The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 39 Zhao Jian's Shock (for collection)
"Catch them!"

"Stop, don't run!"

"Kill them!"

……

Feng Ji led everyone out of the back alley, and within a short distance, he heard loud shouts of killing coming from the front.

Everyone looked around, but saw two figures running wildly in embarrassment, followed by dozens of bandits with knives chasing and killing them.

"Master! Run, Master!"

In the distance, among the two figures being hunted down, the one on the left yelled at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji fixed his eyes and recognized the other party.

"Zhang Jin?"

Uncle He also hurriedly said: "Young master, it's Zhang Jin! The one beside him seems to be...Master Zhao?"

Uncle Gui also recognized it, and hurriedly said: "Master, it's Zhang Jin."

Feng Ji didn't talk nonsense, he directly dropped Duan Ermi in his hand, and said, "Look at him."

After all, he was like a tiger, striding forward.

Zhang Jin and Zhao Jian, whose face was covered in blood, couldn't help being anxious.

Soon the two sides met, and Feng Ji helped Zhang Jin, who was covered in blood, but saw that Zhang Jin had been stabbed several times in his body, and his footsteps were flimsy.

On the other hand, Zhao Jian, although his face was covered with blood, was not injured much.

"Master, hurry up, the bandits are coming into the city, and the Feng family is also being targeted by them!" Zhang Jin urged anxiously, pulling Feng Ji to escape.

Zhao Jian who was on the side also said in shame: "Master Feng, Zhao is useless. He was tricked by the bastard surnamed Zhou and failed to protect the Feng family."

Feng Ji patted the shoulders of the two of them, and said in a deep voice: "You guys take a rest, we will talk about it later, I will deal with these bandits."

The two were taken aback for a moment, and Zhang Jin said anxiously: "Master, there are a lot of them, let's avoid them first."

Zhao Jian also hurriedly said: "Master Feng, these bandits are not ordinary people, some of them know how to fight."

If Zhao Jian hadn't been injured, it would be no problem to fight one against ten.

But his face was injured, the pain affected his sanity, and he was not suitable for fighting.

What's more, there are more than a dozen people on the opposite side, each holding a murder weapon, no matter how powerful he is, he can't beat four hands with two fists.

Feng Ji didn't speak, and people had already greeted him.

The bandits on the opposite side didn't know Feng Ji, so they rushed forward with a grinning grin.

A bandit who charged the fastest was slashing head-on.

Feng Ji smiled coldly, and suddenly punched out with his right arm!

Bang!
There was a crisp sound and an afterimage in the air.

There was a click, and the sound of bones breaking, the bandit didn't even have the knife to fall, and was sent flying backwards with a punch.

Feng Ji was like a tiger, rushing into the bandits in an instant.

The lights of knives flickered all around, chopping down randomly.

Feng Ji circulated Qi and blood, his muscles bulged, and his skin was like copper skin and iron bones.

The sound of bang bang bang kept ringing, and the blade kept slashing at him, and the red wedding clothes were cut to pieces, exposing his hard muscles.

These knives couldn't cut through his skin at all, not even a little red mark!

The bandits all stared wide-eyed and exclaimed.

"Invulnerable?"

"Why can't it be cut?"

"No blood?"

Some bandits who had practiced kung fu immediately exclaimed: "Practice kung fu!"

"Hahaha……"

Feng Ji grinned grimly, his arms shook suddenly, and the sound of clashing weapons sounded.

All single knives were twisted into twists in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his fist and swept across!

bang bang bang...

The necks of the three closest bandits were snapped off in an instant.

He kept his subordinates, his fists turned into tiger claws, and he grabbed the face of a bandit who was about to run away.

With a sudden clasp of five fingers, with a click, the cheekbone was crushed alive by him!

The terrifying power five times that of ordinary people, coupled with the use of Qi and blood and the instant explosive power of bright energy.

Let Feng Ji's every move, every style, burst out with terrifying and huge power.

Ordinary people are as fragile as chickens and dogs in his hands.

All of this is a long story, in fact, from Feng Ji's attack to now, it's only a short effort.

The bandits chasing after them, seeing such a terrifying scene, stopped desperately one by one, their faces full of horror.

But Feng Ji casually crushed the bandit in his hand to death, and looked up at the other bandits.

This look instantly scared the bandits to death.

I don't know who it is, and shouted in horror: "Monster... demon!"

One screamed, and the others turned and ran.

Feng Ji smiled coldly and didn't chase after him.

Turning around and kicking to death a bandit who was still struggling on the ground, he turned his head to look at the stunned Zhao Jian and Zhang Jin.

"What's going on at my house?"

Zhang Jin suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the corpses all over the floor, swallowed, and stammered: "Young...Young Master, are you... all right?"

Feng Ji frowned, then turned to look at Zhao Jian: "Master Zhao, tell me."

Zhao Jian came back to his senses and couldn't help saying: "Zhouzhuang has colluded with the bandit Yue Migong and is now attacking the Feng family. I'm afraid it won't last long. We have been to the county government, but the people in the county government said that the bandits are in the city. There were also actions outside, and the manpower was transferred away by Ma Zongbing."

Feng Ji looked gloomy, looked at Uncle He and Uncle Gui who had rushed over, and said, "Uncle Gui, Uncle He, I'll go back to save people first, you guys find a place to hide."

"Master, you...be careful." Uncle Gui couldn't help but reminded.

Feng Ji waved his hand, threw off his legs and ran towards Feng's house.

Zhang Shurong couldn't help opening her mouth, but she didn't dare to stop her.

She looked at Uncle He and the others, and couldn't help but said, "Aren't we going to help?"

Uncle He smiled wryly, looked at the corpses around, and said, "Young Madam, it's just a burden for us to follow up."

Zhang Shurong was speechless for a moment, they were all old, weak and disabled, it was really a burden.

Zhang Jin couldn't help getting excited at this time, and shouted: "Uncle Gui, Uncle He, have you seen it? Young Master, Young Master, he is so powerful!"

"How can the young master be so powerful? He is not even afraid of knives, do you think he is really possessed by a god?"

Uncle He shook his head: "I don't know, but the young master is still the young master."

Uncle Gui also said with emotion: "The young master said that he has been practicing martial arts, but he just doesn't know what kind of kung fu is, and he can practice it to such a terrible level."

Everyone fell into silence.

Suddenly Zhao Jian said: "It's horizontal kung fu!"

Suddenly everyone was taken aback and looked at Zhao Jian.

"Practice kung fu horizontally? Master Zhao, is it true or not? Master has practiced kung fu horizontally?" Zhang Jin couldn't help asking in surprise.

Uncle He and Uncle Gui couldn't help looking at Zhao Jian.

But seeing Zhao Jian's complicated expression, he said, "It must be practicing kung fu horizontally, and in his movements, there seems to be the shadow of the golden bell jar of the White Lotus Sect."

"White Lotus Sect?"

"Golden bell jar?"

"Then... isn't that Zhao Jinhuan's fame stunt?"

Uncle He, Uncle Gui, and Zhang Jin were stunned.

All three of them knew Zhao Jinhuan, and Zhang Jin even practiced the Golden Bell Handle in Zhao Jinhuan's hands for a few days.

At this time, when he recalled it, it seemed that among the moves the young master had made just now, there was really the shadow of the golden bell cover!
He couldn't help opening his mouth wide, and murmured: "How is it possible? I remember that Zhao Jinhuan taught boxing in Feng's family, and it took less than seven days to fully fight, and it only took a day or two to formally teach the young master?"

Uncle Gui was silent for a while, and said affirmatively: "To be precise, it was only half a day. That day, Zhao Jinhuan taught the young master for an afternoon, and then he was invited by the master to solve the robbery of the grain team. Later, when he came back, he turned against our Feng family." I have never taught the young master again."

Zhang Jin swallowed hard: "You mean... the young master only took half a day to learn Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell mask hard qigong?"

His scalp was numb, and he couldn't even imagine, what kind of fucking martial arts talent is this?
At this time, Zhao Jian's expression on the side was unbelievable, because he had clearly noticed just now that Feng Ji had also used Tiger Claw Kung Fu during the fight.

Moreover, when Feng Ji faced the enemy, his footsteps still had the shadow of the Zhao family's boxing skills!
He was shocked, could it be...Could it be that Feng Ji even learned his Zhao Family Boxing and Tiger Claw Kung Fu?
But... But I clearly just punched in front of him once!
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(End of this chapter)