At this time, the scene was slightly cold, and no one spoke for a while.
Suddenly, a sneer sounded.
One person in the black hat stood out from the crowd, and the golden short gun in his hand appeared and disappeared, jumping back and forth in his hand.
Behind him, there were also seven people, standing faintly in the shape of a seven-star Big Dipper, with faces as iron as stone and without saying a word.
"Wang Xiaoqiao, you are not the only one who integrates spear skills into martial arts. The Natural Sect draws on the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought, which is considered powerful, but I am not without such skills in Xingyi."
He pointed his pistol lightly forward, but his figure was swaying, and his feet seemed to have not stepped on the ground at all.
He walked with his back hunched over and his head poking out, leaving only his toes touching the ground. He looked like a big monkey.
"Why don't we compete with our marksmanship to see who has better kung fu and whose marksmanship is faster?"
Obviously, this man is also a master of marksmanship and martial arts.
Seeing that he was guarding Huang Jingyun earlier with the old man smoking a cigarette and the tall, thin young man with a sharp flying knife between his fingers... we knew that this man was one of the most capable players in Fatty Huang's sect.
"Hou Yuanliang, you broke out of the master's school. It's a pity that you don't have the monkey-shaped kung fu. Then your master will naturally clean up the school. What should I do with you?"
Wang Xiaoqiao was not agitated at all.
He is a killer who loves to kill evil people most in his life. He will do whatever it takes and do whatever is beneficial. How can he compete with others in an upright manner?
Even if it's a comparison of marksmanship, it's the same.
To put it bluntly, he has no sense of honor or disgrace at all and has a strong purpose in doing things.
As long as everything achieves its purpose.
Personal reputation is just that, not worth mentioning.
"Hehe, your reputation as a dwarf master of the Natural Sect has been completely lost on you."
Hou Yuanliang sneered and said, "Today, even if you are here, you can't protect anyone. It's better to calm down and watch, and don't get involved in this case.
If there is a problem, let alone the Natural Gate, even the Tongxinhui will be unable to cope with it. "
"Haha, Brother Hou is so courageous. He pretends to be a dog for others, and he also shows a sense of superiority. I, Wang Xiaoqiao, am the first to admire...
However, you don’t need to be harsh with me, just think about how to deal with the British. "
A hint of coldness flashed across Wang Xiaoqiao's face.
No matter who he was, he would always feel angry if he was insulted by his disciples. At any other time, Wang Xiaoqiao would probably have touched him at night.
However, now that I am injured, I am just putting on a show to scare others.
In a real fight, if you can't run away or dodge, you might not be a match for these people.
Especially this monkey Yuan Liang, with his monkey-shaped body and unparalleled agility. Combined with his superb spear skills and modified short guns, he is indeed a formidable enemy.
In addition, he personally trained seven of his subordinates, all of whom were agile and able to move swiftly...
Together, they are very powerful whether it is a sneak attack or assassination or a direct battle.
The key to how to pass this level is actually not here, but in Yang Lin.
Yang Lin looked at Hou Yuanliang with slight curiosity, thinking that the great era was coming, and there were not so many warriors who always adhered to martial arts and did not rely on thermal weapons.
I met Wang Xiaoqiao a few days ago, but it was a pity that his body was not in good condition and he could not have a trial and spar. Yang Lin was still a little regretful.
But I didn't expect to see another one today.
Looking at the person opposite, his breath is steady, his hands are wide, and his calluses are thick. He walks on the road as if he is light and not touching the ground at all. It can be seen that he must be an expert.
Not any worse than the old man who smoked sweat cigarettes.
Yang Lin even noticed that this man was always looking at the middle-aged man with a dull face lying motionless on the ground, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Dragon-shaped, monkey-shaped... Could it be that you know him?"
This man was a master, but unfortunately he had evil intentions and wanted to kidnap the princess, so he died unjustly. "
With so many guns pointed at him, Yang Lin held Princess Marilyn's little hand with one hand, looking very affectionate, but the true meaning of his words was not very friendly.
What's going on with you holding a British princess by your side while you're being held at gunpoint? Could it be possible that he dared to let her block the gun?
the answer is.
How dare you.
Thinking of watching Yang Lin drag Russell over to block the attack from a distance, everyone understood that he could do anything.
The muzzle of the gun in Hou Yuanliang's hand drooped slightly, fearing that he would shoot if he couldn't help but accidentally kill the princess.
He finally managed to breathe evenly, and suddenly smiled, a frighteningly ugly smile, "That's my senior brother Long Yi. He is an excellent practitioner of Dragon Shape Boxing and is known as Qinglong.
He has never touched a firearm in his life, thinking that it has tarnished the spirit of a martial artist... Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence, and dying by your hands will not be considered an insult to him.
However, you didn’t beat him to death openly, so I do feel a little aggrieved for him, right? "
"Above and above board?"
Yang Lin thought about the word carefully, then raised his head and laughed out loud: "He attacked from behind and joined forces with Bloody Hand Bu Chen to attack. How can there be anything aboveboard about it?"
"If you don't accept it, you might as well hit me with a gun. I don't blame you for insulting the warrior spirit. See if you can kill me?"
At this point, Yang Lin turned around and asked Marilyn gently: "Little princess, do you want to see how our Chinese martial arts dodge bullets?
Don't worry, as long as I pull you away, he won't be able to hit you with a single shot. "
"Pull me...run!" Princess Marilyn swallowed hard.
This is too shameless.
It was the first time she had seen someone take hostage in such a fresh and refined way.
Hou Yuanliang was stunned on the spot.
Huang Jingyun frowned.
When the gunmen around him heard this, their only reaction was to lower their guns silently.
Only the seven gunmen following Hou Yuanliang remained steady and unmoved.
Obviously, they were confident that they could target Yang Lin without hurting the princess while moving quickly.
Unfortunately, no one dared to take this risk.
You know, when you shoot, your opponent will use the hostage to block the gun.
When the time comes, it won’t be a weapon of choice.
"Long Yi? This name seems familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere."
Yang Lin held Marilyn's hand nonchalantly and turned to ask Wang Xiaoqiao.
"He is one of the four red sticks of the Qing Gang. I recognized him as soon as his dragon-shaped fist flashed."
Wang Xiaoqiao said angrily.
When you were about to talk about the world's masters, you didn't listen carefully.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
Do you really think that Plum Blossom Boxing can conquer the world?
With this thought in his mind, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to fight today.
Someone else is coming.
Moreover, here comes a great master.
He couldn't mistake that iconic yellow face even from a distance of ten feet or eighty feet.
It is none other than the yellow-faced tiger Huo Yuanjia, a martial arts master who is now famous in Shanghai and famous around the world.
There was another person walking side by side with him. He had a long beard and looked elegant, but it was Nong Jinsun.
