Chapter 47 The forty-seventh chapter counts into the tiger's den

Yifeng Yixi: "That's the word." Turning his gaze, he saw that the men in the teahouse who were waving their hands were really obedient, and all of them stopped. Looking at the place where he spoke again, he couldn't help being disappointed. It turned out that only a man in blue and a man in purple came.Yi Feng knew that the man in purple was probably the "Purple Clothes Fragrance Lord" of Tianzheng Sect, and although the "Purple Cloth Fragrance Master" had a high status in Tianzheng Sect, he had not seen the face of the leader. Sure enough, the purple-clothed incense lord walked up to Yi Feng and said coldly:

"Which way is my friend? You are not weak, but with this skill, you want to play wild on the cover, friend! Your tricks are too weak!" Yi Feng's heart moved, and suddenly he took a lunge, caught the eyes of the purple-clothed incense master with his left hand, hooked his right leg, and swept towards him three times with a "sweeping leg". This purple-clothed man is not small in Henan, and his martial arts are not weak, so how could he take such crops as "sweeping the legs" in his eyes?With a sneer, his right palm punched like the wind, hitting Yi Feng's chest, but his left palm swished and sliced ​​off Yi Feng's sweeping leg.

Yi Feng let out a cry of alarm, the kicked leg seemed to have poured out all his strength and could not be retracted, he shrank back as hard as he could, the man in purple sneered, turned his palm, and saw Yi Feng's foot One staggered, "poof", and fell to the ground. Just getting up from the ground, those Tianzheng believers who were dizzy by Yi Feng's beating at first couldn't help cheering at this moment. The man in purple sneered and said: "Friend! You'd better lie down there for the uncle honestly! If you want to show off, you have to find a place!"

The look of pride was beyond words, and he looked sideways and shouted: "Brothers! Don't tie up this idiot, send it back to the chief helm, and let the master Jiang rudder punish him!" Yi Feng made a dejected look, but he was secretly happy in his heart, thinking to himself that his fall was finally a good one, and he could finally meet the golden-clothed Fragrant Lord in Kaifeng's mansion. But when those Tianzheng believers came to tie him up with curses in their mouths.He couldn't help cursing inwardly, he wished he could punch and kick this group of rough guys to their heart's content.

The purple-clothed Fragrance Master turned his eyes upwards, and led the way with his hands behind his back. His arrogant appearance was indeed unbearable! Two straight-eyed men tied up Yifeng Wuhuada, dragged him to the street gate, got a cart, and threw him on it with a "bang". Yi Feng couldn't help being angry, but he saw that the arrogant Zi Yi Xiangzhu also got into the car.The carriage rattled forward. The purple-clothed fragrance master looked at him sideways, and said coldly: "Friend! What's your last name? What's your name? Who did you instigate to come here to act wildly? If you recruited honestly, you could suffer less, otherwise... Hey! Then you can't eat it. If you keep going, then your fun will be great!"

Yi Feng closed his eyes and did not answer his words. The purple-clothed fragrance master raised his eyebrows and cursed angrily: "Kill the embryo! If you don't speak now, the uncle will not tell you to straighten your neck and call grandma later, and the uncle will not call Xiaosangmen." Chen Jingren, the owner of Ziyi Xiang's Xiaosang sect, scolded all the way, but Yi Feng seemed not to hear it at all. After walking for about two cups of tea, the car stopped.The little Sangmen stood up with a sneer, kicked Yi Feng hard with a "bang", and cursed: "Death Row! Your land has arrived."

Da Ji hurriedly got out of the car, and asked two men to carry Yi Feng down, but he brushed his clothes and walked in through the gate. When Yi Feng got out of the car, he saw that the place where the carriage stopped was the entrance of a huge house, with a vermilion lacquer gate, a shiny door knocker, and on both sides of the gate, a row of more than a dozen stone stakes for tying horses.The grandeur is like the mansion of some high-ranking official, even more so. Those two men, dressed in green clothes and soap hats, were dressed like domestic servants, but they still couldn't get rid of their aggressive looks. They also drank all the way and got Yi Feng in. Much more arrogant, he didn't treat Yi Feng as a human being!

Yi Feng was both angry and angry, the ferocity of this "heavenly struggle for religion" seems to be beyond the rumors!A small branch in Kaifeng, dealing with a "prisoner" who just swears a few words, is so powerful!For the rest, it is natural to ask. When they reached the entrance of the hall, the two men pushed Yi Feng towards the stone steps, bowed inside and said: "Helmsman! The prisoners outside have already been brought up." This man actually called Yi Feng a "prisoner".Yi Feng raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and there was a faint murderous intent in his eyebrows.

Someone in the hall coughed dryly and said: "Bring him up." On the one hand, he said: "Chen Xiangzhu! You are too careful, this kind of trivial boy, you dismissed him yourself, or it will be over, why bring it here!" Just listening to the insane "Little Sangmen" just now, he said in a low voice at this moment: "What the rudder master said is true, but this kid seems to have some troubles under his hands. Many of the brothers in the city have fallen into his hands, so I sent him to the rudder master for punishment." This Kaifeng sub-rudder is none other than "Panlong Silver Stick" Jiang Boyang, at the moment he is holding a gaiwan in one hand, looking up at the sky, sitting on a mahogany chair in the middle of the hall, the little mourner stands beside him with his hands down.

As soon as Yi Feng entered the hall, he could see that the golden-clothed incense master in Kaifeng City who was fighting for education that day was Jiang Boyang, a disciple of Shaolin. It must be known that Yi Feng traveled all over the rivers and lakes in the past, this "coiling dragon silver stick" Jiang Boyang is quite famous in the martial arts world, and he has a lot of money, so Yi Feng also recognizes it. With a quick turn in his mind, he was certain that Jiang Boyang's status in the Heavenly Conflict Sect of the "Panlong Silver Stick" was definitely enough to see the true face of the leader. "Dragon silver stick" Jiang Boyang must also recognize it.

So he sneered, turned his head on purpose, and looked out of the hall. The little mourning gate has already scolded: "Kill the embryo! Do you know where this is? How dare you be so arrogant?" The "Panlong Silver Stick" Jiang Boyang lifted the lid of the bowl, took a sip of tea, and said in a low voice: "Friend! Why did you come to Kaifeng Prefecture? Tell me quickly! As long as your words are true, I will not make things difficult for you; otherwise, you should know the three words of 'Heavenly Zhengjiao' Words, I can't tolerate you cursing on the street." This "Panlong Silver Stick" Jiang Boyang really deserves to be from a decent background, when he speaks, he doesn't use dirty words in his mouth, compared to those characters from reckless backgrounds, he is indeed a bit smarter. Yi Feng still turned his face away, and said coldly: "I came to Kaifeng City just to find you. Is this how you treat guests?" Jiang Boyang put the tureen on the table with a "slap", and the hot tea in the bowl splashed all over the table.His brows were erected with anger, his eyes were like torches, and he sternly shouted: "My friend! Be careful with your words! If you really take 'Tian Zhengjiao' too carelessly, then you are asking for trouble!" Yi Feng suddenly burst into laughter, and with a shake of his arms, the thick ropes tied around his body were shaken off inch by inch. He turned around with a long smile and said: "Jiang Boyang! Don't you recognize me?" Seeing that the "prisoner" actually broke the rope, the "Panlong Silver Stick" was startled, the little mourner had already yelled at Yifeng angrily, and struck Yifeng with two palms "Zhi, ZH". But under Jiang Boyang's calmness, he has already seen who the "prisoner" is. Xiaosangmen Chen Jingren cut Yifeng's chest with his left palm, and chopped Yifeng's chest with his right palm, cutting down his shoulders and neck, but he saw that the man was still standing with a smile on his face, neither dodging nor dodging. He was wondering in his heart, but he didn't know that there was a sudden wind behind him, as if someone punched him hard on the back, he put himself first, and ignored the attack, his wrists and elbows sank slightly, and his heels spun. Unexpectedly, he scolded behind him: "Chen Jingren! Stop it!" It was actually the voice of that "coiling dragon silver stick" Jiang Boyang. Xiao Sangmen was even more amazed, he hadn't had time to finish his thought, the Panlong silver stick had already slapped him horizontally, kicking, kicking, kicking him, he rushed five or six steps to the side. Yi Feng smiled slightly and said: "Brother Boyang still recognizes me." In fact, he was also laughing in his stomach, seeing Jiang Boyang's face was ashen, bowed deeply to himself, and he said in awe: "Boyang didn't know it was the leader who came, and he didn't go far to meet him. He taught those idiots to be blind. Offending the leader is a capital offense. Please punish him severely." The little mourner was in a daze, when he heard Jiang Boyang's words, the fog all over his head turned into cold water, poured down his back, and a chill came out from his back. He touched his forehead with his hand, collected himself, and knelt down with a puff. Yi Feng's eyes turned, he raised his head and laughed loudly, using 70% of his true strength, he pushed towards the small mourning door, saying: "Your Excellency's martial arts are very good! It seems that the palm of the palm has the taste of the Yang Family Palm of the Northern School..." Xiaosangmen felt that he couldn't kneel anymore, his body swayed, and his heart was even more panicked. Before the fake leader finished speaking, he rushed to say: "The little one didn't know that it was the leader who offended him, but I hope the leader will forgive me." This "Little Sangmen" was lying on the ground, but it looked like a bereaved dog.Yi Feng thought of his arrogant appearance just now, compared with now, his laughter couldn't help but become louder. In fact, looking around the world, there are countless people like "Xiaosangmen"!