fist wind is coming.

Huifeng's body was pulled back quickly by Yuan Hui, and he retreated several meters in the blink of an eye.

However, the terrifying fist style never stopped at all.

But Feng Ji suddenly kicked the ground with his right leg. In an instant, the ground exploded with holes, turf splashed, and soil flew.

Feng Ji shot out like a meteorite.

His face was cold and he shouted: "Stay!"

boom!

But when his punch exploded, the terrifying airflow turned into a fierce fist wind, tearing the air with a roar.

Before the punch came, the clothes of the young monk named Huifeng exploded, the skin on his chest trembled wildly, and the layers of flesh were rippled by the wind of the punch!

Bang——!

The fist landed on the monk's chest, and there was an astonishing muffled sound.

Monk Yuan Hui felt his arm holding Huifeng's shoulder tremble suddenly.

His body flew backwards at an uncontrollable speed.

With a bang, he and Huifeng collided directly with the tea shop tables and chairs, and fell into the ruins.

Monk Yuanhui couldn't believe it and looked at Huifeng hurriedly.

But they saw Huifeng's eyes widened, his face full of fear, and he had already died of anger.

Monk Yuanhui trembled all over and looked down at Huifeng's chest.

His pupils suddenly tightened, and he saw a bloody hole appeared in his apprentice's chest!

The internal organs and bones inside are clearly visible, and you can even see the grass under the wound!

"Huifeng!"

Yuan Hui screamed miserably, and her eyes instantly turned red.

It turned out that this punch actually penetrated Huifeng's chest!

Yuan Hui suddenly raised her head and looked at Feng Ji angrily.

Feng Ji slowly shook his hand and shook away the blood stains.

He smiled and said: "One punch for another, it's fair."

"Who are you!"

Fang Hui stared at Feng Ji, wishing she could kill Feng Ji with her eyes!

Feng Ji grinned: "Sky Eagle Sect, Ziwei Hall, Feng Ji!"

Yuan Hui gritted her teeth, but she couldn't think of this person.

At this time, the two Shaolin monks who were fighting against Niu DaDang and Wang Xianliang had already stopped and retreated.

Their eyes were red, and one of them cried: "Senior Brother Huifeng!"

"Master, senior brother, he...he..."

Yuan Hui put down the body and shouted quickly: "You two leave first!"

"Master!"

"Walk!"

The two disciples of the Hui generation had red eyes, gritted their teeth, turned around and ran away.

Feng Ji shook his head slightly: "Did I let you go?"

Immediately, he raised his foot and crushed it. A stone hidden in the soil on the ground was exposed. Then Feng Ji kicked the stone violently with his iron leg skills.

With a whine, the stones shot out like arrows.

Yuan Hui was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly took out his palm and hit the stone with all his strength.

puff--!

The stone shot through his palm instantly, and with the remaining strength, he continued to shoot at the back of the head of an escaped Shaolin disciple.

"careful!"

Yuan Hui ignored the pain that pierced the palm of her hand and roared in anger.

But it was too late, the stone hit the Shaolin disciple in the back of the head with a bang.

Just hearing a scream, the Shaolin disciple's head exploded, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.

Another disciple heard the screams and turned around quickly, only to see such a terrifying scene.

He was immediately frightened and shouted: "Senior brother!"

Immediately he turned around and shouted: "Demon cult monsters, you must die a happy death - ah!"

Before he finished speaking, another stone shot directly into his mouth. In an instant, his head exploded, and yellow and white things flew everywhere.

When Yuan Hui saw this scene, her eyes widened with shock and anger on her face. She turned around suddenly and yelled: "Devil Cult Demon, I will fight with you!"

He jumped up, running with all the energy in his body, pouring it into his palms, and hit Feng Ji fiercely.

It is Shaolin Skanda Palm!

As one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, Skanda Palm is extremely powerful and extremely difficult to master.

Yuan Hui has been practicing this skill for no less than twenty years and has become extremely proficient.

This palm movement is full of strength, and when the palm force is emptied, there is a thunderous roar in the air.

The palm wind roared all around, tearing the air, and slapped violently!

Feng Ji's eyes lit up and he grinned: "Well done!"

But seeing that he didn't dodge, he also used the power of his palms to fight back!

But I saw that his hands were like iron, with a strong and powerful energy, covering both palms.

Thirteen Taibao——Iron Palm Kung Fu!

The two palms met and collided violently.

In an instant, both palms clashed, and the air shook violently!

The air flow centered on the palms of the two people and suddenly exploded in all directions.

The airflow is like circular ripples, visible to the naked eye!

It wasn't until a few tenths of a second that the roar exploded!

The delay in this sound was only caused by the two of them moving their palms too quickly and the internal force against the explosion being too strong!

Bang——!

A violent sound came, and Niu DaDa stared at this scene with his eyes wide open.

But he saw that the bald donkey's arms exploded directly, just like the original Xi Datong.

In an instant, pieces of flesh and blood exploded, shooting in all directions.

Compared with Xi Datong, this bald donkey's internal strength was obviously slightly stronger, but his wrists began to explode and shatter.

The forearm was comminutedly fractured, and the fleshy stump was still hanging from the elbow.

Yuan Hui's face turned pale instantly, and Feng Ji's powerful internal force penetrated his body instantly.

His five internal organs and lungs trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He rowed on the ground for more than ten meters and hit a tree with a bang.

The big tree trembled violently, but finally failed to hold on and collapsed with a crunch.

Yuan Hui's body slowly leaned against the broken tree, slipped and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he stared at Feng Ji.

All the internal organs in his body were torn apart, and he managed to stay alive with a breath of inner breath.

"Henglian... Dacheng..."

He pursed his lips and uttered these four words.

Feng Ji walked up to him and said calmly: "How does it compare to your Shaolin "Indestructible Body"?"

He opened Yuan Hui's clothes and found a gold ingot.

Yuan Hui spurted out another mouthful of blood, and with her last breath, she said, "Evil...devil...heretic!"

Feng Ji immediately sneered, stood up, and said, "Is your Shaolin Kung Fu the only one that is authentic in the world?"

"You claim to be upright, but I haven't seen how many people you rescued and how many Mongolian Tatars you killed. Is this what you call compassion?"

Fang Hui said nothing, but stared at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows and touched his neck, only to realize that Yuan Hui was already dead.

At that moment, he couldn't help but shook his head: "What nonsense are you talking to a dead man?"

He turned around and walked away, saying: "Niu DaDa, search the other bald donkeys to see if they have any money."

"Okay!"

Niu DaDa smiled and immediately started searching.

Wang Xianliang also took the initiative to help. The two rummaged through the remaining corpses and found dozens of taels of silver and two slings of copper coins.

Niu Dangdang couldn't help mentioning the body of the Shaolin monk and cursed: "These bald donkeys have so much money!"

Wang Xianliang also looked disdainful and said: "Hmph, even a monk of the Yuan generation can carry so much silver with him. This Shaolin Temple is the richest sect in the world."

"Damn it, our brothers on the front line, how many of us dug up all the wild vegetables and ate them all, and fought with the Mongolian Tatars on hungry stomachs. These people don't have to do anything. They can make a lot of money just by eating fast and chanting Buddha. They should be damned .”

Wang Xianliang was also filled with resentment: "The Mongolian Tatars should be allowed to destroy these so-called noble sects first!"

Feng Ji had already expected that the monk would not be engaged in production, but would eat fast and chant Buddha's name. In troubled times, he would occupy a large amount of fertile land and be naturally wealthy.

A place like Shaolin Temple, which has been inherited for thousands of years, has trained a large number of warrior monks and has a high status in the world.

In order to get involved with the Shaolin sect, many high-ranking officials have to spend money to become disciples of the sect and become lay disciples.

Can Shaolin Temple have no money?

In fact, all the major sects in the world are local bullies.

Some sects' words are even more effective than those of the local government.

I heard that when the people over there in Huashan had grievances, they did not even go to the government, but asked the heroes of Huashan to make the decision.

In this case, the major factions are naturally not short of money.

Of course, when it comes to wealth, the six major factions are not the richest.

The richest ones are sects such as the Sea Sand Sect and the Giant Whale Gang.

They controlled the Central Plains water veins, land transportation, overseas trade, salt and iron business, and were involved in everything.

In terms of making money, the six major sects are really inferior to these sects.

Of course, this is the world of martial arts after all, and strength comes first.

Although sects such as the Sea Sand Sect, the Giant Whale Gang, and the Divine Fist Sect make money, they cannot hold on without a master in charge.

Although the Sky Eagle Sect has no money, it has many masters and can still fight with these sects for ten years.

Xie Xun even killed the leaders of these sects at the Wangpanshan Sword Showing Ceremony.

It can be seen that in this world, money is not as important as fists.

Martial arts is the first, and big fists are the truth.

If it weren't for dealing with the Mongolian Tatars, the Sky Eagle Sect would really be able to sweep through all the major gangs in the south of the Yangtze River.

Of course, if there were no Mongolian Tatars, there would not be so many people joining the Sky Eagle Cult.

One drink and one peck makes sense.

Feng Ji casually dropped a handful of money and said to the old man and girl who were so frightened that they got under the table: "Old man, the broken things belong to us. You can keep the money. Pack your things and leave here as soon as possible."

The old man didn't dare to talk, he was trembling under the table.

Feng Ji didn't pay attention to him. He got on his horse and said to Wang Xianliang and Niu Daanda: "Let's go to Xuancheng immediately."

"Emei and Shaolin are definitely not the first ones. It seems that the whereabouts of our Bai Tan Master has really been leaked."

Wang Xianliang also got on his horse and said immediately: "Are we going to intervene?"

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Why not? Aren't the Waiwutan members of the Tianying Sect?"

Niu Dadan couldn't help but said: "Since the hall master disappeared, the people in Xuanwu Altar don't want to see our Ziwei Hall. Why save them?"

Feng Ji said calmly: "If we want to do big things, we can't just focus on Ziwei Hall."

"Since we want to fight the Mongols, we naturally need helpers. In the past, they looked down on Ziweitang and didn't give the brothers of Ziweitang a good look. That's because our Ziweitang is weak."

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. There is nothing to say in this."

"But since Ziweitang will be in charge of me from now on, no one can look down on us anymore."

"If we save him today, he will remember our kindness, and Xuanwu Altar will be able to stand on our side."

"In the future, even if the leader does not agree with me taking control of Ziwei Hall, I will still have to ask the brothers below if they agree."

Wang Xianliang was thoughtful and looked at Feng Ji with brighter and more admiring eyes.

Niu boldly scratched his head and asked, "What if he doesn't remember our kindness?"

"Ho ho ho, let's just pretend that he died in Wang Panshan ten years ago!"

Damn, I stayed up all night to finish today's two chapters. Then I looked at the monthly ticket, and it was already one thousand and one? Are you trying to force me to death? (cry)