The heavens: pushing across all realms

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"Ho ho ho, Zhao Jinhuan! Master Zhao! Don't you recognize me so soon?"

Feng Ji carried the crippled Zhouzhuang with one hand and walked over step by step.

The bandits were immediately shocked and turned their heads.

But when they saw Feng Ji covered in blood, holding Master Zhou, a master of plum blossom boxing they knew well, with one hand, they all felt fear in their hearts and subconsciously got out of the way.

The bandits immediately gave way to a passage.

Zhao Jinhuan heard the familiar voice and couldn't help but frown and turned around.

He first glanced at Feng Ji, who was covered in blood and tall, and was slightly startled, but didn't recognize him for a while.

It was true that Feng Ji had changed so much. He was full of vitality, and his height had also increased by seven or eight centimeters. He was completely different from the Feng Ji he had known at the beginning.

Zhao Jinhuan could not recognize Feng Ji, but he recognized Zhouzhuang.

Seeing the miserable state of Zhouzhuang, he suddenly became furious and shouted: "Who are you? How dare you touch my people?"

Feng Ji laughed strangely: "Master Zhao is really a noble man who forgets things. Why, there are too many targets to rob? You don't even recognize me, your apprentice who has learned boxing with you for a day?"

He walked step by step, his aura becoming more powerful and terrifying.

Everyone was shocked, and Zhouzhuang couldn't help shouting: "Leader, he is the young master of the Feng family!"

Zhao Jinhuan was immediately shocked and looked Feng Ji up and down: "Are you Feng Ji?"

Feng Ji laughed and said with cold eyes: "Ho ho ho, Master Zhao, aren't you going to take advantage of my happy day to rob and kill people? Why don't you even recognize me as the groom?"

"You...why do you look like this?" Zhao Jinhuan asked subconsciously with a surprised look on his face.

Then he looked at Zhouzhuang again, frowned and said, "Who beat you like this? Did the Feng family hire a master?"

He subconsciously looked around and became alert.

Obviously, he had not thought that the murderer was right in front of him.

Feng Ji grinned, threw Zhouzhuang away, twisted his neck, and was about to speak.

But Zhouzhuang suddenly rolled around on the ground, away from Feng Ji, and shouted at the same time: "Master, be careful, it was this kid who hurt me. This kid is very hidden, and his skills are not inferior to yours!"

His roar made Zhao Jinhuan look stunned.

Pointing at Feng Ji, he said in surprise: "Just him?"

Feng Ji ignored Zhouzhuang, but grinned, showing his white teeth, and said: "Zhao Jinhuan, our Feng family treats you well. I have sincerely worshiped you as my teacher and treated you as a guest at our table."

"You were wanted by the imperial court and hid in Tibet. You fled from Jizhou to Cangzhou and all the way to Caozhou. My father invited you to come to my house to teach boxing because I wanted to learn martial arts."

"Ho ho ho, but I never thought that you would actually lead a wolf into the house. You would actually collude with the bandits, rush into the city, and destroy my Feng family?"

"Zhao Jinhuan, is this how you save people from misery?"

"Is this how you rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty?"

"Is this how the White Lotus Sect teaches you to be ungrateful?"

Every time he said a word, he took a step forward. When he was less than two meters away from Zhao Jinhuan, his momentum had reached its peak!

Zhao Jinhuan's face darkened, and his eyes showed surprise.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Zhao actually made a mistake. Master Feng turned out to be a master of hiding things."

Watching this scene, Monkey Fist master Wen Biao couldn't help but take a look at Feng Ji, thinking to himself that he was such a mighty young man.

His younger brother Wen Bao couldn't help but ask: "Brother, is this kid really that powerful? Then Zhao Jinhuan is not even afraid of you."

Wen Biao shook his head and whispered: "This guy is a master. Look at what he said just now. It seems like he was scolding Zhao Jinhuan, but in fact it was to build up momentum."

"In a duel between masters, in addition to kung fu, it also depends on the right time and place."

"It's like the art of war. One side has high momentum and the other side is a guilty thief. If they have the same strength, the guilty thief will definitely be defeated. At such a young age, this boy actually knows how to use his strength to win over people and is well versed in the art of war. He deserves to be called 'awesome'!" "

Wen Bao was stunned and muttered: "Is it so mysterious?"

Wen Biao shook his head and said, "I told you to practice more boxing and spend less time on foreigners, but you just don't listen."

While the two were talking, Zhao Jinhuan also understood what Feng Ji was doing.

He was not afraid at all and laughed: "Feng Ji, remember that you once learned boxing from me and called me master. I tell you the truth, your Feng family deserves to die!"

"Qing Gou is corrupt and incompetent. He imposes excessive taxes and oppresses the people. Where did the wealth of your Feng family come from? Isn't it all the fat and oil scraped from the people?"

"Aren't you panicking with this money?"

"If that's all, that's fine, but you still transport food to foreign religions and collude with foreigners!"

"How many Shandong people are out there who have no clothes to wear and no food to eat. But you give food to those foreign devils who invaded China!"

"Destroy your Feng family. My surname is Zhao. I am doing justice for heaven!"

His voice was like thunder, and the more he spoke, the stronger his momentum became.

These words were spoken not only for Feng Ji to hear, but also for himself.

This is to strengthen his belief and punch without regrets and without hesitation!

If you are not firm about your actions and what you do, you will naturally not accomplish it!

The same goes for killing people, and the same goes for doing things.

Feng Ji suddenly laughed ferociously after hearing these unreasonable words.

"Hahahaha, what a Zhao Jinhuan, what a White Lotus sect, and the robbery also makes sense."

"You hate foreigners and Qinggu. Why don't you go directly to the foreigners and the government?"

"Why don't you extend your butcher knife to those dignitaries? Why don't you kill those foreigners who are above you?"

"Instead of taking it out on my Feng family and businessmen like the Liu family and Zhang family?"

"Kill them and you can fight back the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty? Can you drive away the foreigners?"

"I bother!"

"Zhao Jinhuan, you keep saying it nicely, but in fact, you are just afraid of foreign guns and the suppression of the imperial court."

"A bunch of cowardly and incompetent people who only dare to swing their swords at the weak. Are you a waste like you worthy of talking nonsense here?"

Zhao Jinhuan was immediately furious, as if Feng Ji had revealed his mind, and roared: "You are looking for death!"

He yelled loudly, stepped forward suddenly, thrust his right shoulder angrily, and violently hit with a horizontal fist!

Golden bell - a toast from the overlord!

Feng Ji suddenly laughed ferociously, without fear at all, and stamped the ground with both feet!

With a bang, the bricks on the floor roared and shattered.

Feng Ji also slumped his shoulders, threw his arms, punched his fists, and laughed wildly: "The Overlord is toasting? I can do it too!"

boom--!

The two of them each punched, and the punches roared violently, the air exploded, and there was a terrifying roar.

The posture, punching path, and blood walking path are exactly the same between the two!

Only in terms of momentum, Feng Ji was more fierce and determined!

Obviously, in the verbal exchange just now, Feng Ji's momentum has overwhelmed Zhao Jinhuan!

At this time, the two fists collided, and Zhao Jinhuan laughed wildly: "Head-on confrontation? You little beast, you don't know how high the sky is!"

He was so proficient in Jinzhongzhao that even when he was fighting against Wen Biao just now, Wen Biao didn't dare to confront him head-on.

This Feng Ji actually dared to confront him head-on. Wasn't he looking for death?

Bang——!

There was a dull roar, and the two fists smashed together instantly!

At this moment, Zhao Jinhuan's expression changed drastically!