Chapter Twenty-Six: Tong Hui captures Yanfeng with an iron palm, and everyone will judge and kill the demon

"Stand down. Tong Hui waved his hand and said, "Let the old man come and meet this demon for a while." ”

"This door demon has strange methods, and the seniors should be more careful. ”

The surrounding families all knew Tong Hui, and when they heard the rumors, they retreated one after another, and together with the people who came to help, they guarded the periphery and swept the formation.

Yan Fengyu cut her chest horizontally, and stared at Tong Hui fiercely. Suddenly, he screamed and shot at Tong Hui. In mid-air, with a wave of the jade scissor in his hand, it was a sword.

Tong Hui's big sleeves fluttered, and he jumped up, facing the Yan Feng, the internal force was agitated, and the strength was swept away.

The sword and the strength collided, making a sound of gold and iron, and the two were about to collide together. Yan Feng True Yuan surged, and the five elements spirit array around his body flickered, turning into an invisible sword. Although Tong Hui couldn't see it, his six senses were keen, and he subconsciously flashed sideways. I heard a stabbing sound behind me, and a piece of fishing boat was cut into several pieces.

Tong Huihui's heart was slightly cold, he turned around, waved his big sleeves, and swept towards Yan Feng.

Yan Feng was arrogant, and he was attacked by Tong Hui from behind, and even the people and the boat were shocked back with a palm, and he was resentful in his heart. Of course, he had also heard the elders of the sect mention that ordinary martial arts masters were not weaker than low-level cultivators, but after all, he had never encountered them. Although he knew that Tong Hui's cultivation was extraordinary, he did not take the other party in his eyes. There are dozens of people besieging him, and he is not his opponent, let alone just a mortal old man. At this moment, seeing Tong Hui sweeping his sleeve, he didn't dodge, the jade scissors opened and closed, and he greeted him.

What he didn't know was that Tong Hui's previous sneak attack on Yanfeng was just to relieve the siege for those families, and he didn't use all his strength. At this moment, this sleeve is the essence of Tong Hui's lifelong learning, and it is called the collapse of the mountain sleeve.

Yan Fengyu scissors touched Tong Hui's sleeves, and his face changed. He only felt a huge force coming, and it was too late to dodge. This sleeve knocked his jade scissors up and slammed them firmly on Yan Feng's chest.

Poof, Yan Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood in the sky, and flew out involuntarily.

Tong Hui toed a little, his figure flew up, followed closely behind, and in an instant, he pounced on Yan Feng.

Yan Feng's face was full of horror, and he stabbed the jade scissors at Tong Hui in a hurry, but it was too late.

only listened to two snaps in a row, and Tong Hui opened the bow left and right, which was two palms. Yan Feng screamed and was slammed into the lake.

Without waiting for Yan Feng to take a breath, Tong Hui had already thrown himself into the water with his head and feet, grabbed Yan Feng's hair bun, raised his hand and threw it, and then rose into the air, waving his palms and hitting Yan Feng hard.

Everyone around only heard a popping sound, and the blood in the mouth of the door demon spurted wildly, and the screams were endless.

"Good!"

I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and the crowd immediately resounded with a tsunami-like cheer.

After eighteen palms, Tong Hui withdrew his hand and let Yan Feng, who had already fainted, slam on the water. There was already a sharp-eyed and quick-handed family who came to worship the boat, scooped up the swallow wind, lifted it up and threw it heavily in the boat.

The people on both sides immediately stepped forward, took away the jade scissors in Yan Feng's hand, and took out the ropes that had been prepared long ago to tie him up like a zongzi.

One of the worshippers looked at the stumps and corpses floating in the lake around him, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked at Yan Feng, and his companions on the side hurriedly stopped him. The principals of the various families are still on the shore, maybe they still have something to ask this demon, let their companions kick it like this, and if they don't get it right, they will kick it to death.

The offering of kicking people was pulled, and he kicked and kicked several times before he stopped, and the last mouthful of thick phlegm spit on Yan Feng's face.

Tong Hui had already jumped on the boat at this moment, and several families worshiped one after another. If it weren't for Tong Hui going out to help this time, not to mention the loss of face of several families, even the lives of these worshippers would not be guaranteed.

After a fierce battle, Tong Hui was also a little tired, nodded to a few offerings, and sat cross-legged on the boat with his eyes closed.

Several worshippers turned the fishing boat around and slowly rowed towards the shore. Along the way, the fishermen who were soaked in the water were rescued one by one.

Approaching the shore, the crowd boiled.

When Tong Hui opened his eyes, he saw that the heads of several families on the shore were looking at him with a smile, full of respect. The people around him also looked at him as if they were welcoming heroes.

Tong Hui got up, and the offerings on the boat gave way to both sides. Tong Hui raised his feet and walked onto the riverbank.

Behind him, Song Zhongyue and other martial arts halls and dart players did not make a move, but they were also applauded by the people on the shore. Since then, the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall and the Xingyuan Dart Bureau have become famous, and the two groups of people have been blessed by things.

"The old heroes have worked hard. Several of the heads of the family gave up their hands and were very enthusiastic. Tong Hui made a move this time to save the face of several families, and everyone was very grateful.

Tong Hui is not good at words, and he gives his hand as a courtesy. Everyone also knows a little about Tong Hui, and knows that he is a martial arts hermit, and his personality is arrogant, so they don't care.

"This time, thanks to the righteous action of the old hero, we were able to capture this demon. After a while, we will openly interrogate this demon, and then make the Dharma public to comfort the victim's soul. Heroes of the ages are invited to attend. It was Wu Hongpeng, the contemporary head of the Wu family, the first family in Xiubo City, who spoke.

"I'm not going to participate. Tong Hui shook his head, he also happened to meet this time. He has never liked mundane socializing, and he subconsciously wants to push it off.

Wu Hongpeng arched his hand and said: "Don't shirk the old hero. This time, the demon was caught, thanks to the old hero Huwei, if you don't participate, we are deeply disturbed. Besides, this demon has extraordinary means, if he wakes up and breaks free from the shackles, without the old hero in charge, I am afraid that it will hurt the innocent. ”

When Wu Hongpeng said this, Tong Hui couldn't excuse himself, thought about it for a while, and nodded as a response.

Wu Hongpeng was overjoyed, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to take Tong Hui down to rest, while ordering Zhang Luo to prepare.

At this time, the worshippers on the ship had already dragged Yan Feng down, and the crowd squeezed forward, wanting to see the appearance of the Daomen demon. Some other people whose family members were poisoned by Yan Feng were even more angry and wanted to come forward to beat him to vent their anger.

Wu Hongpeng hurriedly asked people to stop him, and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, wait a while, we will openly interrogate this demon, and we will definitely give everyone a satisfactory explanation when the time comes." If there are family members who are killed or injured, we will also compensate them as appropriate. Everyone, don't be impatient!"

The Wu family was powerful in Xiubo City, and Wu Hongpeng was also prestigious, and the people quieted down after his persuasion, leaving only the miserable cries of the families of the victims.

Everyone works together to get twice the result with half the effort, and in a short time, everything is ready to stop. Wu Hongpei and other family heads went to invite Tong Hui.

When Tong Hui arrived, a wooden platform had been erected on the riverbank. Wu Hongpeng invited Tong Hui to take a seat, and then sat on the main seat, and the rest of the family heads sat on both sides.

"Bring the demon man to the stage!" Wu Hongpeng shouted.

"Yes. ”

The two worshippers, one on the left and one on the right, came over with a swallow wind like a dead pig, and threw him high and threw him on the stage from a distance.

"Bump" Yan Feng slammed on the wooden board, and with a muffled snort, Yan Feng woke up from his coma.

Yan Feng, who had just woken up, only felt that Zhou's body was in abnormal pain, and he randomly found that he was tied up, and he raised his head with difficulty, and he saw a few unfamiliar faces. It wasn't until he saw Tong Hui that Yan Feng struggled, and subconsciously wanted to mobilize Zhenyuan to break free of the rope on his body. It's a pity that he suffered more than a dozen palms from Tong Hui in a row, and the meridians in his body have already been shattered, and at this moment, he forcibly mobilized the true yuan, and the inner mansion was like a lightning strike, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and there was a sharp pain all over his body. Yan Feng had suffered this kind of pain, and immediately screamed.

Seeing that the demon who had just been ferocious was in pain at this moment, the people around him only felt very happy and applauded.

Yan Feng thought that he was an immortal genius of cultivation in the Jade Shear Sect, and he was regarded as the pride of heaven in the sect, but at this moment, he was actually tied up, not only his image was ruined, but he was also treated as a horse monkey and was ridiculed by these humble ants, and an incomparably humiliating sense of shame suddenly came to his heart. Under the rapid attack, Yan Feng spurted out another mouthful of blood, his head tilted, and he fainted again.

Wu Hongpeng and the others looked at each other, and randomly asked someone to bring a bucket of lake water and splash him awake.

Yan Feng slowly turned around, looking at the mocking expressions of everyone present, and wanted to die headlonging.

Wu Hongpeng motioned to his subordinates to help Yan Feng up and put him in a kneeling position. Yan Feng was furious, struggled hard, and scolded in his mouth: "You ants, dare to humiliate the deity like this. When I recover from my injuries, I'm going to kill you all! You ants! How dare you..."

The Wu family on the side of the "snap" shook his hand and slapped Yan Feng's words in his mouth, and kicked him on the crook of his knees. Yan Feng couldn't mobilize Zhenyuan at this moment, except that his body was more resistant than mortals, he didn't have any strength, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

He was tied with more than a dozen ropes around him, and he couldn't exert his strength at all, plus one person on the left and right held him down, so he could only kneel on the ground in humiliation. Yan Feng was furious, he could only scold, but the cultivators were not good at words, his mouth was turned over and over, and there were only a few words back and forth, damn it, etc., the scolding was annoying, and the offerings on both sides even lacked interest in the palm mouth, so he let him be noisy.

Wu Hongpeng patted the table and asked loudly: "Who is the surname of the demon in the audience?"

Where would Yan Feng pay attention to Wu Hongpeng, a mortal, just scolding there.

Wu Hongpeng's face was a little unbearable, and he glanced over. The worship of his own family immediately walked over, and he shot seven or eight slaps at Yan Feng left and right. Without the True Yuan Protector, no matter how strong the body is, it can't withstand such a wild fan. By the time the offering was opened, Yan Feng's nose and face were already swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. Yan Feng is not stupid, the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, and he no longer scolds at the moment, but just looks at Wu Hongpeng angrily.

Wu Hongpeng was stared at so much that he was furious, and he was slightly relieved after glancing at Tong Hui. He coughed lightly, and drank a little bitterly: "The old man asks you again, what is your name, where did you come from, why lurking in the lake and hurting the people of Xiubo City?"

Yan Feng sneered: "You ants, you dare to hurt your Daoist Master Yan Feng! When I return to the sect and inform my master, his old man will definitely lead people to level your small city! You are dying!"

Wu Hongpeng's face tightened, he was extremely angry by Yan Feng's rampant anger, he couldn't help but be annoyed and ashamed, he didn't bother to try again, he stood up and drank: "Bold demon! Dare to threaten the old man! You have been diving in the lake, and you have repeatedly injured the people of Xiubo City with demon methods, and today you have killed dozens of my subordinates and people, and you have a lot of blood debts, and the way of heaven is intolerable! Today, the old man will behead you, the demon, for the sake of heaven! Come on, drag the demon of this gate to the lake, and behead it to show the public! Hang your head on the city gate to tell the world!"

The worshippers on both sides hugged their fists and said, "Yes." As he spoke, he lifted Yan Feng up and walked towards the lake.

Yan Feng never expected that this old man was completely uneasy about playing cards, and he wanted to kill himself without asking a few words. At the thought of death, a sense of fear suddenly hit his heart, and Yan Feng struggled desperately, but he was tied up like a zongzi, no matter how hard he tried, he just writhed like a worm, and it didn't help at all.

"I am a disciple of the Jade Cutting Sect, you can't kill me! My master is a master of the palace building period, if you hurt me a hair, my master will slaughter you all over the city! Let go of me! You ants, I am the chosen one, you can't kill me, you can't ......"

The Wu family offered a kick to him, the treasure knife in his hand was waved down, and Yan Feng's voice stopped abruptly.

In an instant, the surface of the lake was filled with blood, and a crimson color slowly dispersed with the water waves.