Mr. Yang's real name is Yang Laoqi, a friend of Master Ba Ye.
Later, Ba Ye's master was killed by his enemies, and Yang Laoqi became disabled due to serious injuries.
So Yang Laoqi found Master Ba and acted as a master by his side to make suggestions.
As for the eighth master, he really listens to Yang Laoqi and has to ask him about everything.
"hey-hey!"
Listening to Yang Laoqi scolding himself as a three-legged cat, Master Ba giggled. If someone else had to say this, maybe the gangster would be furious. But Yang Laoqi told him that he was convinced. Because he was still a little kid when he learned skills from his master. Yang Laoqi has the same name as his master, so are their skills different?
So when Yang Laoqi talks about the Eighth Master, the Eighth Master has to listen.
"Mr. Yang, do you think there is a high chance of winning this Dragon Boat Festival martial arts competition with the Japanese? When this little devil comes, he will stay at home and not come out. Otherwise, I will go up and catch him and twist his head off."
Master Ba asked Yang Laoqi, who twirled his goatee and said: "The rumors about the Dragon Boat Festival are gods after gods. Some people even say that he is a martial arts star who descended to earth. But except for the battle at Sixing Warehouse No one except him has seen his true strength.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
So if we want to know whether this Dragon Boat Festival is the opponent of the little devil, we have to see him in person.
As for you kid, you want to go to the ring and try it with the devils? I advise you to give up this idea.
Your Iron Cloth Shirt is not a child's skill. It's okay for ordinary fights with people. But if you encounter a swordsman, you have to stay away. Your Iron Cloth Shirt can't block sharp weapons at all. "
Ba Ye sighed, and then cursed: "Grandma, if I had known better, I wouldn't have gotten married. Now I'm still a child, and I can break a hole in a wall."
Yang Laoqi laughed loudly: "I just didn't expect that at this moment, a man walking with his arms crossed came from the other side of the street."
This man was about 1.75 meters tall, wearing a black suit, black trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes.
White shirt, black tie, black top hat, and a black woolen coat.
Behind him is a follower wearing a Chinese tunic suit and carrying a large leather bag.
"Mr. Yang? Look, that kid has a samurai sword on his body. Could it be Chiba Sakuraichi? Hahaha, it's a coincidence that it's better to come sooner than later. I'm looking for this kid! He actually showed up at my door. ”
Yaye mistakenly believed that the young man carrying a samurai sword across the aisle was Chiba Yingyi, a Japanese swordsman. But actually it wasn’t, but Dragon Boat Festival, which was about to go to the Japanese Army Hospital.
Of course, if Dragon Boat Festival didn't wear this outfit, I'm afraid many people would recognize him. After all, his photo was published in the newspaper.
But what no one expected was that Dragon Boat Festival would come out dressed like this, with a Japanese sword slung around his waist.
Ordinary people would take a detour when they see the Dragon Boat Festival, but who dares to inquire? Even though it looks similar, who dares to ask?
But the Eighth Master dared to ask. Just when Yang Laoqi wanted to stop him, the Eighth Master had already strode over.
"Hahaha, little devil, I heard that you are a master of swordsmanship. Come and practice with us."
Ba Ye opened his arms and stopped Duanwu.
Duanwu tilted his head and looked at this person. He had a green dragon on his left and a white tiger on his right. He was wearing a sheepskin jacket and had a bare head. At first glance, he looked like a jerk.
But this bastard seemed to have some skills, because Duanwu saw more than thirty people following him, and all of them were wearing black coats and all dressed in the same uniform. Duanwu felt that these people must be members of some gang.
Dragon Boat Festival is short of manpower, and the asshole in front of them is very suitable. Because this person is a gangster, and the gangster's style of doing things is to be indifferent about life and death, and do it if he doesn't accept it.
"Hey hey hey!"
Duanwu sneered, because he was worried about not being able to find a helper, but the other party actually came to his door by himself.
Duanwu said: "I am not Japanese, but I am a master of swordsmanship. Do you want to practice?"
"Oh, not Japanese?"
Ba Ye sighed, because he wanted to bring bad luck to the Japanese, but he didn't expect that the other party was not Japanese, and he instantly lost interest.
"No fight, no fight, I just see how good that devil's swordsman is and want to try his skills. Alas, it's boring."
Master Ba looked very disappointed and wanted to go around Duanwu.
I just didn't expect that at this moment, Duanwu said softly: "I am Duanwu."
"Dragon Boat Festival? I'm still celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Master Ba was disdainful, but when he took two steps, his body suddenly froze, and then he quickly took two steps back and looked closely at Duanwu's face.
"Quick, quick, quick, get the newspaper."
Ba Ye stretched out his hand, and his subordinate quickly handed the newspaper into Ba Ye's hand. Master Ba looked at the Dragon Boat Festival while holding the newspaper. After a moment, he burst out laughing and hugged the Dragon Boat Festival.
"Haha, Dragon Boat Festival, hahaha! It's really Dragon Boat Festival!"
When Ba Ye called out, all the pedestrians on the street stopped and looked in the direction of Ba Ye and Duanwu.
Because they didn't dare to come forward at all before. One was the eighth master of the Qing Gang, and the other was a man carrying a Japanese sword and dressed like a gang leader. Who dared to come forward with such people?
But at this time, the sound of the Dragon Boat Festival instantly attracted everyone's attention.
And coincidentally, at this moment, countless leaflets suddenly fell from the sky above this huge intersection. The leaflets were colorful, just like a heavy snowfall.
At this time, everyone looked up at the flyers in the sky and grabbed one in their hands. However, they saw that there were only five words written on it, vertically: "I'm coming during the Dragon Boat Festival."
Just these five words, ordinary and without any literary talent. But at this moment, the whole place suddenly boiled.
Because the Dragon Boat Festival is here, he is like the sharp arrow that clears away the dark clouds above the heads of countless people, allowing them to see light and hope again.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
At this time, everyone laughed loudly, and their smiles were extremely unrestrained.
The patrolman also noticed it at this time, picked up the flyer and looked at it, and was panicked.
Because they took refuge with the Japanese, they were traitors. So the Dragon Boat Festival is not good news for them at all.
"Don't pick it up, don't look at it!"
The patrolman yelled loudly and even started beating people with batons.
"Hello?"
At this moment, Duanwu roared, and all the patrol officers looked over.
One of the middle-aged men wearing a hat may be the head of these people. He was about to ask Duanwu why he was yelling, but he suddenly saw Duanwu's face.
The face of Dragon Boat Festival is still fresh in their memory. They don't need to pay attention to anything else. They must remember the face of Dragon Boat Festival. Because this fierce god even kills Japanese people, are they just pieces of meat on a eucalyptus board in front of others?
The patrolman's legs were so frightened that he shivered and took two steps back, then turned around and ran away.
He couldn't control this matter. The man in front of him had just killed two princes' guards, and the Japanese didn't dare to say anything. And compared with the Japanese, how are they nothing?
So if you don't run away now, are you still waiting to die here? .....
