"Pa bang bang..."
Huo Yuanjia took square steps, clapped his hands with a smile, and walked forward.
I don’t know if it was intentional or not.
He stood directly in front of the muzzle of the confrontation between the two parties.
"Sure enough, heroes have been born since ancient times. Brother Yang is as heroic as his father. Yuan Jia admires him very much."
This is a compliment.
However, the way the warriors talked at this time was like this. You carry me and I carry yours in the sedan chair, and if they fight, they will kill each other.
Yang Lin was not surprised. He let go of Marilyn's hand and said, "I have heard about Master Huo for a long time. I am lucky to see him today."
This was not a good time to talk. After Huo Yuanjia said something, he turned to look at Hou Yuanliang in surprise: "What's going on? It's so tense. It's a good thing to rescue the British princess. Why did we carry it first?" Could it be that there is some misunderstanding?"
"Master Huo, you don't know something. This man killed British military attache Russell, provoked conflict between the two countries, and intended to kidnap the princess. It's really..."
"Sigh... You have wronged him. The Yang family was held hostage by gangsters in Hangzhou, and they sent a letter to Jingwu Sect earlier.
Counting the time, they hurriedly traveled all the way, and they didn't have time to commit the crime... On the contrary, I think they drew their swords to help and saved the princess's life when they saw an injustice. What do you think? "
"Justice is in the heart of the people. It is not good for Master Huo to speak so freely. My senior brother Long Yi and Xueshou Bu Shen died in his hands. There must be someone to tell the truth."
Hou Yuanliang's eyes became even colder.
He couldn't advance at this time, and of course he couldn't retreat. If he returned without success, not only would his plan be shattered, but he would also become a laughing stock.
Jingwu Guild Hall is famous, but it is not big enough to confuse right and wrong.
"Okay, I'll give you an idea. I'm sure if I see Brother Ding again, he won't blame me for bullying the small."
Huo Yuanjia grinned, his body swayed like a civet cat playing with a butterfly, and his hands turned into countless afterimages.
Hou Yuanliang's expression changed wildly. Before he could react, he felt a light touch in his hand and the golden short spear he was holding was gone.
He looked up in shock.
He saw Huo Yuanjia as if he had not moved, still standing ten feet away in front of him, holding a pile of pistols in his hand, with his own golden gun among them.
Looking back, he saw the seven gunmen he had trained with his own hands. They were stunned and had no idea what was going on.
"Shadowless Hand, Mizong Art..."
Hou Yuanliang broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
At this moment, he was really on guard, and he was also prepared to shoot immediately if things went wrong.
But he didn't expect that when he actually faced him, he didn't even see clearly how the other party would attack.
Everyone in the world is talking about how great Mizong Quan is, how heroic Huo Yuanjia is, and foreigners are frightened by his fights. When they hear his name, they don't even dare to compete on stage.
In Hou Yuanliang's view, this was actually shameless flattery sent by Tongxinhui to make Huo Yuanjia a myth.
As a fellow martial arts practitioner, and with his strong muscles and bones, he himself could reach the threshold of dark strength. Hou Yuanliang did not feel that he was inferior to anyone else.
Especially combined with his unpredictable spear skills, he dared to say that he could kill even a grandmaster in front of others.
What's more, I haven't heard anyone say that Huo Yuanjia has broken through to the realm of a master, that kind of transcendental realm.
Those who don’t try it don’t know, and they will be shocked once they try it.
When he really faced it, he was totally powerless to resist.
"That's right, this is a simple gesture, but it can catch your eye."
Huo Yuanjia didn't care. He lightly hooked his finger, pulled the trigger of the pistol, and threw it to the ground.
"I admire Ding Lianshan's personality and martial arts, but I didn't expect that his apprentices are a mixed bag of good and bad, practicing martial arts but not virtue. Next time I meet him, I will have a good talk with him."
The meaning of this is very serious.
All he had to do was ask Ding Lianshan to come to Shanghai to clean up the house.
Originally, Huo Yuanjia had nothing to do with this matter. Whether his disciples were willing to join the club or work for foreigners, there were tens of thousands of warriors in the world, each of whom could do his own thing.
Just pretend you haven't seen it on weekdays.
Out of sight, out of mind.
However, since you have seen it, you might as well teach it a lesson.
I really thought that I, the Jingwu Guild Hall who single-handedly carried the world of southern boxers, was just telling a joke.
In recent years, there have always been rumors in the world that the martial arts in the south is not as good as in the north, and they say that they are also famous in the world, and their reputation is greater than their reality.
But I never thought that if someone else stood in Shanghai and saw, could he suppress the major boxers of the Western powers?
"come back."
Huang Jingyun suddenly spoke.
He had been hiding behind the old man smoking a cigarette without saying a word. Now he couldn't do anything and had to swallow his frustration.
Huo Yuanjia is here. With his current reputation in Shanghai, it is impossible for the case to be pinned on him.
Especially since he was accompanied by Nong Jinsun. Unbeknownst to others, Huang Jingyun, who knew all the three religions in Shanghai, certainly understood what this person's background was.
He is basically a member of the Tongxing Association, probably a liaison, and has a very close relationship with the top management of the organization.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Jingwu Club was supported by them and used to inspire the people.
There is really no need to face them head-on.
In the dark night, I don't know how many people are lurking at this time and whether they will suddenly rush out.
Although Zhouzhuang is not far from Shanghai, there is still some way to go. If we do not have the advantage, it will be too late to mobilize troops, so we may have to give in.
"Collect the team."
With a big wave of Huang Jingyun's hand.
The black uniforms receded like a tide, and soon they were submerged in darkness.
This person simply left as soon as he said so.
I don’t engage in much verbal quarrels.
However, before leaving, the look he took back was very meaningful.
Yang Lin knew that this guy might already hate him.
With his energy in Shanghai, he has to be more cautious on weekdays.
"Haha, Brother Yang, Yuan Jia has long wanted you to come to Shanghai. Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to work together to achieve a great cause? You want to live comfortably in Hangzhou, which is really unethical."
"Master Huo, I am afraid that I, the one with the family, will come to seek refuge with you. Alas, it's hard to explain."
Yang Shoucheng came over with a face full of vicissitudes of life.
After escaping from death this time, his ideas have changed more or less.
It is true that practicing medicine cannot save our countrymen.
There are some things that you can't hide from.
There is always some kind of force that will force you to go either to the left or to the right.
"Senior brother, don't think that coming to Shanghai is useless. Master said back then that you are the only one who has the true inheritance of medical skills, and Yi Xian and I turned to study Western medicine, which is regarded as forgetting our ancestors. How many times have I remembered this sentence? years."
Nong Jinxun chuckled, took Yang Shoucheng's arm and said affectionately.
"Thanks to you for providing money and medicine over the years, I thank you on behalf of all the people in the world."
"If a family doesn't talk to each other, those external things are not worth anything. The world is difficult, so we just support each other together."
Seeing old acquaintances and old friends, Yang Shoucheng lost a bit of his youthful spirit and exchanged greetings...
Instead of taking a car, he dug a hole at random and disposed of the bodies of Xiguan Swordsman, Blood Hand Bu Shen, Long Yi and others.
Go straight to Shanghai.
Marilyn tugged on the corner of Yang Lin's clothes. She was no longer afraid at this time and asked curiously: "What about me? What should I do? Isn't it also going to Jingwu Sect?"
"Why are you still here?"
Yang Lin was a little confused.
