Quiet in the middle of the night!

In a shanty house on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, Feng Renliang was lying naked on the bed with his upper body naked, biting a wet towel so hard that his whole body was tense and the green tendons on his forehead were bursting up.

Silver needles were inserted into his back, and the needles were slightly blackened, as if they had been soaked in potion beforehand.

The old ghost was expressionless, and he skillfully applied needles to him, and every time the needle pierced his body, Feng Renliang's whole body was tense with pain.

……

Half an hour later, the old ghost finally put away the silver needle.

At this time, Feng Renliang's whole person was lying on the bed as if he was in prostration, the whole person was motionless, and he didn't have any strength in his body.

"Master, you ...... Why don't you kill him!"

Feng Renliang was speechless, and the whole person looked extremely tired.

"I can't make a move!"

"For ...... Why?"

"Because if I make a move, an enemy will find out about my whereabouts, and then I'll be in trouble. ”

The old ghost said gloomily.

At the mention of the enemy, a trace of anger flashed on his cold expression, and then quickly disappeared.

"Master, but I'm ...... I'm not reconciled!"

Feng Renliang gritted his teeth, and the hatred in his eyes did not decrease, but became stronger and stronger.

"Come back and practice with me!"

"Can you kill Ye Fan?"

"Okay, as long as you can endure hardship!"

"If I can kill him, no matter how hard it is, I can bear it!"

The anger in Feng Renliang's eyes became more and more terrifying.

Ye Fan!

I won't let you go!

……

Following!

A new day has begun.

This day may be very ordinary for ordinary people, but for Jiangcheng Wulin, this day is a day-shaking day.

As soon as the Feng Family Martial Arts Hall opened, a group of burly men walked in.

"You...... What do you want to do? This is also the territory of the Feng family, if you are interested, get out of here!"

The disciples of the martial arts hall surrounded them.

At this moment, a fat man swaggered forward and threw down a challenge book.

"Tell you the hall owner, Lao Tzu is here to kick the museum!"

"Kick the gym, damn it, you kid is too long, brothers, let's go!"

The people in the martial arts hall were immediately dissatisfied.

A group of people rushed up, the fat man waved his hand slightly, and the big man behind him rushed forward quickly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

The brothers of the Shadow Gate, with three or two efforts, beat all the disciples of the Feng Family Gong Pavilion to the ground and sang "Conquest".

"Let's go!"

This fat man is Hao Wuchi, when he heard that he was going to kick the hall, he didn't even go to class, and directly led people to sweep the martial arts hall the size of the Feng family.

Actions like this were carried out almost simultaneously throughout Jiangcheng.

As long as it is the Feng family's martial arts hall, the Shadow Gate threw down the challenge book and kicked the hall directly without saying a word.

In just one morning, dozens of large and small martial arts halls of the Feng family were all swept by the Shadow Gate.

As soon as they left, the people from the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall came to take over one after another.

Kicking the hall is similar to grabbing turf, you have no ability, you can only watch it being snatched away.

Of course, you can also call the police.

However, as a martial arts person, being kicked out of the gym, and then asking the police for help, will be despised by the entire martial arts person.

Therefore, the Feng family can only be regarded as suffering from dumbness.

……

The news that the Feng family was annexed by the Yang family soon spread in Jiangcheng.

Those martial arts people were very curious about where that mysterious team was.

After many inquiries, they finally learned that the team was called the "Shadow Gate".

Also from today, there is a legend of the Shadow Gate on the rivers and lakes, once the Shadow Gate is mentioned, many martial arts people give a thumbs up - awesome!

In the Feng family's mansion!

The members of the Feng family's direct family gathered in the hall one after another.

At this time, Feng Zhengxiong sat on the Taishi chair, the whole person looked old, and after he heard a series of bad news last night, he couldn't sleep all night.

First of all, Feng Renliang killed Feng Long with his own hands, Ye Fan seriously injured Feng Renliang, and now his whereabouts are unknown and his life and death are uncertain.

As soon as I got up this morning, the Feng family hurriedly came to report that the Feng family's dozens of martial arts halls had all been kicked out.

The murderer is the Yang family!

The successive bad news made Feng Zhengxiong physically and mentally exhausted all of a sudden, and he knew that the Feng family would never have a bright future from now on.

"Grandpa, the Yang family is simply too deceitful!"

"Yes, we won't let them go!"

"They are these bandits, shameless bandits!"

……

The members of the Feng family's direct family were full of emotion, and everyone was so angry that their faces were red.

"Shut up!"

Feng Zhengxiong scolded angrily, "Is it useful for you to quarrel? Whoever dares to take revenge, the Feng family is his!"

“……”

The hall, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet, and no one dared to make a sound.

"You...... You're a bunch of shit!"

Feng Zhengxiong hated that iron could not become steel, and his heart was full of sadness.

The dignified Feng family, there is not a single bloody descendant, and the Feng family is completely finished.

"The Yang family has arrived!"

At this time, someone shouted outside the door.

"What? The people of the Yang family still dare to come?"

"Damn, see what tricks they come up with? Don't stop any of you in my life, I'll kill them!"

"Okay! I've got your back mentally!"

"Damn! I'm just talking about it, do you really believe it?"

……

Feng Zhengxiong's face was expressionless, and when he saw the rabble in front of him, he was tired.

At this time, Hao Wuchi was the first to walk in, followed by a group of people, two of whom were carrying huge objects wrapped in red cloth.

"Who are you?"

Feng Zhengxiong's face turned pale, and he said indifferently.

"Me, you can call me a handsome little guy, or call me a master, because you Feng family has dozens of martial arts halls, half of which I go to play!"

Hao Wuchi smiled, living like a Buddha Miro, but he didn't have the kindness of a Buddha when he spoke.

"Is that you?" Feng Zhengxiong clenched his fists tightly, and then said word by word: "You—no—get—good—die!"

"It's okay, my boss said, there are many people who want him to die, but no one gets his wish, haha, so don't curse me, brother, I won't die. ”

Hao Wuchi smiled lewdly.

"You hairy boy, eat my old man's punch!"

After saying that, Feng Zhengxiong jumped up, and the whole person flew over.

"Oh, I'm afraid!"

Hao Wuchi pretended to be scared.

In the next second, he slammed forward with his bulky body and knocked Feng Zhengxiong away.

Feng Zhengxiong, who is old and weak, has long lost his physical strength to the courage of the past, and even if the fat man hits him like this, he can't dodge.

"Poof!"

Feng Zhengxiong spat out a mouthful of black blood on the spot, and when he was hit by a fat man, he felt as if he had been hit by a bus.

"Grandpa!"

The Feng family shouted in unison.

"Get out of here!"

Feng Zhengxiong roared angrily, now that someone has come to the door to find fault, the Feng family doesn't even have a talent, he is old, and he has to stand up against the enemy.

Heaven is going to kill my Feng family, it's not a crime of war!

At this moment, he felt all kinds of uncomfortable in his heart.

Seeing that Feng Zhengxiong stood up straight under the support of others, he stared at Hao Wuchi coldly.

"You...... You're trying to kill me?"

"No! I'm a gift!"

"Gift-giving?"

"That's right, I'll leave when I'm done!"

After that, Hao Wuchi asked people to put down the gifts, and then led people away with a swagger.

At this time, the people of the Feng family were curious.

Someone stepped forward and lifted the red cloth.

What appeared in front of me was a large European-style clock with gold lacquer!

"Send the bell?"

Someone was surprised.

"Poof!"

Seeing that Feng Zhengxiong's face was very wrong, he was hit one after another, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and now that someone came to the door to deliver the bell, he was so angry that he reversed his blood and spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

"Good...... What a send-off!"

He let out a miserable laugh, and fell without warning.

Feng Zhengxiong is dead!

was alive, and the pity was that it was a European-style clock that killed him.

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