The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 37 One-on-one against the gangsters (please collect!)
Feng Ji led Zhang Shurong, followed by Uncle Gui and Uncle He, and they quickly left the back alley, but just as they came out, they saw several burly bandits coming towards them.

The leader squinted his eyes, held a single knife in his hand, and cursed in his mouth: "You bastards, a dude who practiced boxing for a few days scared you like this, damn it, don't tell people that you are I am a second-sighted person!"

This person is Duan Ermi who hurried over.

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

He was furious immediately, at this time the front door had been breached, so he naturally couldn't allow people to escape through the back door.

He immediately led a group of people towards the back door.

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

"Fuck your mother, what kind of Ming Jin do you know, you bastard? I haven't developed Ming Jin after practicing Baguazhang for so many years. What do you mean by being a master of Ming Jin? Chinese cabbage?"

"That kid just learned kung fu from the leader for a few days, what skills can he have?"

"Du San, that bastard, see if I don't slap him in a while."

He squinted and cursed, and rushed into the back alley, and met Feng Ji and the others head-on.

Immediately, he was stunned, and then frowned: "Stop!"

The younger brother at the side suddenly became excited: "Boss, it's him! He is the kid named Feng!"

Duan Ermi sized Feng Ji up, raised his eyebrows, and thought to himself what a burly man.

But he was puzzled, he hadn't learned about the situation of the Feng family during this period of time, and it was rumored that this Feng Ji was not a prodigal son?

I heard that a few days ago, he was having sex with someone in Chunfeng Building and was beaten unconscious.

Why does it look like this Feng Ji is not only tall and powerful, but also stable, without any sense of vanity.

Confused, he shouted, "You are Feng Ji?"

Feng Ji also sized up Duan Ermi.

But I saw that this Ermei was not tall, just over 1.7 meters tall, which was considered to be above average height in this era.

This person's arms are very long, and the hand holding the single knife is covered with calluses. It looks like he has practiced martial arts all year round.

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

A money rattail is wrapped around his neck, and his muscles are not obvious, which is a typical line feeling of a martial arts practitioner.

People who practice boxing are different from bodybuilders. They don't have massive muscles all over their body, but streamlined muscle lines with extremely strong explosive power.

Some people who practice martial arts even look full of fat, which is a standard fat-covered meat. This kind of person is more powerful.

Feng Ji squinted his eyes at this person, and already guessed his identity.

"Are you Duan Ermi?"

"Hey, good boy, he has more guts than the Zhang family's trash. Hearing my name, he can still stand still. What about 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, stopped talking nonsense, raised his sword, and said: "Boy, your life is not good today, and you met Lao Tzu, don't worry, after you die, your father and mother will go down to accompany you, don't worry Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and immediately the younger brothers behind him rushed over with roars.

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

However, there are no more than two or three people who are side by side rushing forward, and the rest are blocked.

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

"Ho ho ho..."

With a sneer, Feng Ji leaped like a tiger, stretched out his arms, his five fingers formed into claws, and suddenly whizzed and grabbed it out.

A tiger pounces on a rabbit, two arms are pressed down like a pillar of the sky, and a big hand like a cattail fan is pressed down with a whistling.

With his height advantage, this pounce shows the momentum of a tiger.

The two bandits charging opposite were terrified, subconsciously roared and swung their knives, smashing Feng Ji's palm.

With two bangs, the blade landed on Feng Ji's palm, and Feng Ji didn't even retract his arm.

Instead, he held the blade and pressed it down!

The five fingers pressed the blade instantly, and directly grabbed the faces of the two bandits.

He bent his finger and instantly pierced into the bandit's skin.

As Feng Ji's arms were torn down violently, the two skins were torn off alive!

All of a sudden, the two robbers howled and screamed.

Feng Ji let out a grin, and clapped his left and right palms with his five fingers carrying the torn flesh.

Bang bang!

The heads of the two robbers split open instantly, bleeding from the seven orifices, and they died!
Feng Ji's charge continued unabated, and he slammed out with a shoulder!
The third form of the golden bell cover, the overlord toasts!
In an instant, a bandit on the opposite side suffered a fractured sternum, as if he had been hit by a train, and flew upside down.

The bandits behind were thrown off their feet.

Feng Ji blasted out his arms again, the golden bell cover took the second form, and the two eagles flew together!

boom!boom!
Ming Jin blasted the air, and in an instant, the necks of two bandits were broken by a punch, and they fell down strangely hanging from their shoulders.

The rise of Feng Jisha is like a mad tiger, with tiger claw skills, golden bell jars, and plum blossom piles being used one after another.

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

Feng Ji beat more than a dozen people by himself, and the opponent who killed them was terrified and kept screaming.

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

"Golden bell jar?"

He saw that a bandit had chopped Feng Ji's body, but Feng Ji was not injured, not even his skin was broken!

In addition, Feng Ji continued to perform moves such as double eagles flying together, overlord toasting, and Laojun ascending the throne.

He understood in an instant, this is the master's golden bell kung fu!

But didn't the leader say that this kid only learned the golden bell jar from him for one day?
"Could it be that Zhao Jinhuan wants to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

Duan Ermi's heart skipped a beat, thinking of this possibility.

They worshiped under Zhao Jinhuan's sect and joined the White Lotus Sect, but their brothers still respected them and did not obey Zhao Jinhuan's orders.

This time, Zhao Jinhuan did not choose the Zhang family and the Feng family to do it, but went to the Liu family.

Could it be that Zhao Jinhuan knew that Feng Ji had become a golden bell cover, and deliberately let himself and Yue Migong face this person?
Want to use Feng Ji's hand to destroy himself and Yue Migong?So as to occupy Erlong Mountain?

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

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

He raised his sword and scolded everyone.

The bandits didn't need him to scold them at all, they had already fled the alley in a swarm.

Just kidding, that kid surnamed Feng is invulnerable, like a monster, he will die if he goes up, who dares to continue to fight?
Feng Ji had already rushed out of the alley and looked at Duan Ermi.

Duan Ermi saw that his aura was astonishing and his murderous aura was soaring, he couldn't help but feel very dignified.

"Don't be afraid, even if this kid has practiced golden bell shields, he must not be able to practice well. How old is he? He can't have Zhao Jinhuan's strength if he has done his best. There are many traps on his body, so he must not be fully trained."

He had followed Zhao Jinhuan, so he naturally knew about the kung fu of the golden bell jar, and knew where some of the doors of the golden bell jar were.

Thinking of this, he became more courageous, and the sense of fear brought about by Feng Ji covered in blood also faded a bit.

But before that, he still wanted to ask clearly.

Immediately pointing at Feng Ji single-handedly, he shouted and asked, "Boy, who did you learn this golden bell mask from?"

(End of this chapter)