The heavens: pushing across all realms

Feng Ji took Zhang Shurong, followed by Uncle Gui and Uncle He. They quickly walked out of the back alley, but as soon as they walked out, they saw several strong bandits coming towards them.

The leader narrowed his eyes, held a single sword in his hand, and cursed in his mouth: "You bunch of trash, a dude practiced boxing for a few days, and he scared you like this. Damn it, don't tell people that you are I am Duan Ermi’s person!”

This person is none other than Duan Ermi, who came in a hurry.

He was leading people to break into Zhang's house, but he didn't want Du San's people to come and report, saying that there was a master at the back door and he couldn't stop him.

He was immediately furious. At this time, the front door had been breached, and naturally he could not let anyone escape through the back door.

He immediately led a group of people and rushed to the back door.

The younger brother on the side hurriedly explained: "Boss, it's not that brothers are useless. Brother Du San said, that man has practiced Ming Jin. I don't know what Ming Jin is, but that kid's fists are so powerful that they break bones when he touches them." , it bleeds when rubbed, and now Brother Du San and the others are pestering him."

"What the hell do you think you do? What do you know about Ming Jin? I've been practicing Baguazhang for so many years and I haven't mastered Ming Jin yet. Why do you think you're a master of Ming Jin? Are you a big cabbage?"

"That kid has only learned kung fu from the leader for a few days. What skills can he have?"

"Du San, this bitch, wait until I slap him in the face."

He narrowed his eyes and cursed before rushing into the back alley and met Feng Ji and the others head-on.

He looked stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Stop!"

The boy on the side suddenly became excited: "Boss, that's him! He's the boy named Feng!"

Duan Ermi looked at Feng Ji and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, secretly thinking that he was a burly man.

However, he was puzzled. Didn't he know about the Feng family during this period? According to rumors, wasn't Feng Ji a dandy?

I heard that a few days ago, I was having sex with a prostitute in Chunfeng Tower, and I was knocked unconscious.

Why does it look like now that Feng Ji is not only tall and powerful, but also stable and not frivolous at all?

Confused, he shouted: "Are you Feng Ji?"

Feng Ji also looked at Duan Ermi.

But I saw that this Ermi was not tall, just over 1.7 meters tall. In this era, he was considered to be above the average height.

This man's arms were very long, and the hands holding a single sword were covered with calluses. It looked like he had been practicing martial arts for many years.

Looking at this person's face, he has dark skin, a mustache, and slightly narrowed eyes, giving people a sinister feeling like a poisonous snake.

A money rattail is wrapped around his neck, and his muscles are not very obvious. He has the typical lines of a martial arts practitioner.

People who practice boxing, unlike bodybuilding, do not have blocky muscles all over their body, but streamlined muscle lines with extremely strong explosive power.

Some people who practice martial arts even look like they are full of fat, which is the standard fat-covered flesh. Such people are more powerful.

Feng Ji looked at this person and narrowed his eyes, already guessing his identity.

"Are you Duan Ermi?"

"Hey, good boy, he is braver than the losers of the Zhang family. He can still stand still when he hears my name. Where are Du San and the others?"

"Who is Du San?"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows. Of course he didn't know who Du San was.

Duan Ermi snorted coldly and stopped talking nonsense. He raised his sword and said: "Boy, your fate is not good today. You met me. Don't worry. After you die, your father and mother will go down to accompany you. Don't worry." Let’s hit the road.”

After saying that, he waved his hand, and immediately the boys behind him rushed over with roars.

It's just that the alley is narrow, and they seem to be outnumbered, rushing up in a swarm.

However, no more than two or three people were able to rush forward, and the rest were blocked.

Feng Ji grinned. This terrain was more suitable for fighting alone. He was tall and blocked in the alley, enough to protect Uncle He and Uncle Gui behind him.

"Ho ho ho..."

With a sneer, Feng Ji jumped up like a tiger, stretched out his arms, turned his five fingers into claws, and clawed out with a sudden roar.

A fierce tiger pounces on a rabbit, two arms pressing down like the pillars of the sky, and big hands like cattail fans whistling down.

With his height advantage, this attack shows off the power of a tiger.

The two robbers who were charging across were terrified. They roared subconsciously and slashed Feng Ji's hand with his knife.

With two bang bang sounds, the blade fell on Feng Ji's hand, and Feng Ji didn't even retract his arm.

Instead, he held the blade and pressed it down with a bang!

His five fingers instantly pressed the blade, and he grabbed the two robbers directly in front of their faces.

The fingers bent and instantly penetrated into the bandit's skin.

As Feng Ji pulled his arms downwards suddenly, the two pieces of dough were torn off alive!

In an instant, the two bandits started wailing and screaming.

Feng Ji laughed ferociously, and slapped his left and right palms with his five fingers carrying the torn off flesh.

Bang bang!

The heads of the two robbers split open instantly, bleeding from all the orifices, and they died!

Feng Ji's momentum continued, and he slammed out with a shoulder thrust!

The third style of the golden bell, the overlord toasts!

In an instant, a robber on the other side suffered a dented and fractured sternum. He flew backwards as if he had been hit by a train.

The thieves behind them were knocked upside down.

Feng Ji fired out his arms again, the second form of the Golden Bell, and the two eagles flew together!

boom! boom!

Ming Jin exploded, and in an instant, two more bandits had their necks broken by a punch, and they fell down strangely hanging on their shoulders.

Feng Jisha's rise was like a mad tiger, using the Tiger Claw Kung Fu, the Golden Bell Cover, and the Plum Blossom Stake one after another.

The dozen or so bandits, except for a few steps forward at the beginning, kept retreating for the rest of the time.

Feng Ji beat more than a dozen people by himself, and the enemies he killed were frightened and screamed in agony.

Duan Ermi, who was at the entrance of the alley, was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"Golden bell?"

He saw that a bandit had clearly slashed Feng Ji's body, but Feng Ji was unscathed and his skin was not even broken!

In addition, Feng Ji continued to perform tricks such as Double Eagles Flying Together, Overlord's Toast, and Lao Jun ascended the throne.

He immediately understood that this was the leader's golden bell skill!

But didn’t the leader say that this kid only learned the golden bell from him for one day?

"Is it possible that Zhao Jinhuan wants to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

Duan Ermi's heart skipped a beat when he thought of this possibility.

They became disciples of Zhao Jinhuan and joined the White Lotus Sect, but their brothers still respected them and did not obey Zhao Jinhuan's orders.

In this plan, Zhao Jinhuan did not choose the Zhang family and the Feng family to take action, but went to the Liu family.

Could it be that Zhao Jinhuan had known for a long time that Feng Ji had mastered the Golden Bell Mask and deliberately pitted himself and Yue Migong against this person?

Do you want to use Feng Ji's help to eliminate yourself and Yue Migong? So as to occupy Erlong Mountain?

The more Duan Ermi thought about it, the more likely it became, and he felt frightened and angry.

He immediately roared: "Everyone, stand down and let me come!"

He raised his sword and scolded everyone.

The bandits didn't even need to be scolded by him, they had already fled the alley in droves.

Just kidding, that guy surnamed Feng is invulnerable, just like a monster. He will die if he goes up to him. Who dares to continue fighting?

Feng Ji had already rushed out of the alley and looked at Duan Ermi.

Duan Ermi couldn't help but feel solemn in his heart when he saw his astonishing momentum and murderous intent.

"Don't be afraid, even if this kid has practiced the Golden Bell Shield, he has definitely not mastered it. How old is he? Even if he tries hard, he cannot be as strong as Zhao Jinhuan. He has many shields on his body, so he must not be fully trained."

He had followed Zhao Jinhuan, so he naturally understood the Golden Bell Mask Kung Fu and knew the location of some of the Golden Bell Mask's doors.

Thinking of this, he became more courageous, and the fear caused by Feng Ji who was covered in blood was somewhat diluted.

But before that, he still wanted to ask clearly.

Then he pointed his sword at Feng Ji and shouted, "Boy, who did you learn this golden bell mask from?"