Feng Yanran still narrowed her eyes and said, "Leopard, you don't have to let go of these people. For one minute, if there are still people standing, you can walk back by yourself!"

"Okay! Second brother, look at me!" Yun Bao was overjoyed. The evil fire was so uncomfortable in his heart that he didn't ask for someone to fight. He wouldn't even be able to sleep. He roared angrily, like a ferocious cheetah pounced into the disciples of the "Qing Gang" who came over, punched and kicked, and elbowed his fingers. The sword light was flying, and the sound of people was heard. "Ding Ding Dangdang", one knife after another fell into dust, and one person flew out of the circle. In less than a minute, the more than 20 men were all lying on the ground, crying and howling ghosts and howling bones broke.

Yunbao clapped his hands, shook the dust on his body, and snorted coldly: "I have reminded you well, and I will welcome us in honestly, but I don't know how to raise my head, and I will not eat the punishment for toasting-Second brother, let's go in!"

Feng Yanran nodded and walked into the gate of the "Qing Gang". The "Qing Gang" in Hong Kong was deeply rooted. Although it was not as gorgeous as the "Hongmen", it was also a "big master". Otherwise, how could it be called the "two heroes" of the gang together with the "Hongmen"? It was the first time that someone had been called directly to the door in two hundred years, so the "Qing Gang" immediately went crazy. The people in the headquarters almost all came out. After calling, countless reinforcements rushed from all directions, and the whole of Hong Kong was shocked. Such a big noise naturally attracted the attention of many people, and everyone speculated that something happened to the "Qing Gang".

Feng Yanran and Yunbao walked into the headquarters of the "Qing Gang". The large courtyard where there were no people just now was crowded with people. Everyone was carrying a knife and stick in their hands. The "Qing Gang" is a community with a long history. Since its establishment, fighting has been the foundation for its establishment and development and growth. There is a tradition that remains unchanged, that is, fighting between gangs uses cold weapons more often. Unless it is necessary, guns and firearms will never be used unless it is absolutely necessary. This is the rule of the "Qing Gang" and the "Hongmen", and it is also an unwritten rule between the "gangs". For a hundred years, the "Qing Gang" and the "Hongmen" fought countless times, and the injured were helpless, but there were very few dead, which has a lot to do with this rule.

Seeing the disciples of the "Qing Gang" surrounded Feng Yanran and Yunbao, two men in their thirties walked out of the crowd, their faces were gloomy and extremely fierce. One was over two meters tall and as strong as a black tower. He held a thick back and opened the mountain knife in his hand. The knife weighed 72 and a half pounds; the other was thin and about 175 cm tall, holding a Tang sword in his arms, with a dark body, narrow and straight body, and the head of the knife was in the shape of a "7", with a cold air.

Feng Yanran saw that they knew that they were not ordinary disciples and their status in the "Qing Gang" must be quite high. Sure enough, the man with a burly figure as big as a bear opened his eyes and said in a muffled voice: "Who are you? How dare you enter the main hall of my "Qing Gang"?"

Feng Yanran replied without any speed and calmly, "It doesn't matter who we are. What's important is that we have a calculation to settle."

Another man said: "The Qing Gang has no relationship with you, what is the account? If you really want to settle the accounts, you will go to the main hall today and you will give the Qing Gang an explanation!"

Feng Yanran said coldly: "Who are you two? If you don't have the right to do things, just go to the side. I'll come to settle the score with Diane Ting. I don't want to start a big killing. Of course, if you insist on forcing me to take action, it's a different matter!"

The two men were so angry that they almost vomited blood, and they wanted to slash Feng Yanran with a knife immediately. The thin man said sternly: "My name is 'Wei Zongming', known as 'Soul Chasing Knife'. This is the senior brother of 'Luo Congxin', nicknamed 'Single Knife'. We are all one of the 'Qing Gang' and 'Ten Sharp Sword', responsible for guarding the 'Qing Gang' main hall!"

"'Ten sharp knives of the Qing Gang'?" Feng Yanran stared at Luo Congxin and Wei Zongming coldly and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it! I'll just ask you one thing, can you decide on the 'Qing Gang'? If you can't, go as far as you want. Don't delay me from looking for that old bastard in Diane Ting!"

"Roar—" Not only Luo Congxin and Wei Zongming, all the disciples of the "Qing Gang" were furious when they heard this. The "Ten Sharp Knifes of the Qing Gang" had a high status, second only to the gang leader and elder among the "Qing Gang". Each of them had extremely amazing military power. They did not rely on nepotism, but on bloody fighting with one sword and one gun to sit in the seat today. Who did not leave hundreds of scars on their bodies? Luo Congxin's nature was like a fire and could not bear it for a long time and shouted: "Good boy, I'm shameless. I'll chop you alive today-" Before he finished speaking, the "Shan Kaishan Knife" weighing 72 and a half pounds danced like a giant axe, the wind blew up and thunder, and the knife was like lightning, and it was like lightning, and it was chopped towards Feng Yanran.

At the same time, Wei Zongming thrust the Tang sword, his body was like lightning, and the narrow Tang sword turned into a black poisonous snake and stabbed at the cloud leopard. This sword was quick, accurate, without a trace, silent, and silent, slashing, slashing, and slashing, changing endlessly, and deeply grasped the essence of ancient Chinese sword techniques. The "Soul Chasing Sword" is indeed well-known.

Luo Congxin and Wei Zongming had amazing sword skills and were well-known among the "Qing Gang". Seeing that they took action, all the disciples of the "Qing Gang" were excited, thinking that with a single knife, they would definitely kill these two little boys who were ignorant of their heights and thickness.

Seeing Luo Congxin's "mountain sword" chopping down, Feng Yanran did not dodge, his eyes were as bright as water, and his waves were not shocked. Seeing this, the disciples of the "Qing Gang" thought Feng Yanran was frightened and someone couldn't help but applaud. Luo Congxin was shocked when he saw Feng Yanran not avoiding him. He heard from the people below that people were very skilled and would never be so vulnerable. Could it be that this little bastard was self-reliant and dared to take over his "mountain sword"? However, once the knife was taken, he would not show mercy. Since you dared to enter the "Qing Gang" headquarters, you must be prepared to sacrifice your sword with your body.

"Hu——" The sword wind roared, and the "mountain knife" slashed towards Feng Yanran's head with violent murderous aura. The knife weighed 72 and a half pounds. With Luo Congxin's natural divine power, this knife weighed at least a thousand pounds. Everyone thought that Feng Yanran would splatter blood from his body and head for five steps. The next moment, everyone was stunned, as if he had been imposed on the stamina technique, and stood on the spot. The huge "mountain knife" was two inches above his head and was clamped by Feng Yanran with his hands, like cast iron, and he did not move at all. Luo Congxin was shocked and tried his best to grab the knife. As a result, his face was purple and his neck was blue. The big "mountain knife" did not want to move at all.
Chapter completed!