A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 111 The Contest After Winning the Ticket
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Regarding the arrest of his disciples, Hua Twelve said that he was not nervous. Anyway, he has more than 2000 disciples, and it doesn't matter if one or two die.

Cough cough, well, this is bragging. After all, Hua Twelve is a good person, and he is very emotional. He still cares a little bit about Zhuo Yifei, a fat man with a pleasant personality.

He directly said to Yan Xiaoguo: "Just now, General Yan pretended to be the Boxer Regiment to evacuate the people at the pier before making a move. I still admire this point, so I will give you a chance to let go of my apprentice and throw away your weapons. I will let you leave the port alive." How is the island?"

Hua Twelve's words are not deceiving. After all, the two sides have no deep hatred. If it can be resolved peacefully, he doesn't mind giving the other party a way out. In his opinion, Yan Xiaoguo is still very capable. How can he save his life to kill foreign devils? Isn't it better than dying worthlessly on Hong Kong Island?

Yan Xiaoguo smiled, and said loudly: "Thank you for your kindness, but soldiers should die in the frontier, why need to wrap their bodies in horse leather, today's matter is over, Xiaoguo and these hundreds of brothers have no plan to go back alive!"

Hua Twelve felt helpless: "Then what do you want?"

Yan Xiaoguo shouted word by word: "Kill the thief grandson and serve the court!"

Sa Zhenshan, Gong Baotian, and more than 200 Qing court assassins and dead soldiers around him, affected by his momentum, all shouted at the same time:

"Kill the grandson thief and serve the court!"

Not to mention, in this situation where the situation of being surrounded and losing the game is certain, although the slogans shouted are not very reliable, there are still a lot of tragic and heroic auras.

Hua Twelfth was a little speechless: "Your side is called Daqing, not Qingtian Daydream. You just arrested us and wanted to make a complete comeback. How can there be such a good thing? You Yan Xiaoguo is also a character, please be realistic. !"

Yan Xiaoguo glanced around, knowing that there were hundreds of Asan holding western quick grabs, knowing that as long as Hua Twelve gave an order, his side would be blocked.

In this situation, the overall situation has been decided, and he, Yan Xiaoguo, has a heart-to-heart relationship, and he would not easily give away the fruits of victory just because of one person.

So Yan Xiaoguo took a deep breath, and Chaohua twelve said:

"Chongyang, I know it's unrealistic to ask you to hand over grandson to me right now, but Emperor Xiaoguo has no choice but to live, so let's take advantage of you, how about we fight fairly?"

Although he lost, Yan Xiaoguo still wanted to struggle again, even though he didn't have much confidence himself.

Hua Twelve tapped his ears with his little finger: "Tell me, how about a fair fight?"

Yan Xiaoguo glanced at Gong Baotian and Sa Zhenshan, then turned to Hua Twelve and said:
"We send three people each, and the winner is the one who wins two out of three rounds. If you win two rounds, I will order your apprentice to be released. Xiaoguo and his brothers will also put down their weapons and be slaughtered!"

"If we win by chance, I will return your apprentice to you. If you want Xiaoguo's life, you can take it if you want, but you have to hand over Sun Thief to us, and let us wait for the soldiers to live up to the mission of the court. How about it?"

The more Zhuo Yifei thought about it, the more depressed he became. He felt that if it was because of him that his master was injured in the martial arts competition, he would not be blamed to death by his brothers when he turned around. How would he behave then?

So he turned his eyes, wanting to show it before being rescued, and immediately shouted pretending to be tragic: "Master, it's useless to be a disciple, don't worry about me!"

How can Hua Twelve not know this guy's temperament, he waved his hands angrily and said:

"You see that he himself is not willing, and I can't force the apprentice, right? Then you just kill him, and I have no scruples to avenge him!"

After he finished speaking, under the confused expressions of Yan Xiaoguo and others, he shouted to Zhuo Yifei: "Good apprentice, master understands your intentions, don't worry, I will avenge you, whoever, hurry up and shoot. My disciples can’t wait to die heroically!”

Zhuo Yifei was dumbfounded, felt the muzzle of the gun on his head moved, almost peed in fright, and immediately shouted: "Master, I was bragging just now, don't take it seriously, you are just my fat apprentice, you are dead!" It's a pity, please save me."

After finishing speaking, he said to the peasant woman killer who pointed a gun at him beside him: "Sister, don't shake your hands. It is related to many lives!"

That killer from the Qing government dressed as a peasant woman, if possible, really wants to kill this guy with a single shot at this time, you are so afraid of death, you just have to keep quiet, what a hero you are pretending to be.

Looking at the interaction between the two masters and apprentices, Yan Xiaoguo couldn't laugh or cry, and he really complied with the sentence that they are not a family, so they will not enter the family.

He asked Hua Twelfth: "Brother Chongyang, how are you thinking? Do you want three rounds to decide the outcome, or do you want me to wait for the soldiers to fight to the death, that's up to you!"

Hua Twelve looked at Zhuo Yifei angrily, and the latter quickly lowered his head, not daring to be a hero anymore.

In fact, Hua Twelve is also a little tempted. Today's matter is presided over by him. As a prophet, it would seem too much to organize a group of people to fight with fists, weapons, and pile up victories as in the original plot. I have no IQ anymore, although it looks good in fighting, but it is unwise on the one hand, and vulgar on the other.

After all, he is a brain eater!

But if he didn't fight at all, it would be a pity for Chongyang, who is a master of martial arts, and he also recruited Liu Yubai, the champion of martial arts, for his own use.

What's more, when he saw Brother Dan in the movie, he saw this movie as a martial arts movie. It's a bit unreasonable to say that if you really don't do any activities today, let the Indian police rob you.

Now that the overall situation has been decided and the chances of victory are within grasp, it is also a good choice to take advantage of Zhuo Yifei's little accident to see how good the big inner master is.

Immediately nodded and said: "Okay, I will give you this chance, let me tell you how to hit you!"

A gleam of joy flashed in Yan Xiaoguo's eyes when he heard the words, even though he was ready to wrap his body in horse leather, how could he not be happy if there was a glimmer of hope.

He immediately pointed at Sa Zhenshan and Gong Baotian: "The two of them plus me, you also have three people, three rounds will determine the winner!"

Hua Twelve is also straightforward, finishing work early and calling it a day: "Okay, let's do it like this!"

Liu Yubai beside him said, "Count me in!"

Green camp rebel general Fang Tian took a single step forward holding the oxtail: "Count me in!"

Hua Twelfth looked at Fang Tian: "General Fang, you are good at leading troops and fighting in battle. Fighting alone is a game of Jianghu people, so you should not do it!"

He turned his head and shouted to the crowd dressed as dock workers on the other side: "Wang Fuming!"

Behind the crowd stood a giant man more than two meters tall, and smiled innocently: "I think you are all done, sit down and rest for a while!"

Hua Twelve was also laughing: "Do you dare to come out and fight?"

"Dare, but I haven't really done it before, and I don't know how good my kung fu is!"

"You'll know if you've beaten him. Get out of the way and let him in!"

Immediately the crowd dispersed, and Wang Fuming strode forward. This hill-like body immediately put pressure on the three of Yan Xiaoguo.

Gong Baotian took a step forward at this time, and said to Hua Shishi: "Master Shen, you should also have a resentment with our Eight Diagrams Sect. In this first round, I will join hands with you to settle the matter." Come on!"

Before Hua Twelve agreed, Yan Xiaoguo put his palm on Gong Baotian's shoulder and shook his head: "You choose someone else, the king will be the king, the general will be the general, and Chongyang will be handed over to me!"

The grievances between Baguamen and Chongyang are fatal. Yan Xiaoguo's intention is Mr. Sun. If Gong Baotian beats Chongyang to death, then don't even think about the mission, so he wants to do it himself, as long as he wins the other party. Half way is fine.

Before Gong Baotian could agree, Hua Twelve clasped his fists and said, "Admiration, admiration, the king sees the king, everyone has heard, General Yan is going to call himself king behind Qing's back!"

Yan Xiaoguo almost vomited blood, this grandson is really insidious, this word will be spread to the court, even if he completes the task and returns safely, it may not be fruitful.

Gritting his teeth immediately, he shouted: "Sa Zhenshan, you play the first game!"

"twitter!"

Sa Zhenshan strode forward: "Who will send you to death!"

Hua Twelve said to Wang Fuming, "Great Monk, can you do it?"

"Okay!"

Wang Fuming stepped forward and said to Sa Zhenshan, "I'll call you!"

Sa Zhenshan is a master of internal affairs, his eyes are always higher than the top, he didn't talk nonsense immediately, stepped on his feet, flew up, turned around in the air and kicked, and kicked Wang Fuming's chest with the help of his waist.

Bang, there was a muffled sound, Wang Fuming took a small step back with his right foot and then stopped. After Sa Zhenshan landed on the ground, he stepped back several steps in succession.

This time not only Sa Zhenshan was surprised, even Yan Xiaoguo and Gong Baotian were a little surprised.

They all knew that Sa Zhenshan was a foreign master, who could split bricks and smash rocks with one punch and one kick, but that big man seemed to have nothing to do, his ability to resist blows was really amazing.

Seeing this, the people on Hua Shier's side applauded loudly. Li Yutang, who had discovered Wang Fuming, let go of his worries and smiled proudly.

"what"

With a roar, Sa Zhenshan rushed forward again with a punch, but before he could get close to Wang Fuming, the latter pressed his palm on his head, preventing him from moving forward for half a step.

Sa Zhenshan tried his best to rotate his fists, but no matter how he swung his fists or kicked his legs, he was still half a foot away from Wang Fuming.

Hua Twelve couldn’t stop laughing. In reality, Sa Zhenshan was played by the 1.7-meter-three fighter Kang Li, while Wang Fuming was played by a [-]-meter-tall basketball player named Daba. There are so many that it is almost impossible to fight.

Sa Zhenshan couldn't get close after several attacks, he felt ruthless in his heart, and shouted: "Iron sand palm!" With both palms upright as a knife, he chopped off Wang Fuming's wrist.

Wang Fuming said loudly: "I will too!"

He didn't even see his arm flexing and exerting force after he finished speaking, he stamped his foot, and lightly shook the palm of his hand against Sa Zhenshan's forehead, and with a bang, he flew out of the big insider and fell to the ground.

After Sa Zhenshan landed on the ground, he immediately spun his legs and stood up with an oolong twisted pillar, but at this time he was hit with a concussion, his body was unstable, and he walked two steps to the side as if he was drunk. Finally, with a bang, he fell to the ground.

Wang Fuming won the victory in this seemingly comical situation, which made the veins on Yan Xiaoguo's forehead twitch involuntarily. This was his problem in the first game, and the assignment was wrong.

(End of this chapter)