http://www.qidian.com/book/1040013.aspx "Fist Gang"

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The orchid jacket, white robe and red top hat were dressed up by the Dongchang men. When Mr. Liu was still a shabby civil servant, the Jinyiwei came here to guard it. Since the future was long, it was naturally the Dongchang men who came here to guard it, or to be honest, they came here to monitor it.

The guard of the East Factory looked at the Jinyiwei in front of him. He knew that it was the lowest school patrol. A look of contempt flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised. As soon as he started to contempt, he immediately remembered Jiang Feng's violent attacks just now, and immediately became serious on his face. He thought that the thief in front of him was not a Jiangyang dress in Jinyiwei's clothing. He looked at the deserted house and started attacking.

Of course, Jiang Feng recognized the Dongchang uniform that was hated by gods and ghosts. This clothes could be more disgusting than the Yuanyang Battle Jacket of the Jinyiwei. Just as he was about to ask, the other party was there and snorted and shouted angrily:

"The bold madman from there actually entered the bachelor's mansion in broad daylight. Do you know the king's law at the foot of the emperor??"

"What nonsense? I'm the Jinyiwei who is on duty here. You are the bastard from there."

Jiang Feng shouted back at the top of his voice. If the iron ruler hadn't been dodging quickly, it would have been a situation where the brain burst out. He would have been polite to the other party, but he was also careful. If he didn't come for so few days, he would have climbed over the wall after coming. No one would think he was a good person.

When he shouted back, he threw his waist card over and took it over. The actor took it casually. While staring at Jiang Feng with defense, he quickly looked at the waist card. This was a real thing.

However, the people from Dongchang have always been a habit of being domineering. The Dongchang man threw his waist card on the ground and said with a grim smile:

"I don't know whether this is true or not. I will interrupt your hands and feet first and throw it to your tutoring department to ask clearly..."

He looked at Jiang Feng's bare hands, but he was holding an iron ruler in his hand, and he had already hit the opponent with a heavy blow, which obviously had the upper hand. Since that was the case, he would just do it simply. Although Jiang Feng's back was either facing him or lying down, his fierce attack made him have to be wary of it.

However, after seeing the iron ruler in his hand, a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although those martial arts novels say that they can be used to cut into the blade with empty hands, the advantage brought by having a handy weapon in actual combat is not a little bit. Thinking of this in my mind, the iron ruler in his hand turned around in a circle.

The two of them were not far away, so they naturally understood that the sentence that interrupted their hands and feet just now made Jiang Feng extremely angry. The other party's grim expression almost made him explode. He ignored the pain in his back, and his muscles bounced and stood up completely, shouting and cursing at the Dongchang man:

"Your mother, I'll break my hands and feet. Grandpa, I want to see your skills."

The opposite man listened to his yelling and scolded, and sneered and did not attack. He was still trapped. Maybe the words of the Jinyiwei in front of him were arousing his attack. He couldn't escape anyway, and it wouldn't be too late to wait for the injury to start. Although the iron ruler just now was not implemented, he was confident that he had caused considerable bruises to the Jinyiwei.

Jiang Feng took two steps to one side, reached out and buckled his waist, and pulled the belt off. The Dongchang Fanzi opposite was stunned, thinking that the Jinyiwei in front of him would take off his pants and fight him, but the tall Jinyiwei in front of him did not fall off.

I just held a cotton belt in my hand and couldn't help laughing. What else can the cotton belt with a tug on my waist cause? Could it be that I can fight the iron ruler in my hand?

Before he finished laughing, Jiang Feng was already in front of him. The belt in his hand was pulled straight up and down. The Dongchang Manzi had made up his mind. There was no iron button or something on the other party's cotton belt. Even if it was pulled on his face, it would be a red mark.

As long as you poke your own iron ruler between the opponent's chest and abdomen, the opponent can completely lose his combat effectiveness.

But the wind brought by the belt immediately gave him the idea. It was clearly the wind brought out when the iron whip hit. In a hurry, he could only turn his arms and raise the iron ruler to resist.

With a "bang", Dongchang's son screamed in pain. Although the iron ruler held the opponent's attack, the belt was soft and the front end was still thrust on the back of Fanzi's hands.

This was a belt, which was clearly an iron whip. The Dongchang Manzi wanted to cover his hands but knew that he could not react on the battlefield. He was about to retreat, but the belt had already come in the second stroke. He didn't have time to defend himself. He thrust heavily on Fanzi's left shoulder, and the white robe on his body was immediately rolled down a large piece of clothes.

It felt like a big stick was hit there, and the left shoulder couldn't be lifted up. The monk was smoking a cold air there, and quickly retreated to the back. He knew that if it weren't for the thick clothes in winter, the shoulder would have been ruined. He originally thought that the iron ruler in his hand was considered a weapon, but the length of the other party's belt was three times longer than the iron ruler, and the weight was probably made of steel.

Jiang Feng looked at the Dongchang Anime who was staggering towards the back. He was about to chase him, but he felt a burning pain in his back and suddenly froze. The Anime finally recovered and covered her shoulders not far away, gasping for breath. The back of the hand that was pulled was already covered in blood and was staring at the belt in his hand in surprise.

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

This is the Ming Dynasty version of the three magic weapons of modern youth fighting Europe: "bricks, wooden sticks, and armed belts". Jiang Feng, who is a fighter expert in modern times, knows that modern streets are getting cleaner and cleaner, and it is difficult to pick up bricks at any time, and it is not easy to hold wooden sticks in a swagger. If you carry a knife and a firearm, the crime will be a big deal.

Therefore, the armed belt that can be used as a whip is convenient. It is wrapped around the waist and has no way to find out. You can pick it up at critical moments and swing it, which has endless magical uses.

Although people traveled to ancient times, their good habits did not change. So they found a craftsman to make a cowhide belt, which was wrapped with silver wire and iron wire. In order to avoid scratches, they simply sewed a sealed cotton cloth on the outside, 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 a little, and Jiang Feng rushed over directly, swaying his left hand. The Dongchang man knew that it was a feint and retreated to the back. Sure enough, Jiang Feng's right waist swept towards the lower plate, and a small jump made it flash. The iron ruler in his hand waved towards Jiang Feng, but when his arm moved, the wound that was pulled by the belt just now was immediately touched.

As soon as the movement slowed down, Jiang Feng turned his left fist upwards and rushed towards the Tiger. The Fuhu in the eight Vajra Fist Vajra Fist was simple, but it hit the lower abdomen that Dongchang Fan had to be guarded against. Although the person could not jump high, it was always difficult to leverage in mid-air. In addition, the wound was even more powerful than Jiang Feng, so the flaws were immediately displayed.

The belt below was already lifted up and was thrust heavily between Dongchang Fanzi's legs. When it landed, it was not as if it was standing, but even if it fell to the ground, it seemed like shrimps, curled up in a ball, and it hurt so much that it was speechless.

Jiang Feng also touched the wound on his back, and he couldn't move there, and cursed fiercely:

"If you don't lose one of your arms today, I am not the Jinyiwei who decides for the people."

Although he was speaking fiercely, he didn't dare to move too much now. The wound behind him had indeed started to occur, and the movement was like tearing. He was standing there stiffly. The Dongchang Fanzi lying on the ground on the opposite side had very strong ability to resist the blow.

He actually got up and stumbled towards the gatehouse. It was better to say that he was climbing than walking. Jiang Feng was very anxious. He had not taken his embroidered spring sword with him for a long time. If the other party took out a steel knife or a military standard weapon, the belt in his hand and the dagger in his arms would not have much effect.

When he thought of this, Jiang Feng didn't care about any matters that were related to human life. He took out a dagger from his arms and prepared to throw it out.

The Dongchang man was trained for a long time. Although he stood up in pain all over his body, his whole body was a little out of control. He also knew which iron ruler he had at the beginning. The Jinyiwei on the opposite side was also injured and could not move. He staggered to the doorman and walked around, and the corner of his eyes was still staring at Jiang Feng's actions there.

Seeing Jiang Feng picking out a dagger in his hand, his heart suddenly became cold. He knew how strong his opponent's hand was. This time, he was definitely not safe from his life. He was frightened and stood there in fear and dared not move. He stared at Jiang Feng opposite him, but he didn't expect that Jiang Feng was already angry and twisted. He suddenly laughed at him, then took out his scabbard and stuffed the dagger back.

Before the Dongchang's phonetook reacted, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his head, and suddenly there was extremely darkness in front of him.

Throwing the flying knife is a technical technique. When Jiang Feng was practicing Bajiquan, if it was a gun, stick, and knife, it was the best among the brothers on the stick. However, flying knife is almost a specialized practice technique in modern times. If it is not ten or twenty years of hard work, it may not work.

Jiang Feng probably threw the dagger out of his hand. If he aimed at the house on one side, he might stab the Dongchang man. If he aimed at the Dongchang man, God would know where he would stab it.

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