"Yinreng?"

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

"What is Ma Ge going to do? Don't he know that if Yinreng fails, it will cause a heavy blow to his reputation?"

He touched his chin and muttered to himself.

The old monk Yi Nian next to him looked at their increasingly abnormal coach for no reason.

However, Yang Feng soon put this problem aside. No matter what Kang Mazi was thinking, since he had brought the fat, don't blame him for being rude. Yinreng, although he is usually listed as a villain in various braided scenes, it seems that there are many fans. If he sprinkles a can of concentrated sulfuric acid on his face and then cut the little di chicken, I wonder if any fans will be heartbroken and die.

Alas, it's a sin!

"What the hell are you doing?"

Huang Wei said angrily.

"Ah, it's nothing, I'm just a little distracted. Come here and help me change my clothes. I'm not very good at wearing these clothes."

Yang Feng said.

Huang Wei's face turned red. Fortunately, there were no outsiders around her. She lowered her head and went forward, took a set of snow-like gold-patterned white robe to help Yang Feng put on, and put a seven-liang crown on him. Although Yang Dashuai's official position was self-proclaimed, it was still the pillar of the Ming Dynasty today. It was not an exaggeration to wear a first-rate seven-liang crown. Then she tied a jade belt around her waist. The fluttering clothes in the dark lights in the room were also very tempting. After putting on his outfit, Huang Wei was a little confused first.

"Why would I be shy when I look at me with such eyes!"

Yang Feng said shamelessly.

Huang Wei glared at him and whispered: "Do you really want this?"

"Of course, just wait, I will definitely bring Mr. Lord one back."

Yang Feng said.

"I, let me go with you!"

Huang Wei said.

"That won't work. If you want to go, I can't do anything. Be good, follow the master and kill the old dog traitor first, and then go back to Zhoushan directly. No need to wait for me. I promise to take Mr. Zhuyi back."

Yang Feng stroked her shoulder and said.

Huang Wei stood there with red eyes sobbing.

"Okay, don't cry, come and have a hug!"

Yang Feng said with his arms wide open.

Huang Wei punched him angrily, looked at the old monk Yi Nian who was pretending to be looking at the moon, and hesitated for a moment and threw himself into Yang Feng's arms. Then the two of them hugged him. 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, walking out like Mr. Shi who was carrying the coffin in Terminator 3.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around 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. After seeing him turn around, he finally couldn't control his emotions. He suddenly wanted to rush out of the door and pounce on him, but was caught by the old monk Yi Nian, and could only cry there, reaching out his hand as if he wanted to hold him.

"Go back and wait for me!"

Yang Feng said with a firm expression, and then merged into the night.

"Oh, my children are in love!"

Looking at Huang Wei, who was still looking at Yang Feng's disappearance, as if she was exhausted, she was sitting on the ground crying bitterly, and the old monk Yi Nian sighed with a sigh. It was obvious that this scene also evoked the memory he had pressed in his heart. In that bloody era, who had not ordered a story! But almost a quarter of an hour later, he still pulled Huang Wei and left the hiding house with four carefully selected masters, and then took a boat to Xiaoshan to clean up Mao Qiling who betrayed Huang Baijia. Yang Feng went to rescue Huang Baijia alone. Although it felt incredible, he promised that others could not say anything, only Huang Wei, who was already in love with him, could not bear the worries.

Their mission is very simple. Mao Qiling is not a senior official of the court, but an ordinary family. He will not have any guard power at all. The only obstacle is the Xiaoshan City Wall. However, these people are all martial arts masters. Even Huang Wei has been practicing martial arts since she was a child. It is not easy for them to destroy them. As long as they enter the city, these guys who are familiar with Xiaoshan and kill people are terrified, they are not easy to deal with him. Two hours later, they chopped off the old guy's head, and then posted a notice printed with the reason for killing him onto his wall, and then disappeared into the waterway like a spider web by boat.

Early in the morning, Yong Kinmen, Hangzhou.

The common people who were busy starting their hard life on the road outside the city were stunned to look at a pedestrian on the road, without braids, white robe and jade belt, wearing a hat that was only seen on the stage, carrying a huge green jar, which was almost half a person tall, thicker than an adult's waist, and looked extremely weighty, but he carried it with great ease, and admired the surroundings curiously while walking.

Those honest and honest people quickly bowed their heads and intuition told them that they should stay away from such weirdos.

Their intuition was very sharp. Soon the weirdo walked to Yongkin Gate. The flag army guarded the gate in Hangzhou were all flag soldiers. After seeing his image, especially after seeing that he had no braids, he was blackmailing a flag army officer who was extorting an ordinary person into the city. He was shocked at first, then waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Come on, take this thief down for me!"

Four flag soldiers immediately walked forward with their waist knives.

"Wait a moment!"

Yang Feng said without any awareness and reached out to stop him.

The four flag soldiers were stunned, probably confused by his calmness, and stood there looking at each other in front of each other.

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

Yang Feng pointed to a portrait at the city gate with great care and said that the person on it was painted vaguely, and the following was naturally an introduction to his official identity. Then there was a silver reward below, which was as high as 100,000 taels, and he was also given a viscount to be reborn as the Zhenghuang Banner.

The officer quickly turned his head, looked at the portrait first, then looked back at him, then tore the portrait off the wall, walked forward a few steps, and watched Yang Feng carefully compare, suddenly screamed.

"Hurry, don't leave this demon!"

He yelled subconsciously.

The four soldiers subconsciously rushed towards Yang Feng with hatred.

It was indeed full of hatred. At this time, the Hangzhou Banners hated him so much that they gritted their teeth. How many people's family was destroyed because of him, and how many people's parents, wives and children died at his hands.

Yang Feng took something from the green jar with his right hand, and there was a pipe behind the jar connected to it. Just as the four flag soldiers rushed to him, Yang Feng raised his hand and held his palms at them. The front end of the strange thing in his palm suddenly ejaculated a yellow-green smoke. The four soldiers were wrapped in it, and then a soldier who had rushed to him was so angry that he couldn't even straighten his waist. He knelt directly at his feet, just like those patients with late stages of tuberculosis, coughing violently in pain, and spitting out red foam phlegm while coughing. The other three soldiers behind the soldier also lay on the ground in the same position and coughed desperately.

"Don't get close!"

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

"Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows!"

The officer screamed in horror.

Several soldiers on the city wall immediately took out their bows and arrows, and some people holding bird guns aimed at Yang Feng, and then sharp arrows and bullets were shot out at the same time. 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 bounced away.

Well, this is a new feature that Yang Feng discovered when he forced his kiss on Huang Wei last time. The golden dragon that had almost entangled his whole body would block all attacks for him. He had tried it secretly before. He was immune to knife and axe chopping, and even gritted his teeth and shot his arm. The round lead bullet was blocked by the golden dragon's body, and there was no fire. Now he didn't know whether he could block the shells of the red-clothed cannon. As for other types of attacks, he could completely ignore it.

Even when the energy approaches its body, it is blocked by the golden dragon, and then sucks it into the transparent body and filters it out, which is much better than a gas mask.

Well, what he was carrying was a gas on his shoulder, which was a gas tank containing 500 kilograms.

This is his weapon that he went to Hangzhou alone. What could be better than this? Even if he held a heavy machine gun and was covered with bullets, he would have to be exhausted. However, this thing had almost no ammunition limit. After all, it was 500 kilograms. Even if he was allowed to open it, it would probably have to be put on for a while. The machine gun would overheat if it could not fire many rounds, and even mechanical failures would occur. This basically would not have these messy things. Except for the closer range, there was no other problem. It was versatile in the work that guns and grenades could do, and more importantly, it was also large-scale destructive. It was not afraid that hundreds of Qing soldiers would rush over to play with him to play the tactics of the sea of ​​people.

Not to mention hundreds, even thousands of people rushing over, it is useless. It is just adding some victims to him.

Poor four flag soldiers became the first victims. In a blink of an eye, they coughed so hard that they curled up in the oil pan on the ground, and soon fell into a coma in pain.

Yang Feng took a step forward leisurely with arrows and iron sand. He sprayed casually over his head in the horrified eyes of the soldiers on the city wall. The Eight Banners soldiers above him dispersed like frightened sparrows. Then he walked to the already stupid flag officer, looked at him with a deep look, then raised his hand and shot him with a chlorine face. He walked past his fallen body amid the latter's painful screams, and then entered Hangzhou City leisurely.
Chapter completed!