The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Officers and soldiers?"

Feng Ji's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he smiled.

The efficiency of the government was quite fast, and they found the Qiangwu Association so quickly.

That's right, if an ordinary person died, there would probably be no trouble at all.

The one who died now was Hu Jiefen's brother-in-law, so the efficiency was of course faster.

Feng Ji didn't panic at all and said calmly: "Why panic? How many officers and soldiers are there?"

"It looks like there must be a hundred people, each carrying a foreign gun."

Zhang Jin looked at Feng Ji anxiously and asked, "Master, what should I do?"

Feng Ji turned to look at the many disciples of the Qiangwu Association and said, "Remember, you are disciples of the Qiangwu Association."

The panicked expressions of the disciples couldn't help but froze. They felt the coldness in Feng Ji's eyes and realized something. They didn't dare to look at Feng Ji for a while.

Feng Ji ignored these uneasy disciples, but looked at Yan Si and said: "Go and bring out all the weapons in the general hall, one for each person."

Yan Si's expression changed slightly and he couldn't help but said: "President, are you going to...?"

Feng Ji grinned: "The people in the government must know that the Qiangwu Association is not just some dough that can be kneaded by others."

Yan Si nodded slightly, his expression became more solemn, and with a wave of his hand, the people from the Shunyuan Escort Bureau took out their weapons one after another, one for each person.

After a while, a burst of uniform footsteps came from the door.

Yan Zhendong led 20 people into the Qiangwu Association, and the rest surrounded the Qiangwu Association.

With a stern look on his face and a formidable momentum, he entered the Qiangwu Association Hall in a jiffy step.

But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he glanced over and saw that nearly three hundred men wearing Qiang Wuhui uniforms were staring at him, which made him feel a chill in his heart.

He suddenly felt something bad. The number of people in this strong martial arts group seemed to be longer than he thought.

Looking at everyone in the Qiangwu Association holding weapons, my heart became more solemn.

But he is an officer and soldier after all, and with his superb martial arts skills, his courage is naturally not weak.

He stopped and snorted coldly: "The government is doing business, there are other people waiting, get out!"

He gave the order and started to rush out the men.

Some of the Qiangwuhui disciples were timid and subconsciously looked at the other brothers around them.

Nowadays, the people do not fight with the officials, and the common people are naturally afraid of the officials.

Many people subconsciously looked at Feng Ji, waiting for Feng Ji to make the decision.

Feng Ji chuckled, walked out slowly, and said calmly: "This gentleman is very powerful, and the government must be reasonable when doing things. These people are all disciples of my Qiangwu Association, and they practice martial arts in my Qiangwu Association. They are reasonable." It’s legal and they are not the ones who should get out.”

"Be bold!"

Yan Zhendong immediately shouted angrily, his eyes like copper bells, staring at Feng Ji, with a fierce aura, oppressing Feng Ji.

Feng Ji chuckled lightly and remained unmoved: "Thank you."

Seeing that he could not scare Feng Ji, Yan Zhendong could not help but frown and said in a deep voice: "I am the commander-in-chief of the New Army, Yan Zhendong. I have been ordered by Mr. Hu to thoroughly investigate the murder of Master He Sheng'an in Jinmen County. How dare you interfere?" ?”

Feng Ji couldn't help but take a look at this person and asked, "Are you Yan Zhendong?"

Yan Zhendong sneered: "Do you know me?"

Feng Ji asked strangely: "Do you know how to wear iron cloth shirt?"

"good!"

Feng Ji couldn't help but secretly wonder, isn't Yan Zhendong a character in the Huang Feihong movie?

Moreover, when Yan Zhendong appeared on the stage, he was in a very miserable state in Foshan.

Why did he appear in the world of Fearless?

And he became the commander-in-chief of the new army?

Is this not a separate "Fearless" world? Is it actually a world where multiple movies and TV series are mixed together?

Feng Ji was secretly surprised.

When Yan Zhendong saw that Feng Ji was silent, he thought that his reputation had frightened him.

Then he sneered: "It seems that you have heard of me. In this case, you still dare to resist? Where is your president Feng Ji? I want to take him back for questioning."

Feng Ji came back to his senses, looked at Yan Zhendong and said, "I am Feng Ji. If you want to ask anything, just ask it here."

"presumptuous!"

Yan Zhendong yelled and cursed, and instantly the twenty new officers and soldiers behind him raised their guns and aimed at Feng Ji.

"What are you doing!"

"Damn it, you dare to do it!"

In an instant, behind Feng Ji, Zhang Jin immediately drew his sword to protect Feng Ji and roared loudly.

Zhao Jian was not afraid at all, he immediately grabbed a single sword and stood up.

Yan Si and Wang Yuanfu looked at each other, and without much hesitation, they both roared.

"Draw the sword!"

Everyone in the Shunyuan Escort Bureau drew their swords in response, and in an instant, dozens of people stood with their swords drawn, with a fierce momentum.

When the ordinary disciples of the Qiangwu Association saw this, their blood surged up.

I just felt that the senior brothers actually dared to confront the government head-on. They were simply heroes.

Immediately, many people drew their swords and shouted.

"Damn you, I'm afraid of you!"

"What about the government? You can touch our president!"

"I'm going to fucking fight you!"

…

For a time, the strong force of three hundred people was so powerful that it directly overwhelmed the twenty new troops armed with foreign guns.

Yan Zhendong's face was extremely ugly, and the New Army soldiers behind him had never experienced such a battle.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Yan Zhendong raised his hand and fired a shot into the sky.

In an instant, the courtyard became quiet, and many people looked a little afraid.

The rising blood impulse quickly subsided.

Yan Zhendong stared at Feng Ji and said coldly: "Are you going to rebel?"

The crowd was quiet, and some disciples regretted it for a moment.

But at this moment, a loud laugh broke the depressing atmosphere.

Feng Ji grinned: "Hahahaha, rebellion? Mr. Yan is a big hater."

I saw Feng Ji staring at Yan Zhendong and sneered: "As far as I know, you are the new recruits of the small station, right? Master He's death will naturally be investigated by the Yamen. When will it be your turn to enter the city to arrest people?"

"I would like to ask Mr. Yan, as a commander, what qualifications do you have to lead troops into the city?"

"You are a mere general. Today you dare to lead troops to arrest people in Jinmen City. Will you dare to rush into the palace tomorrow?"

"Are we, ordinary people, going to rebel, or are you going to rebel?"

Every question Feng Ji asked made Yan Zhendong's face look uglier.

He knew very well that it was indeed illegal for him to lead troops into the city to arrest people.

In any dynasty, the army cannot enter the city at will without military orders.

It's just that in the chaotic times of the late Qing Dynasty, there are too many chaos and no one can care about it.

The other one, he only brought a hundred people with him, which was not much.

But no matter what, it was indeed against the rules for him to lead the troops into the city alone.

Ordinary ordinary people, how can they expect so much, and the government can't reason with you when they arrest people.

It's a pity that they met Feng Ji. He was unreasonable and wanted to be tough. Feng Ji was really not afraid.

"I am leaving the camp on Master Hu's order..."

"Where's the paperwork?"

Yan Zhendong hesitated for a moment, and then became angry: "Who do you think you are? Do I need to show you my official documents?"

"Come here, get it for me. I want to see who dares to stop it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two soldiers behind him came forward, each holding half of the shackles.

Zhao Jian and Zhang Jin immediately raised their swords and stood in front of Feng Ji.

"Damn it, let me see if any of you dare to touch the president!"

"do not move!"

The two yelled, and the two soldiers immediately hesitated and looked back at Yan Zhendong.

Yan Zhendong was furious. It was the first time he led his troops out to do something, and he unexpectedly encountered such stubborn resistance.

If this were spread back, how would he gain a foothold in the military camp? How would Mr. Hu view himself?

At that moment, my heart was furious and I yelled: "Seeking death!"

But he pushed the two soldiers away, raised his hand and punched Zhao Jian and Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin was shocked, but he had already developed his courage by following Feng Ji in Shandong to kill people.

He gritted his teeth and slashed with anger.

Zhao Jian also roared and slashed at Yan Zhendong's lower body with a knife, trying to force Yan Zhendong back.

The two of them started to attack at the same time, but the next moment, Yan Zhendong was seen punching Zhang Jin on the knife edge without dodging.

With a click, Zhang Jin slashed his fist with the blade of his knife. Unable to see through his skin, he was repulsed by a huge force.

Suddenly Hukou was trembling and he couldn't hold the knife. He staggered back and looked shocked.

"Golden bell?"

Zhang Jin exclaimed subconsciously.

This scene is very similar to the invulnerability of the young master's golden bell.

On the other side, Zhao Jian also swept across with a broadsword, but was kicked casually by Yan Zhendong. With a bang, the broadsword trembled and landed with a clang, sweeping up a large number of sparks.

Zhao Jian had already stepped into Ming Jin, and his strength was astonishing. Although he did not hit the opponent with his sweep, he changed his moves very quickly.

He flipped his wrist, stepped forward and raised the knife.

The blade cut through the air, causing a whimpering sound.

Yan Zhendong suddenly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Ming Jin?"

There is actually a Ming Jin martial artist in this martial arts hall?

And he's not the president, he looks like he's just a follower of Feng Ji?

Yan Zhendong couldn't believe it, how could Master Mingjin succumb to others?

In his shock and anger, he suddenly held Zhao Jian down with his backhand and lifted the blade.

With a bang, the iron cloth shirt's kung fu was activated, causing him to suppress Zhao Jian's blade with a pair of fleshy palms.

Seize the sword with bare hands!

When Zhao Jian saw this, he became furious and lashed out hard.

However, Yan Zhendong practiced the iron cloth shirt with strong force and twisted it hard!

With a click, the thick sword creaked, shattered and twisted!

Zhao Jian immediately abandoned his sword, replaced it with tiger claws, and grabbed Yan Zhen's east door.

Yan Zhendong raised his hand and punched, boom!

The fist collided with the tiger's claw, and Zhao Jian's fingers suddenly shrank in severe pain.

In terms of horizontal Kung Fu training, Iron Shirt is better than Tiger Claw Kung Fu!

Yan Zhendong sneered: "Go away!"

He kicked out and hit Zhao Jian in the chest with a bang.

Suddenly, Zhao Jian couldn't take a breath, his face turned red from holding back, and he stumbled backwards.

Suddenly, a hand from behind supported him, and Zhao Jian's eyes flashed as he saw a shadow of a fist coming out from behind him.

Then there was a terrifying explosion.

The person punched so fast that the violent sound of the punch could not keep up with the speed of his punch!

Zhao Jian suddenly grinned.

Among the Qiangwu Association, there is no one else but the president who can do this!

boom!

There was a loud explosion, and a figure on the opposite side was beaten violently back and knocked away.

The 20-meter-long recruit was staggered by this figure and screamed.

Yan Zhendong didn't react at all. He only felt that the world was spinning, his vision went dark, and he was unconscious.

Others looked over and gasped.

But he saw Feng Ji slowly retracting his fist and supporting Zhao Jian with one hand.

"Yan Zhendong, you can't even catch my punch. Your iron cloth shirt is not perfect."