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The blue jacket and white robe and red top hat are exactly the dress of the fans of the East Factory, when Bachelor Liu was still a shabby civil official, the Jinyi Guard came here to guard, since the future is great, it is natural that the fans of the East Factory came here to guard, or to put it really, it is here to monitor.

The guard of the East Factory looked at the brocade guard in front of him, and knew that it was the lowest patrol colonel, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly up, and his contempt just rose, and he immediately remembered Jiang Feng's violent attacks just now, and his face immediately became serious, thinking that this person in front of him was not a Jiang Yang thief wearing a brocade guard's costume, and he came to attack when he saw that this mansion was deserted.

Of course, Jiang Feng recognized this hated Dongchang Fanzi uniform, this dress can be more disgusting in the Beijing Division than Jinyiwei's mandarin duck battle jacket, and he was just about to ask, but the other party snorted and shouted angrily there:

"The bold fanatic from there actually entered the Bachelor's Mansion in broad daylight, do you know the royal law at the feet of the Son of Heaven!?"

"What nonsense, Lao Tzu is the brocade guard on duty here, you are a bastard from there."

Jiang Feng shouted back at the top of his throat, if he hadn't dodged the iron ruler quickly with the swing of the iron ruler just now, I am afraid that if he smashed it on the back of his head, it would be a situation where his brains burst out, and he would be polite to the other party, but he also kept an eye on it, if he didn't come for a few days, he would have climbed over the wall when he came, no matter who he was, he would not think that he was a good person.

When he yelled back, he casually threw away his waist card, and the fan took it casually, staring at Jiang Feng defensively, and at the same time, he quickly took a look at the waist card, this is genuine.

But the people of the East Factory have always been used to being rampant and domineering, and the fans of the East Factory casually threw the waist card on the ground, and said with a cruel smile:

"I don't know if this is true or not, break your hands and feet first, and throw it to your Zhenfu Division to ask for an understanding......"

He looked at Jiang Feng with his bare hands, but he was holding an iron ruler in his hand, and he had already dealt a heavy blow to the other party, obviously having the upper hand. Although Jiang Feng just now either turned his back on him or lay down, the attack was so fierce that he had to be on guard.

But after seeing the iron ruler in his hand, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bring a sly smile, although those martial arts novels say that you can enter the white blade empty-handed, but the advantage of having a weapon in hand in actual combat is not a little bit, thinking so in my mind, the iron ruler in my hand directly turned in a circle.

The two of them are not far away, so they can naturally see it, the broken hand and foot sentence just now has already made Jiang Feng extremely angry, and the other party's smiling expression almost made him explode, he also ignored the pain in his back, his muscles flicked and his body stood up completely, and he shouted and scolded at Dongchang's fanzi:

"Your mother, you have to break Lao Tzu's hands and feet, grandpa, I want to see your ability."

The fan on the opposite side listened to his scolding, sneered there and didn't come forward to attack, the sleepy tiger was still fighting, maybe the words of the brocade guard in front of him provoked him to attack, anyway, he couldn't run, and it was not too late to wait for the injury to open and then start, although the iron ruler just now did not fall into place, but he was confident that it had caused a lot of bruises to this brocade guard.

Jiang Feng took two steps to the side, reached out and buckled his waist, and directly ripped off the belt, Dongchang on the opposite side was stunned, thinking that the brocade guard in front of him had to take off his pants and fight himself, but the tall brocade guard in front of him did not fall off.

It's just that he is holding a cotton belt in his hand, and he can't help but laugh dumbly, what else can the cotton belt that binds his waist do, is it relying on this and the iron ruler in his hand.

Before he finished laughing, Jiang Feng had already grabbed a step in front of him, and the belt in his hand was pulled straight up and down, and Dongchang's fan had a plan in his heart, there was no iron buckle or anything like that on the other party's cotton belt, even if it was drawn on the face, it was just a red mark.

As long as his iron ruler pokes hard between the opponent's chest and abdomen, he can make the opponent completely lose his combat effectiveness.

But the sound of the wind brought up by the belt immediately dispelled this thought, this is obviously the wind that can only be brought out when the iron whip is whipped, and he can only reverse his arms and raise the iron ruler to resist.

"Bang" sounded, Dongchang Fanzi screamed in pain, although the iron ruler was blocking the opponent's attack, but the belt was soft, and the front end was still volleyed on the back of Fanzi's hand.

This is the belt, it is clearly an iron whip, the fan of the east factory wants to cover his hands but knows that he can't react on the battlefield, just about to retreat, the second time the belt has come, and he didn't have time to take precautions, and he was heavily pumped on the left shoulder of Fanzi, and the white robe on his body was suddenly rolled down a large piece of clothes.

It felt like a big stick smashed there, and suddenly the left shoulder couldn't be lifted, and Fanzi gasped there, while regressing quickly towards the back, knowing in his heart, if it weren't for the thick winter clothes, I'm afraid this shoulder would be wasted, I thought the iron ruler in his hand was a weapon, but the length of the other party's belt was three times longer than the iron ruler, and I am afraid that this amount is also made of steel.

Jiang Feng looked at Dongchang Fanzi, who was barely staggering towards the back, and was about to pursue, but he felt a hot pain in his back, and suddenly froze there, that Fanzi finally relieved his breath, and was panting not far away holding his shoulders, and the back of his hand was already blurred with flesh and blood, and he stared at the belt in his hand in surprise.

Jiang Feng spat viciously on the ground there, and tore off the cotton and cotton cloth on the belt with his hand, and there was a black cowhide belt inside, and there were many things that reflected light wrapped around the belt, which was simply a cowhide iron whip.

This is the Ming Dynasty version of the armed belt in the three magic weapons of modern youth fighting Europe, "slabs, bricks, armed belts", Jiang Feng, who belongs to fighting experts in modern times, knows that modern streets are getting cleaner and cleaner, and slabs and bricks are already difficult to pick up at any time, and wooden sticks are not easy to swagger to hold, if you carry knives and firearms, the crime is big.

Therefore, it is still convenient to use the armed belt that can be used as a whip, wrapped around the waist, impossible to find, and can be waved when it is critical, and the magic is endless.

Although it is a person who has traveled to ancient times, but the good habits have not changed, so he simply found a craftsman to make a cowhide belt, which was wound with silver wire and iron wire, in order to avoid scratches, the outside was simply sewn with sealed cotton cloth, which looked quite inconspicuous.

"Grandson, don't you want to discount the uncle's hands and feet, come on~~"

The pain in his back eased slightly, Jiang Feng rushed over directly, his left hand shook, Dongchang's fan knew that this was a false shaking, and retreated to the back, sure enough, the iron waist of Jiang Feng's right hand swept towards the lower plate, a small jump flashed, and the iron ruler in his hand waved towards Jiang Feng, but as soon as his arm moved, the wound that was drawn by the belt just now was suddenly affected.

The action is slow, Jiang Feng's left fist is a cannon hammer upward, the tiger roars and punches the sky, the Fuhu in the Baji Boxing King Kong Eight Style, a simple punch, but it hits the lower abdomen that Dongchang Fanzi has to guard against, although the person does not jump high, but it is always difficult to borrow strength in mid-air, and the wound is even worse than Jiang Feng, and the flaw suddenly comes out.

The belt below has been lifted up, and it is heavily pumped between the legs of Dongchang Fanzi, and when it lands, it is not said to be standing, but it is like a shrimp on the ground, curled up into a ball, and the pain is already speechless.

Jiang Feng also touched the wound on his back, and he couldn't move there, and scolded viciously in his mouth:

"If I don't abolish your arm today, uncle, I won't be a brocade guard who is the master of the people."

Although the words were said viciously, but now I don't dare to make too big a move, the wound behind it has really started, and the pain is like tearing, and it is also standing there stiffly, and the Dongchang Fanzi lying on the ground opposite has a very strong ability to resist the beating.

actually got up, stumbled towards the gatehouse, not so much walking, but climbing, Jiang Feng was in a hurry, his embroidered spring knife had not been carried on his body for a long time, if the other party took out a steel knife or a standard weapon in the army, I am afraid that the belt in his hand and the dagger in his arms will not be very useful.

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Feng couldn't care about any life-threatening matters, so he took out the dagger from his arms and prepared to throw it.

The fan of the East Factory has been trained for a long time, although he stood up in pain, and he was a little disobedient to the call, he also knew which iron ruler he had at the beginning, and the Jinyi guard on the opposite side was also not lightly injured, and he couldn't move, so he staggered and walked to the gatehouse, and the corner of his eye was still staring at Jiang Feng's actions there.

Seeing Jiang Feng's hand copy out of the dagger, his heart suddenly cooled, the battle just now knew how strong the opponent's hand was, this flying throw, it must be his own life is not guaranteed, he immediately stood there in fright and didn't dare to move, he looked at Jiang Feng on the opposite side in a daze, he didn't expect that Jiang Feng's face was already about to twist with resentment, and he suddenly had a lot of fun at him, and then took out the scabbard and stuffed the dagger back.

Before Dongchang's fan could react, he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, and suddenly there was incomparably darkness in front of him.

Throwing a flying knife is a technical technique, when Jiang Feng practiced Bajiquan, if it was said that the gun, stick, and knife were all practiced, he was still the best among the senior brothers in the stick, but the flying knife is almost a special cultivation technique in modern times, and I am afraid that it will not work if it is not ten or twenty years of kung fu.

Jiang Feng estimated that the dagger in his hand was thrown out, if he aimed at the house on the side, it was possible to pierce the fan of the East Factory, if he aimed at the fan of the East Factory, God knows where it would be pierced.

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