The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 84 Yan Zhendong

"Officers and soldiers?"

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

The efficiency of the government is fast enough, and the Qiangwuhui was found so quickly.

That's right, if a commoner dies, probably there won't be any disturbances.

The one who died now was Hu Yufen'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 are a hundred people, each with foreign guns."

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

Feng Ji turned his head to look at the many disciples of the Qiangwuhui, and said, "Remember, you are the disciples of the Qiangwuhui."

The flustered expressions of the disciples couldn't help but froze, feeling the chill in Feng Ji's eyes, realizing 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 take out all the weapons in the hall, one for each."

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

Feng Ji grinned: "We have to let the people in the government know that Qiangwuhui is not a dough that is kneaded casually."

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

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

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

With a stern look and an imposing manner, he stepped into the Qiangwu Guild Hall while walking like a dragon or a tiger.

He just set foot in the courtyard, and when he glanced over, there were nearly 300 men in the uniform of the Strong Martial Arts Association glaring at him, which made him shiver.

He suddenly felt bad, the number of people in this strong martial arts club seemed to be longer than he imagined.

Seeing everyone in the Qiangwuhui holding weapons, their hearts became more and more dignified.

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

The footsteps stopped, and he snorted coldly: "The government is doing business, idlers are waiting, get out!"

As soon as he gave an order, he had already begun to drive away the people.

Some of the strong martial arts disciples were timid, subconsciously looking at the other brothers around them.

These days the people do not fight with the officials, and the grassroots are naturally afraid of being an official.

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

Feng Ji chuckled, walked out slowly, and said lightly: "This lord is a great official, and the government must be reasonable in handling affairs. These people are all disciples of my strong martial arts. They practiced martial arts in my strong martial arts. It is reasonable." It's legal, it's not them who should get out."

"Bold!"

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

Feng Ji chuckled lightly, unmoved: "Thank you."

Seeing that Feng Ji couldn't be intimidated, Yan Zhendong couldn't help frowning, and said in a deep voice: "I am Yan Zhendong, the general of the new army, under the order of Mr. Hu, to thoroughly investigate the case of the murder of He Shengan, the master of Jinmen County. How dare you obstruct it?" ?”

Feng Ji couldn't help taking a look at this person, and asked, "You are Yan Zhendong?"

Yan Zhendong sneered: "You know me?"

Feng Ji asked strangely: "Do you know how to make iron shirts?"

"Not bad!"

Feng Ji couldn't help wondering secretly, isn't Yan Zhendong a character in Huang Feihong's movie?

And when Yan Zhendong came on stage, he was in Foshan, he must have been very down and out.

How did it appear in Huo Yuanjia's world?

Also mixed up as the general manager of the new army?
Isn't this a separate world of "Fearless"?In fact, it is a world where multiple film and television dramas are mixed?
Feng Ji secretly wondered.

Seeing that Feng Ji was silent, Yan Zhendong thought that his name had frightened him.

He sneered at the moment: "It seems that you have heard of me. If so, how dare you 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, and you can ask any questions here."

"presumptuous!"

Yan Zhendong yelled and cursed, and in an instant, twenty new army officers and soldiers behind him raised their guns and aimed at Feng Ji.

"What are you doing!"

"Damn, 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 the sword and stood up.

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

"Draw the knife!"

Everyone in the Shunyuan Escort Bureau drew their swords one after another, and dozens of people stood there in a moment, with a fierce momentum.

When the ordinary disciples of the Strong Martial Arts Association saw this, their blood surged up.

I just feel that the brothers actually dare to confront the government head-on, they are simply heroes.

Immediately, many people followed suit and shouted.

"You mother, I'm afraid of you!"

"What about the government, please move our president to see!"

"I'm fucking fighting with you!"

……

For a moment, the 300-person strong martial arts meeting was so powerful that it directly overwhelmed the [-] new troops armed with foreign guns.

Yan Zhendong's face was extremely ugly, and the soldiers of the new army behind him had never encountered such a battle.

"boom!"

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

All of a sudden, the courtyard became quiet, and many people had a trace of fear on their faces.

The surge of hot blood also subsided quickly.

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 while.

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

Feng Ji grinned: "Hahahaha, rebellion? Master Yan took off a big hat."

I saw Feng Ji staring at Yan Zhendong, and said with a sneer: "As far as I know, you are recruits from Xiaozhan, right? The death of Mr. He will naturally be investigated by the Yamen. When is it your turn to enter the city to arrest people?"

"I want to ask Master Yan, what qualifications do you have to lead troops into the city as a general?"

"You are a mere general, you dare to lead troops to arrest people in Jinmen City today, 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 ugly.

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

In any dynasty, without a military order, the army could not enter the city at will.

It's just that in the chaotic world at the end of the Qing Dynasty, there are too many chaos, and no one cares about it.

In the other one, he only brought 100 people, not too many.

It's just that anyway, it's really against the rules for him to lead the general into the city alone.

Ordinary ordinary people don't want so much, and the government arrests people, how can they reason with you.

It's a pity that what they met was Feng Ji. Feng Ji was really not afraid of being unreasonable and tough.

"I am leaving the camp under the order of Mr. Hu..."

"Where are the documents?"

Yan Zhendong froze for a moment, and then became angry: "What are you? I need to show you my official documents?"

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

As soon as his words fell, two soldiers behind him stepped forward, each holding half of the shackles.

Zhao Jian and Zhang Jin immediately raised the edge of the knife and placed the bar in front of Feng Ji.

"Damn it, let me see who dares to touch the president!"

"do not move!"

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

Yan Zhendong was in a hurry. It was the first time he led troops out to do errands, and he encountered such stubborn people.

If this is passed back, how will he gain a foothold in the military camp, and how should Mr. Hu think of himself?
Immediately, my heart was furious, and I yelled violently: "You are courting death!"

But seeing him push away the two soldiers, raised his hand and punched, he suddenly blasted at Zhao Jian and Zhang Jin.

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

Gritting his teeth, he slashed angrily.

Zhao Jian also roared, and slashed at Yan Zhendong, trying to force Yan Zhendong back.

The two started at the same time, but the next moment, Yan Zhendong punched Zhang Jin's knife without dodging.

With a click, Zhang Jin slashed on his fist, but he couldn't see through his skin, but was shocked by a huge force.

Immediately, the household registration trembled, and he couldn't even hold the knife, and he staggered back, his expression shocked.

"Golden bell jar?"

Zhang Jin exclaimed subconsciously.

This scene is very similar to the young master's golden bell cover, which is invulnerable to swords and guns.

On the other side, Zhao Jian also swept across with the sword, but was kicked by Yan Zhendong at will. With a bang, the sword trembled and fell to the ground with a bang, sweeping up a large amount of sparks.

Zhao Jian had stepped into Ming Jin, and his strength was astonishing. Although he didn't hit the opponent, he changed his moves very quickly.

He flipped his wrist and took a step forward to swing the knife back.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, bringing out a whimper.

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

In this martial arts hall, there is actually a Ming Jin martial artist?
And it's not the president yet, it looks like it's just Feng Ji's follower?
Yan Zhendong couldn't believe it, how could Master Ming Jin be inferior to others?
In his fright and anger, he slammed down Zhao Jian with his backhand and raised the blade.

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

Take the sword with bare hands!
When Zhao Jian saw this, he was furious and pulled hard.

But Yan Zhendong practiced the iron cloth shirt horizontally, with strong strength, he twisted it violently!
With a click, the thick knife creaked, shattered and twisted!

Zhao Jian immediately discarded the knife, changed it to tiger claws, and grabbed Yan Zhendong's door suddenly.

Yan Zhendong raised his hand and punched, boom!
The fist collided with the tiger's claw, and Zhao Jian immediately shrank his fingers, excruciating pain.

In terms of horizontal kung fu, iron cloth shirt is better than tiger claw kung fu!

Yan Zhendong sneered: "Go away!"

He kicked out, and with a bang, he kicked Zhao Jian's chest.

Immediately, Zhao Jian didn't catch his breath, his face turned red from holding back, and he staggered and fell backwards.

Suddenly a palm behind him supported him, followed by Zhao Jian's eyes, and saw a shadow of a fist punching out from behind him.

Then even a terrifying explosion exploded.

The speed of the incoming person's punching was so fast that the sound of violent punching force couldn't keep up with his punching speed!
Zhao Jian suddenly grinned.

In the Strong Martial Arts Association, there is no one else who can do this except the president!

boom!
A loud noise exploded, and a figure on the opposite side was beaten and fled.

The 20-meter recruit was hit by this figure and staggered, ouch.

Yan Zhendong didn't react at all, he just felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he was already unconscious.

The others looked over and couldn't help but gasp.

But Feng Ji slowly closed his fist and supported Zhao Jian with one hand.

"Yan Zhendong, you can't even catch a punch from me. You can't do well with your iron shirt."

(End of this chapter)