"Yinren?"

In a house near Hangzhou, Yang Feng was at a loss by the name.

"Brother Ma, what are you going to do? Didn't he know that once Yinren failed, it would deal a heavy blow to his reputation? ”

He touched his chin and muttered to himself.

The old monk next to him looked at them inexplicably and became more and more abnormal.

But soon Yang Feng put this problem aside, no matter what Kang Mazi was thinking, since he sent the fat meat, then don't blame him for being polite, Yinren, although he is usually listed as a villain in various braid dramas, it seems that there are a lot of fans, if you pour a jar of concentrated sulfuric acid on his face, and then cut the little Di chicken, I don't know if there will be fans who are grief-stricken and want to die.

Alas, what iniquity!

"What the hell are you doing?"

Huang Wei said angrily.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just a little distracted, come here, help me change my clothes, I don't know how to wear these clothes."

Yang Feng said.

Huang Wei's face turned red, fortunately, there were no outsiders around, she still lowered her head and stepped forward, took a set of gold-painted white robes like snow to help Yang Feng put it on, and put on a seven-beam crown for him, although Yang Dashuai's official position is self-appointed, but it is also the pillar of the Ming Dynasty today, it is not an exaggeration to wear a first-class seven-beam crown, and then tie a jade belt around her waist, and it is also very tempting to wear fluttering clothes in the dim light in the room, anyway, after dressing him in a good outfit, Huang Wei first looked a little stupid.

"Why look at me like that, I'll be shy!"

Yang Feng said shamelessly.

Huang Wei glared at him and whispered, "Do you really want to do this?" ”

"Of course, you just wait, I will definitely bring Mr. Juyi back."

Yang Feng said.

"I, I'll go with you!"

Huang Wei said.

"That's not good, if you want to go, I won't be able to do anything, good, follow the master, go and kill the old immortal dog traitor first, and then return to Zhoushan directly, don't wait for me, I promise to go back with Mr. Zhuyi."

Yang Feng stroked her shoulder and said.

Huang Wei stood there with red circles in her eyes and sobbed.

"Okay, don't cry, come, hug!"

Yang Feng said with open arms.

Huang Wei punched him angrily, looked at the old monk who pretended to look at the moon, hesitated and threw himself into Yang Feng's arms, and then the two hugged him like that, and after about a minute, Yang Feng resolutely pushed her away, picked up a huge green jar next to him, and carried it directly on his shoulder, just like Uncle Shi who carried the coffin in Terminator 3 and walked out.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Huang Wei with a gentle gaze.

The latter was standing in front of the door, looking at him with a painful expression, and after seeing him turn around, he finally couldn't control his emotions, and suddenly wanted to rush out of the door and pounce on him, but he was grabbed by the old monk Yinian, and could only cry there and stretch out his hand as if to hold him.

"Go back and wait for me!"

Yang Feng waved his hand with a resolute expression, and then immediately blended into the night.

"Alas, the love of children is long!"

Looking at Huang Wei, who was still there looking at the direction of Yang Feng's disappearance, as if he was exhausted, he was sitting on the ground crying bitterly, and the old monk sighed when he thought of it, obviously this scene also evoked the memory he pressed in his heart, who hasn't had a story in that bloody era! However, almost a quarter of an hour later, he still picked up Huang Wei, left the hiding house with four carefully selected masters, and then took a boat to Xiaoshan to pick up Mao Qiling, who had betrayed Huang Baijia. And Yang Feng went to rescue Huang Baijia alone, although it felt very unbelievable, but he promised as an immortal that it would be difficult for others to say anything, only Huang Wei, who was already in love with him, was unbearable and worried.

Their task is very simple, Mao Qiling is not a member of the imperial court, just an ordinary person, there will be no security force at all, the only obstacle is nothing more than the Xiaoshan city wall, but these people are all martial arts masters, even Huang Wei has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and a city wall is not difficult for them, as long as they enter the city, these guys who are familiar with Xiaoshan and kill people are not easy to clean him up. Two hours later they chopped off the old thing's head, and then plastered a notice on the wall of his house with the reason for his killing, and then disappeared into the cobweb-like waterway in a boat.

Early in the morning, Hangzhou Yongjinmen.

The common people who were hurriedly starting a day's hard life on the road outside the city all looked at a pedestrian on the road in amazement, without braids, white robes and jade belts, wearing hats that had only been seen on the stage, and carrying a huge green jar, which was almost half a person tall and thicker than an adult's waist, and looked extremely weighty, but he carried it with great ease, and admired the surroundings curiously as he walked.

Those honest people quickly bowed their heads, and their instincts told them that it was better to stay away from such weirdos.

Their intuition was very keen, and soon the strange man walked in front of the Yongjin Gate, and the guards in Hangzhou were all flag soldiers, after seeing his image, especially seeing that he actually had no braids, the flag army officer who was blackmailing a common man who entered the city was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Come on, take down this thief for me!" “

The four flag soldiers immediately stepped forward with their waist knives.

"Wait a minute!"

Yang Feng was very unconscious and stretched out his hand to stop and said.

The four flag soldiers were stunned, probably confused by his composure, and stood there looking at each other.

"Don't you think I'm a little like the person in that portrait?"

Yang Feng kindly pointed to a portrait at the gate of the city and said, the person painted on it is vaguely a little bit of him, as for the following, it is naturally an introduction to his official identity, and then there is a reward below, which is actually as high as 100,000 taels and gives the viscount to carry the yellow flag.

The officer hurriedly turned his head, looked at the portrait first, then looked back at him, and then very simply tore the portrait off the wall, stepped forward a few steps, looked at Yang Feng carefully compared, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Quick, don't go, this demon!"

He yelled subconsciously.

The four soldiers subconsciously rushed towards Yang Feng with hatred.

It is indeed full of hatred, at this time, the people of Hangzhou Banner hated him so much that they gritted their teeth, how many people were ruined because of him, and how many people's parents, wives and children died in his hands.

Yang Feng was very satisfied and took down something from the green jar with his right hand, and there was a pipe attached to the jar behind this object, just when the four flag soldiers rushed to them, Yang Feng raised his hand and shook his palm at them, and the front end of the strange thing in his palm suddenly spewed out a puff of yellow-green smoke. The four soldiers were wrapped up in it at once, and then one of the soldiers who had rushed to his vicinity coughed so violently that he couldn't even straighten his waist, and knelt directly at his feet, just like those patients with advanced tuberculosis, coughing violently in agony, spitting out reddish frothy phlegm as he coughed, and the other three soldiers behind him also lay on the ground in the same position and coughed desperately.

"Poisonous, don't come close!"

Yang Feng said kindly to the people on both sides, and those people were so frightened that they scattered in an instant.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

The officer screamed in horror.

Several soldiers on the city wall immediately took out bows and arrows, and some people were holding bird guns, and they all aimed at Yang Feng, and then sharp arrows and bullets were shot out at the same time, but unfortunately, when these things were about to hit Yang Feng's body, a faint golden light shone, and then all the bows and arrows and iron sand were all bounced away.

Well, this is a new feature that Yang Feng discovered when he kissed Huang Wei last time, the golden dragon that has almost wrapped around his whole body will block all attacks for him, he has secretly tried it himself before, he is immune to knives and axes, and even gritted his teeth and rubbed his arm to shoot a shot, the round lead bullet was blocked by the golden dragon's body, and the fire couldn't burn, and now he didn't know if he could block the shells of the red-clothed cannon, as for other types of attacks, he could completely ignore them.

Even when Du Qi approached his body, he was blocked by the golden dragon, and then inhaled into the transparent body and filtered out, which was much better than a gas mask.

Well, what he was carrying on his shoulders was duke, a gas tank with five hundred kilograms of chlorine.

This is the weapon he used to break into Hangzhou alone, and what could be better than this, even if he holds a heavy machine gun and is covered with bullets, there will be a time when it will be finished, but this thing has almost no ammunition limit at all, after all, this is five hundred kilograms of ye chlorine, even if he is allowed to open it, it is estimated that it will have to be put for a while. The barrel of the machine gun overheats after not many rounds, and there are even mechanical failures, which basically does not have such a mess. In addition to the short range, there is nothing wrong with the others, it can do all the work that guns and grenades can do, and more importantly, it is also mass destruction, and it is not afraid that hundreds of Qing troops will rush up to play crowd tactics with him.

Not to mention hundreds, even if thousands of people rush up, it's useless, it's just to add some sacrifices to him.

The poor four banner soldiers became the first victims, and in the blink of an eye, they coughed so much that they curled up on the ground and curled up into prawns in a frying pot, and soon passed out in pain.

Yang Feng took a step forward with arrows and iron sand very leisurely, and under the frightened gaze of those soldiers on the city wall, he sprayed it very casually towards the top of his head, and the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners above his head scattered in an instant like frightened sparrows. Then he walked up to the already stupid officer of the Banner Army, looked at him with a painful gaze, then raised his hand and shot him with chlorine in the face, and stepped over his fallen body in the latter's painful screams, and entered the city of Hangzhou so leisurely.

Behind him were the adoring eyes of countless Han people, and some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to his back.