This young man was almost the same height as Yang Xingzhou, but he was like a chicken in Yang Xingzhou's hands. After he grabbed his neck, his limbs were completely powerless and hung limply. It was impossible to resist. Only his mouth could open and close.

, shouted: "Brother, if you have something to say, please say it. If you have something to say, please say it. If there is something wrong with my Wuhumen, please just say it. I promise I will never do it again!"

Yang Xingzhou asked as he walked: "What's your name?"

The young man shouted: "Feng Yiming, brother, no matter what happens, we can sit down and talk about it, why do we have to do it..."

Yang Xingzhou raised him up to his eyes, stared into his eyes, and asked softly: "Okay, let me ask you, do you know what happened at Sister Zhong's house?"

Feng Yiming was slightly startled and said: "Her son was killed by herself. What does it have to do with my Feng family? Brother, please don't listen to what others say, and you have mistakenly blamed a good person!"

Yang Xingzhou sneered: "Really? Are you blaming a good person? Are you worthy of being called a good person?"

At this moment, three men walked out of the hall ahead.

Among the three people, there were two middle-aged men wearing military attache uniforms, and two middle-aged men wearing official uniforms. Only the tall and burly old man in the middle stood out.

This old man wears a bronze satin robe and has two small white mustaches on his upper lip. He is about fifty years old. He wears a Chinese jade bracelet on his right wrist and holds an emerald snuff bottle in his left hand. He looks like a pampered squire, but

His steps are steady and his eyes are powerful. It seems that his martial arts skills are not low.

The old man stood outside the hall door. When he raised his eyes, he saw Yang Xingzhou coming with Feng Yiming in his arms. Anger suddenly surged on his face and he shouted: "Who are you? How dare you come to Foshan to act wild! Put my child down quickly."

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Since Yang Xingzhou entered the courtyard, the two military attachés beside him had fixed their eyes closely on Yang Xingzhou, with expressions of surprise and excitement on their faces.

Yang Xingzhou was wearing the clothes of the former dynasty, with a hairpin in his long hair. He was openly shouting at the court, and the two of them couldn't help but pay attention. As for Feng Yiming, he was Feng Tiannan's son. Whether he was dead or alive, the two of them didn't care much.

After the Manchus entered the customs, Dorgon began to ask the people of the Central Plains to shave their hair and change their clothes. If anyone did not obey, they would "leave their hair but not their heads". I don't know how many bloody men were killed. It was already the Qianlong period, and people who shaved their heads were

Changing clothes has been practiced all over the country. After several generations of changes, most of the people have long forgotten the clothes of their ancestors and have become accustomed to the money, rat tail and horse cover. At this time, Yang Xingzhou was really conspicuous when he was dressed like this.

The two military attachés were Manchu officials and had always wanted to be promoted. When they saw Yang Xingzhou dressed up like this, they looked at each other and both felt that promotion and fortune would come today. As long as they caught Yang Xingzhou, they would inevitably be rewarded by the court and highly regarded by their superiors.

Seeing Feng Tiannan slowly walking forward, the two of them followed suit, preparing to outflank Yang Xingzhou.

Yang Xingzhou turned a blind eye to the actions of the two military attaches. He just raised Feng Yiming in the air and looked at the old man opposite: "Are you Feng Tiannan? The head of the Wuhu Clan?"

The old man opposite gave a cold snort and glanced at Yang Xingzhou: "What do you call your Majesty?"

Without waiting for Yang Xingzhou to answer, he suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his arms, grabbed Feng Yiming's chest with one hand, and slapped Yang Xingzhou's left rib with the other.

He saw that Yang Xingzhou was young, and even though he was good at defeating his son, it was definitely not as good as his decades of skill, so he was ready to take the risk. He traveled across the two provinces and looked down upon the heroes, and in the land of Guangxi and Guangxi, he

There were few opponents, so I took action this time with a lot of confidence in my heart.

As soon as the palm was released, the young man on the other side suddenly retreated, and then he suddenly swung Feng Yiming up, treating it like a long weapon, and smashed it at him.

Feng Tiannan was shocked and hurriedly closed his hands and retreated. Just as he was retreating, Yang Xingzhou chuckled, his hands suddenly loosened, and Feng Yiming's body hit Feng Tiannan like a cannonball.

When he threw Feng Yiming, he spit it out with all his strength, instantly sealing his acupuncture points. Therefore, Feng Yiming was unable to survive in the air. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst, and he shouted: "Daddy

help me!"

Feng Tiannan's beard and hair spread out, he shouted loudly, and pressed and patted Feng Yiming's body with his hands. Feng Yiming's body, which was charging forward in the air, suddenly flew sideways, and landed just in front of a military attaché.

The military attache was stunned, then caught Feng Yiming and put him down gently.

Just when Feng Yiming was flying around, Yang Xingzhou had already arrived in front of Feng Tiannan and suddenly pushed forward with his palms.

He has now practiced the nameless mental method on the gold foil, and also practiced the unique skills of the Blood Knife Sect. Even the Shenzhao Sutra has been figured out by him. His internal strength has increased, and he is no longer inferior to Ding Dian, who has mastered the Shenzhao Sutra.

When pushing forward with both palms, the power is so great that it can be said to be unparalleled in this world.

When Feng Tiannan saw the momentum of the slap with his palms, he knew that he could not catch it. However, at this moment, there was no other way but to hit it hard. He immediately raised his palms and faced Yang Xingzhou.

boom!

The two palms intertwined, and Feng Tiannan's tall body suddenly flew up from the ground. He was in the air, blood spurted out, and flew more than two feet away before he stumbled to the ground.

After he landed, the bones all over his body crackled and were as dense as fried beans. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Xingzhou, but he remained motionless.

When Yang Xingzhou pushed forward with both palms, the two military attachés next to him shouted loudly at the same time, flew up, drew out the sabers on their waists at the same time, and slashed at Yang Xingzhou.

Yang Xingzhou didn't move when he suddenly kicked out. The military attaché on the left screamed and was already kicked somersaulting by him. Then he kicked him again. The military attaché on the right was also kicked backwards and howled miserably.

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Suddenly, the sound of a hidden weapon piercing the air came from behind. Yang Xingzhou heard the sound and identified his position. He turned slightly to one side and saw a silver star grazing his cheek. The force was quite impressive.

He looked in the direction from which the hidden weapon flew, and saw a woman in purple leaping in from outside the courtyard wall. She was in front of Yang Xingzhou in the blink of an eye. A soft silver whip in her hand suddenly shook, and a silver ball was at the tip of the whip.

He made a very clear sound, pointed at Yang Xingzhou's chest, and shouted: "Keep this man alive!"

This woman flew up in the air, looking like a flying fairy. The soft whip of silver wire, which was more than ten feet long, was filled with her internal power, and it was like a spear, pointing at Yang Xingzhou's chest. This skill alone was already the most powerful thing in Yang Xingzhou's life.

Among the women I have seen, Shui Sheng from Liancheng Jue is the most skilled woman, but she is much inferior.

Seeing how fast her whip came, Yang Xingzhou let out a long laugh, suddenly leaned forward and ran forward. In an instant, he was in front of the woman and punched her in the face: "Get out!"

He was using the Shadowless Divine Fist from the Shenzhao Sutra. His movements were fast and his punches were invisible. He was so fast that the sound of the punch almost hit the woman. Before the woman in purple even hit the ground, Yang Xingzhou's fist had already reached her.

She faced the door.

The woman screamed in fright, and suddenly lowered her head to dodge. After all, she was a little slow. With a "pop", her long hair was knocked away by Yang Xingzhou's punch, revealing a bare head with incense scars on it, but

It turned out to be a nun with a wig all over her head.

"Bah, it turns out to be a little nun!"

Yang Xingzhou put away his fists, looked at the little nun in front of him, and shouted: "Do monks also like to meddle in other people's business?"

The nun opposite was shocked. After taking a few steps back, she said, "You...who are you?"

Yang Xingzhou punched forward again: "Are you worthy of asking me my name?"

The silver whip in the nun's hand trembled, turning into a ray of white light and whipping towards Yang Xingzhou's leg. Yang Xingzhou's forward body suddenly stopped, and he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on it, trampling the silver whip swung by the woman under his feet.

He dodged, and the long sword behind his back was already drawn in his hand, and he stabbed the nun opposite to her throat.

This nun had never encountered a master like Yang Xingzhou in her life. When she was frightened, Yang Xingzhou's long sword had already reached her throat.
Chapter completed!