Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 93 Passing Five Levels ([-])
As the seals were defeated, thunderous cheers and a few small sighs rang out in the venue, and some bills turned into fragments of paper and were lifted into the air like snowflakes.

"The sea dog's knife is very fast and his brain is bright. Unfortunately, his hands are still a bit rough. If it were another knife hand, the emperor's throat would have been cut by now."

"Why, Bai Mudan, you seem to hate that kid and wish he died?"

"Oh, without Lord Jin's permission, even if you lend me a few more courages, I wouldn't dare to attack that kid."

Bai Mudan bit her bright red lips and looked at the man sitting opposite.

Mr. Jin Si's white beard and hair showed his age to outsiders, but his tall body and strong and smooth muscles made it difficult for people to tell that he was nearly sixty years old.

Bai Mudan continued: "The rules of passing five levels are more like punishment than competition. I just want to teach him a lesson, and I don't want to kill anyone."

Fourth Master Jin glanced at Bai Mudan, then at Yin Xiu on the ring, and snorted coldly.

"If he dies, that kid deserves it. He ate my money, and ended up hooking up with a mourning dog and attacking his mother! You really think I'm deaf, blind, and old, don't you know?"

When Bai Mudan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled and said: "Sanggou, that guy, because he had a few bosses backing him up, he got crazy, and even made plans for you, Mr. Jin. Damn it, damn it."

Fourth Master Jin sneered and said intentionally or unintentionally: "I know exactly what those bastards are thinking, but I don't know. Are you involved in them?"

Bai Mudan's little foot resting on Fourth Master Jin's feet shook a little, then quietly retracted into the high heels.

Under the gaze as sharp as a knife, Bai Mudan pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and said coquettishly: "So in Master Jin's eyes, I am also a little bastard?"

Mr. Jin's expression softened a little at this time, and he turned his gaze back to the ring and said with a smile: "You are not young."

While the two were chatting, Yin Xiu had knocked down another person, and there were a few blood marks on his chest.

"Pick! Have you read too many martial arts novels? Isn't the watermelon knife difficult to use? What grappling claws do you use to perform acrobatics? You were kicked off the ring in just a few clicks."

Hearing the shouts and curses from others, Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun sneered.

"These gamblers can't even understand the tricks of punching and kicking. They can only look at the handicap and the dragon. They deserve to lose money!"

"Hei Mian Cai is practicing Zajia Quan, which emphasizes swiftness and force. It doesn't focus on controlling the distance. When you get close to someone, it's like a string of firecrackers crackling. What does he use if he doesn't use a hook?"

Although Hong Sheng has never seen the black-faced Cai's previous games, he can tell from the few moves just now that Tuen Mun Wong Fei-hung was right.

Although the spear is the king among weapons, not everyone must be proficient in spear skills, and not everyone is suitable for using spear skills.

Martial arts is like water. It adapts to the situation and changes in the environment and changes its form freely, rather than fighting against the surroundings. Only in this way can it fit its own philosophy.

After knocking down two people, there were only three boxers left in the audience, all staring at Yin Xiu on the stage with cold faces.

After a period of deathly silence, a strong man sighed.

"Since none of you want to do it, then let me do it. There's no other way, I'm thin-skinned!"

As he spoke, he walked around under the platform, pulled out a few long guns and weighed them, then shook his head and walked to the fence.

There was a long package there. The strong man took off the bag and took out a long spear that was completely black and had a silver tip.

This gun is much longer than the gun on the weapon rack, probably more than three meters long. When it is lifted up, the head of the gun dangles to the ground.

The strong man glanced at the stage again, then slowly walked onto the stage dragging his spear.Hong Sheng's face was solemn, "Here we are after all."

Tuen Mun Wong Fei Hung was about to introduce him but was overtaken by Hong Sheng. He was a little surprised: "Brother Prince, do you know this person?"

Hong Sheng hesitated for a while, then nodded heavily.

"Lin Hu, a three-time provincial martial arts competition champion, is best at Cangzhou Spear."

"That's right, he is the only person in the Kowloon boxing ring who uses his real name. Others originally thought of giving him fancy names, such as Gun King, Gun God, etc. But later they felt that calling him that would be despising him, so Let’s call him by his real name, Lin Hu.”

"When did he become a boxer?"

"It's already there!"

Tuen Mun Wong Fei-hung gave him a strange look.

"Didn't he work as a bodyguard for wealthy people in East Tsim Sha Tsui? Occasionally, he also worked as a boxing teacher, teaching boxing to children from wealthy families.

pick!Among the second-generation ancestors of wealthy families, which one has a good temper and refuses to accept anything? Lin Hu is also rigid and does not know how to adapt, and has offended many wealthy people.

Then one day he had a duel with a rich young man, still dragging the big gun. Unexpectedly, the second-generation ancestor also used a gun, but his gun was hidden in his clothes and could spit fire!
Lin Hu was shot several times and barely escaped death. He spent several years squatting in a kiln. After he came out, no one asked him to be a bodyguard, so he had no choice but to box. "

When Hong Sheng heard these things, he frowned and sighed, "What a pity."

Someone nearby heard them talking about this and immediately jumped in with interest.

"What a pity. Who is out and about these days without a gun on his body? It's just that Lin Hu is stupid. He thinks that if someone wants to duel with him, he has to use a knife to chop him. Hey, who has a red tassel gun on his body? Ah, are you going to the school theatrical performance..."

"Enough, stop talking!"

Hong Sheng punched the wall, causing sand and gravel to fly. The man was so frightened that he ran away.

"Brother Prince, calm down. These bastards are like this. They think they can be lawless with a spray gun. Little do they know that if the best gun falls into the hands of a child, it will only hurt themselves."

Hong Sheng patted Tuen Mun Wong Fei Hung's hand to indicate that he was fine, and then turned his eyes to the stage.

Lin Hu and Yin Xiu had already taken their respective positions.

After taking a look at Yin Xiu, Lin Hu suddenly said: "Brother, go and change your knife. Your knife has already chipped."

When Yin Xiu heard this, he looked at the knife, and then he discovered that there was a small gap in the body of the knife.

He grinned and said, "Thanks, but it doesn't matter, it's just a small gap."

Hearing this, Lin Hu frowned and said, "Okay, you said this yourself. I've reminded you, and it doesn't count as taking advantage of you."

He took a stance, and with a flick of his wrist, the whole gun started to tremble.

At this moment, he was facing Yin Xiu, with the silvery spear tip hanging down, almost touching the ground, like a dragon waiting to take off.

(End of this chapter)