Kung Fu Soldier King

"How can you do this? It will be despised by people all over the world before the game!" Mo Yongshen shook his sleeve and suddenly stood up and turned his back.

Yuan Shaowen hooked his mouth and said with a sneer, "I don't care what people in the world think, I just want Xiao Laojiu to lose. I spent $10 million for this knife."

"Despicable!" Mo Yongshen shouted coldly.

Yuan Shaowen's face suddenly sank. Zhao Yantao quickly laughed and said, "master Mo, calm down. Boss yuan did this for us. There's nothing wrong with your fame and my interests."

"You say I'm mean? If you win the first game, I'm not going to take out the photos? If I show you the photos at the beginning of the game, is your last palm on his back heart or shoulder?" Yuan Shaowen pushed Zhao Yantao away and drank at Mo Yongshen.

The latter's body suddenly trembled. Yes, if he had seen this picture long ago, would his palm move up?

He sighed and closed his eyes. He could not lose this game anyway. A wounded man tied with himself, which was an insult to himself.

But that's it. What else to say? On the thief ship of Yuan Shaowen, we can only fight to the end.

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A few hours passed quickly. The sun was a little weaker in the afternoon, and the audience began to enter one after another.

The leaders on the podium also played one after another. I have to say that the weather today is really good.

The winter sun made a group of old people warm, so they almost took off their vests to catch lice.

When the leaders came, Jeep 212 and red flag L5 drove in almost at the same time. As soon as the door opened, Xiao Yan in a pure white Zhongshan suit and Mo Yongshen in a purple Tang suit jumped out of the car.

They first hugged each other, and then both walked towards the stage.

They are all masters, and they compete voluntarily. The referee's rules can't restrain them. Maybe they start playing as soon as they come on stage, and the referee can only announce the result of the game at the end.

Not to mention, after they threw fists around, they quickly stepped on the stage.

What should be said was said in the last game. Just start this game directly.

On the edge of the challenge arena, there are two rows of weapon racks, with 18 kinds of weapons on them. But these are weapons for competition. The blade is not open and the gun head is not sharp.

As two masters, they chose unarmed melee in the first game. In this game, Mo Yongshen could still use his long leg advantage to fight Xiao Yan.

But he went to the weapon rack, walked around and grabbed an eyebrow staff with thick arms, which was a good white wax rod.

After Mo Yongshen caught it, he took a move to catch the moon from the bottom of the sea. The whole man turned over and played a natural and unrestrained game.

"OK!" there was a loud cry on and off the stage.

Xiao Yan saw that he landed steadily and was not involved at all. It seems that the place that hurt him this morning has no impact at all now.

"What weapon do you want?" Mo Yongshen turned back and asked Xiao Yan.

"Gun!" Xiao Yan pointed to the long gun behind Mo Yongshen. The handle of the gun was almost the same as Mo Yongshen's eyebrow staff, but the head of the gun grew out.

"Nian Bang Yue stick is a gun all his life! Good, have courage." Mo Yongshen shouted. With a long stick, the long gun was picked out.

Mo Yongshen took another shot, and the long gun seemed to have eyes, and flew towards Xiao Yan's face.

Long guns are not fun. It's difficult to succeed without excellent shooting skills and decades of training. Therefore, young people who practice martial arts rarely use guns, unless they are ancestral.

And once it's done, it's a great moment. It's by no means comparable to ordinary people.

Mo Yongshen couldn't wait until Xiao Yan grabbed the spear. He kicked at his feet, flew up in the air, and shot it with a fierce tiger's claw according to Xiao Yan's face.

His stick technique is the dragon and tiger stick of Mojia boxing. It is open and close, and all moves are the key.

Mojia boxing is honed from the battle array. This stick is also a killing stick. Most of them hit their heads and ribs. The purpose is to beat people's combat effectiveness with a stick.

Xiao Yan knew how powerful he was, but he didn't dare to neglect it. His spirit tightened and his hair stood up. The whole man entered a state of being ready for war.

Instead of reaching for the long gun, he shook his feet and punched forward. One punch on the barrel of the gun, which is made of ox tendon wood. It is the best gun in the martial arts arena.

The body of the long gun was bent, and then it was like a slingshot, and the bullet flew out.

The gun that bounced out flew high and collided with Mo Yongshen's falling dragon and tiger stick. The long gun was photographed and fell down. This time Xiao Yan raised his hand and grabbed it.

The Dragon Tiger staff, which was originally full of strength, was blocked by this, but its strength was reduced by half. The momentum of his whereabouts was greatly reduced, which gave Xiao Yan a chance early.

He dashed to the front left, his legs diverged, and stopped the living horse. The long gun in his hand was lifted back and patted on the side of the falling dragon and tiger staff.

"Zilong gun? He is the descendant of Baji boxing. So tall and fierce, do you think it's northwest or northeast?" Zhang Zhijiang was a little excited. He knew a lot and recognized Xiao Yan's Kung Fu at once.

Lin Jiawang helped his glasses, but shook his head and said, "I can't see. What's brother Fang's opinion?"

"I'm afraid it's not from the mainland. With such a waist and the integration of dragons and snakes, a horse can stand out alive. Only the overseas one still retains the ancient big gun skill?" Fang Qingyun really has an opinion.

The crowd was about to nod, but Chen Yan hummed heavily and said, "you look up to this boy too much. It's just a start. I think it's a blind cat that meets a dead mouse."

Chen Yan's Hongquan long bridge is a hard horse. He can fight Tigers with his strength and rarely uses equipment, so he scoffs at it.

"This is the gunshot used in the battle array. The dragon and horse are connected, and the long gun is like a snake. This is called the integration of dragon and snake, which is the best gunshot." Fang Qingshan was unhappy and said.

Chen Yan snorted three times and said without hesitation, "you are the defeated general of Xiao Laojiu. Do you want to take back some face by holding him so much? But I'm afraid you're going to lose Dongjiang's face. It's no problem to beat and cry him with Mo's Dragon Tiger stick."

Fang Qingshan is not very old. Although he has good cultivation, he is not surprised by honor or disgrace. He had to get up and compete with Chen Yan on the spot. Naturally, the Lingnan God of fire was not afraid. He was about to fight.

"Sit down for me. When their game is over, you can go on. At that time, even if your brains are painted all over the challenge arena, the old man will look at you." Zhang Zhijiang patted the table and spoke.

They both gave a heavy cold hum, but they had to sit down. Zhang is always the leader of nanwulin. You can't refuse.

On the court, Mo Yongshen's Dragon Tiger stick was shot by Xiao Yan's Zilong gun. He turned over and fell to the ground. He suddenly carried a long stick on his shoulder and swept away again according to Xiao Yan's face.

This sweeping Kung Fu was seamless with the tiger's claw just now. Before Xiao Yan received the gun, he had reached Xiao Yan's face.

Chen Yan on the rostrum had applauded for a long time, and others were sweating for Xiao Yan.

Mo Yongshen is an old Taoist in the end. There is no leakage between changes. Xiao Yan is afraid that he has met a strong enemy in his life.