Feng Ji took Zhang Shurong with him, followed by Uncle Gui and Uncle He, and several people quickly walked out of the back alley, but as soon as they walked out, they saw several sturdy bandits coming.

The leader squinted, held a single knife in his hand, and scolded in his mouth: "You group of waste, a gentleman who has practiced fists and feet for a few days, has scared you like this, damn, don't tell people that you are my second person!" ”

This person was Duan Ermian who came in a hurry.

He was leading people into Zhang's house, but he didn't want Du San's people to report it, saying that there was a master at the back door and couldn't stop it.

He was immediately furious, and at this time, the main gate had been breached, and he naturally couldn't let people escape through the back door.

immediately led a group of people to rush to the back door.

The younger brother on the side hurriedly explained: "Boss, it's not that the brothers are useless, Third Brother Du said, that person has practiced Ming Jin, and I don't know what Ming Jin is, but that kid's fist is terrifying, and he will break bones when he touches it, and he will bleed when he rubs it, and now Third Brother Du They are pestering him." ”

"Fuck you, what do you know about your rough third child? Lao Tzu has practiced Baguazhang for so many years and has not practiced Ming Jin, what are you a master of Ming Jin? Chinese cabbage? ”

"That kid has only been learning kung fu from the sect leader for a few days, what can he do?"

"Du San, this dog thing, see if I don't slap his mouth for a while."

He squinted his eyes, scolded and scolded, and had already rushed into the back alley, and met Feng Ji and them head-on.

Suddenly, he looked stunned, and then frowned: "Stop!" ”

The little brother on the side suddenly became excited: "Boss, it's him!" He's the kid surnamed Feng! ”

Duan Er glanced at Feng Ji, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and secretly said that he was a burly man.

However, he was puzzled, didn't he learn about the situation of the Feng family during this time, and there were rumors in the market, isn't this Feng Ji a prodigal son?

I heard that a few days ago, I was still a prostitute in Chunfeng Lou with someone, and I was knocked unconscious.

How can it seem now, this Feng Ji is not only tall and big, but also stable, without any sense of vanity.

Puzzled in his heart, he shouted: "Is you Feng Ji?" ”

Feng Ji also looked at Duan Er's eyes.

But I saw that this period of Eryan is not tall, one meter in his early sevens, in this era, it can be regarded as above the average height.

This person's arms are very long, and the hands holding a single knife are full of calluses, and at first glance it is a sign of perennial martial arts.

Look at this person's face again, with dark skin, a mustache, and slightly narrowed eyes, giving people a sinister feeling like a poisonous snake.

A money rattail is wrapped around the neck, and the muscles are not obvious, which is the typical line sense of a martial arts practitioner.

People who practice boxing, unlike fitness, are not lumpy muscles all over the body, but streamlined muscle lines with strong explosive power.

Some people who practice martial arts even look like they are full of fat, which is standard fat-wrapped meat, and this kind of manpower is even greater.

Feng Ji looked at this person and squinted, and he had already guessed the identity of the other party.

"Are you Duan Eryan?"

"Hey, good boy, he has some guts than the waste of the Zhang family, when he hears Lao Tzu's name, he can still stand, what about Du San?"

"Who is Du San?"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows, of course he didn't know who Du San was.

Duan Er snorted coldly, didn't talk nonsense, raised his knife with a single knife, and said: "Boy, your life is not good today, you met Lao Tzu, don't worry, after you die, your father and mother will also go down to accompany you, go on the road with peace of mind." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand, and suddenly the younger brothers behind him rushed over with a loud roar.

It's just that the alley is narrow, and they seem to be overwhelmed, rushing up in a swarm.

However, no more than two or three people rushed to the front, and the rest were blocked.

Feng Ji grinned, this terrain is more suitable for fighting alone, he is tall and blocked in the alley, which is enough to protect Uncle He and Uncle Gui behind him.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

With a sneer, Feng Ji was like a fierce tiger, jumped forward, stretched out his arms, turned his five fingers into claws, and suddenly roared and grabbed out.

A fierce tiger pounced on the rabbit, and the two arms were pressed down like the pillars of optimus, and the big hands like a fan roared down.

With the advantage of height, this pounce shows the momentum of a tiger.

The two bandits who charged on the opposite side were terrified, and subconsciously roared and swung their knives, slashing Feng Ji's palm.

With two bangs, the blade fell on Feng Ji's palm, and Feng Ji's arm didn't even retract.

Instead, he pressed down with a knife edge!

The five fingers instantly pressed the blade, and directly grabbed the two bandits in front of the door.

The finger bent and instantly pierced into the bandit's skin.

As Feng Ji's arms tore down violently, the two faces were torn off alive!

Suddenly, the two bandits wailed and screamed.

Feng Ji laughed fiercely, and slapped a palm on the left and right with his five fingers with the torn flesh and skin.

Bang bang!

The heads of the two robbers were split in an instant, bleeding from the seven orifices, and they were dying!

Feng Ji's momentum is unwaning, and he slams out with a top shoulder!

The third type of the bell jar, the overlord toasts!

Suddenly, a bandit on the opposite side had a depressed sternum and fractured, and the whole person flew out upside down as if he had been hit by a train.

The bandits behind the smash turned on their backs.

Feng Ji's arms blasted out again, the second type of the golden bell jar, and the two eagles flew together!

Rumble! Rumble!

Ming Jin exploded, and in an instant, two more robbers were broken by a punch in their necks, and they fell down on their shoulders strangely.

The rise of Feng Ji's killing was like a mad tiger, and the tiger claw gong, the golden bell jar, and the plum blossom pile were used one after another.

More than a dozen bandits, except for a few steps rushing up at the beginning, kept retreating for the rest of the time.

Feng Ji beat more than a dozen people by himself, and the other side of the killing was frightened and screamed.

Duan Er at the mouth of the alley was dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.

"Bell jar?"

He saw that there were clearly bandits slashing Feng Ji's body, but Feng Ji was unharmed, not even his skin was broken!

In addition, Feng Ji continued to perform moves such as flying with two eagles, toasting the overlord, and Laojun ascending the throne.

He instantly understood that this was the sect leader's golden bell jar kung fu!

But didn't the sect leader say that this kid had only learned the golden bell jar from him for one day?

"Could it be that Zhao Jinhuan wants to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

Duan Er's heart jumped, thinking of this possibility.

They worshiped under Zhao Jinhuan and joined the White Lotus Sect, but their brothers still respected them and did not obey Zhao Jinhuan's dispatch.

In this plan, Zhao Jinhuan did not choose the Zhang family and the Feng family to do it, but went to the Liu family.

Could it be that Zhao Jinhuan had already known that this Feng Ji had become a golden bell jar, and deliberately let himself and Yue Migong face this person?

Want to borrow Feng Ji's hand to eliminate himself and Yue Migong? So as to occupy Erlong Mountain?

The more Duan Er thought about it, the more likely it became, and his heart was furious.

He immediately roared angrily: "Stand down, let me come!" ”

He raised his single knife and scolded everyone.

The bandits didn't need to be scolded by him at all, and they had already fled the alley in a swarm.

Just kidding, the kid surnamed Feng is invulnerable, like a monster, if he goes up, he will die, who dares to continue fighting?

Feng Ji had already fought his way out of the alley and looked at Duan Eryan.

Duan Er's eyes saw that his momentum was amazing and murderous, and his heart couldn't help but be solemn.

"Don't be afraid, even if this kid practices the golden bell jar, he will definitely not practice at home, how old is he? It is impossible to have the strength of Zhao Jinhuan, and he has many covers on his body, and he must not be able to cultivate completely. ”

He has followed Zhao Jinhuan, and naturally knows the kung fu of the golden bell jar, and knows where the door of some golden bell jars is.

Thinking of this, he became emboldened, and the fear brought by Feng Ji, who was covered in blood, was also diluted a little.

But before that, he still wanted to ask.

When he pointed at Feng Ji with a single knife, he asked, "Boy, who did you learn from this golden bell jar?" ”