The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 45 Seizing people with power
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"Ho ho ho, Zhao Jinhuan! Master Zhao! You don't know me so soon?"

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

The bandits were taken aback immediately and turned their heads one after another.

Seeing that Feng Ji was covered in blood, and he was holding Master Zhou, a well-known plum blossom boxing master, with one hand, all of them felt fear and moved away subconsciously.

The group of bandits gave up a passage in an instant.

Zhao Jinhuan couldn't help frowning when he heard the familiar voice.

He first took a look at Feng Ji, who was covered in blood and was tall and tall. He was slightly taken aback, but he didn't recognize him for a while.

Feng Ji had really changed a lot, his whole body was full of blood, and his height also increased by seven or eight centimeters. He was completely different from the Feng Ji he knew at the beginning.

Zhao Jinhuan couldn't recognize Feng Ji, but he recognized Zhouzhuang.

Seeing Zhou Zhuang's miserable appearance, he was 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? Even I, an apprentice who has learned boxing from you for a day, don't even know me?"

As he walked step by step, his aura became stronger and more terrifying.

Everyone was terrified, Zhou Zhuang couldn't help shouting: "Master, he is that young master of the Feng family!"

Zhao Jinhuan was taken aback immediately, and looked Feng Ji up and down: "Are you Feng Ji?"

Feng Ji laughed, his eyes were cold and he said: "Ho ho ho, Master Zhao, don't you want to take advantage of my wedding 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 subconsciously asked with surprise on his face.

Immediately he looked at Zhou Zhuang again, frowned and said, "Who beat you like this? The Feng family hired a master?"

He subconsciously looked around and became vigilant.

Obviously, he didn't think that the murderer was right in front of him.

Feng Ji grinned, left Zhouzhuang casually, twisted his neck, and was about to speak.

But Zhou Zhuang suddenly rolled around on the ground, away from Feng Ji, and shouted at the same time: "Master, be careful, this kid hurt me, this kid hides very deeply, and his skills are not inferior to yours!"

His roar made Zhao Jinhuan look astonished.

Pointing to Feng Ji, he asked in surprise, "Just him?"

Feng Ji ignored Zhou Zhuang, but grinned, showing his white teeth, and said: "Zhao Jinhuan, my Feng family has treated you well, and I have sincerely worshiped you as my teacher and regarded you as my guest."

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

"Ho ho ho, but I never thought that you would lure wolves into the house, and you would collude with bandits, enter the city, and destroy my Feng family?"

"Zhao Jinhuan, is this how you save people from fire and water?"

"Is this how you oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore 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, and when he was less than two meters away from Zhao Jinhuan, his aura had reached its peak!

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

"Hehehe, I never imagined that Mr. Zhao would be mistaken. It turns out that Young Master Feng is a hidden master."

Watching this scene, the monkey boxing master Wen Biao couldn't help but sized Feng Ji up, thinking in his heart that he was a mighty young man.

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

Wen Biao shook his head, and said in a low voice: "This son is a master. Look at what he said just now, it seems to be reprimanding Zhao Jinhuan, but in fact it is to accumulate momentum."

"A master duel depends not only on kung fu, but also on the right time and place."

"It's like the art of war. One side is high-spirited, and the other side is guilty. If the strength is the same, the guilty person will definitely lose. This young man knows how to use power to win people, and he is well versed in the art of war. He deserves a 'powerful'! "

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

Wen Biao shook his head, hating that iron could not become steel: "I told you to practice boxing more on weekdays and spend less time on foreigners, but you just won't listen."

While the two were talking, Zhao Jinhuan also understood Feng Ji's approach.

He was not afraid at all, and laughed: "Feng Ji, because you also learned boxing from me for a day, and called me master, let me tell you the truth, your Feng family deserves to die!"

"Qinggou is corrupt and incompetent, expropriating and oppressing the people. Where did your Feng family get all this wealth? Aren't they all scraped from the people?"

"Aren't you panicking with the money?"

"If it's just that, it's fine, but you still send food to foreign religions and collude with foreigners!"

"There are so many Shandong people out there who don't have enough clothes and food to eat. But you give food to those foreign devils who invaded China!"

"Destroy your Feng family, my surname Zhao is doing justice for the heavens!"

His voice was like thunder, and the more he spoke, the more powerful he became.

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

This is to strengthen his beliefs, so that he can punch without regret and without hesitation!

If you are not steadfast in your actions and in what you do, then of course you will not succeed!
Killing is like this, so is doing things.

Feng Ji laughed grimly when he heard these unreasonable words.

"Hahahaha, what a Zhao Jinhuan, what a White Lotus Sect, the robbery makes sense."

"You hate foreigners, you hate Qinggou, why don't you go directly to foreigners, to the government?"

"Why don't you extend the butcher knife to those dignitaries? Why don't you kill those high-ranking foreigners?"

"Instead, take revenge on my Feng family, businessmen like the Liu family and the Zhang family?"

"If you kill them, you will be able to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty? Will you be able to drive out the foreigners?"

"I bother!"

"Zhao Jinhuan, you keep saying it nicely. In fact, you are only afraid of the guns of foreigners and the suppression of the imperial court."

"A group of cowardly and incompetent people who only dare to swing their knives at the weak. Are you worthless to speak nonsense here?"

Zhao Jinhuan was suddenly furious, as if Feng Ji had told him his mind, and roared: "You are courting death!"

With a loud shout, he strode forward suddenly, with his right shoulder raised angrily, and he slammed his fist violently!

Golden Bell Jar - Overlord Toast!
Feng Ji suddenly grinned, without any fear, he stomped his feet on the ground!
With a bang, the bricks on the ground roared and shattered.

Feng Ji also lowered his shoulders and swung his arms, smashed his fists, and laughed wildly: "The overlord toasts? I can do it too!"

boom--!
The two of them punched each other, the force of the punches roared violently, the air exploded, and there was a terrifying howl.

The posture, punching method, and blood walking route are exactly the same between the two!
Only in terms of momentum, Feng Ji was more violent and resolute!

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

At this time, the two fists collided, and Zhao Jinhuan laughed wildly: "Head against head? You little bastard, you don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

He is a master of martial arts, even in the battle with Wen Biao just now, Wen Biao did not dare to confront him head-on.

This Feng Ji dared to confront him head-on, isn't he courting death?
Bang-!
There was a muffled roar, and the two fists smashed together in an instant!
At this moment, Zhao Jinhuan's face changed drastically!

(End of this chapter)