"Smack it..."

Huo Yuanjia took square steps, clapped his hands with a smile, and walked forward.

I don't know if it's intentional.

It blocked straight in front of the muzzle of the two people confronting each other.

"It turns out that since ancient times, the heroes have been born as young men. Brother Yang is not inferior to his father, which makes Yuan Jia admire him very much."

This is a saying.

However, the warriors spoke in this way at this time. Everyone carried me and I lifted you in the sedan chair, and they fought each other and attacked each other.

Yang Lin was not surprised. He immediately let go of Marilyn's hand and bowed: "I heard about Master Huo's name for a long time. I saw him today and I have the honor of three lives."

This is not a good time to chat. After Huo Yuanjia said something, he turned his head and looked at Hou Yuanliang in surprise: "What's going on? It's tense. It's a good thing to save the British princess. Why did you take it first? Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Master Huo, you don't know that this man killed the British military officer Russell, provoked conflicts between the two countries, and intended to kidnap the princess, it is really..."

"Oh... you are wronged by him. The Yang family was raped by evil people in Hangzhou. I had sent a letter to Jingwu Sect earlier.

Calculate the time, they rushed all the way and had no time to commit crimes... On the contrary, I think they saw injustice and drew their swords to help and saved the princess's life. What do you think?"

"Justice is in the hearts of the people. It is not good for Master Huo to speak so sarcastically. My senior brother Long Yi and Blood Hand Bu Chen have two lives in his hands. There must be someone who says."

Hou Yuanliang's eyes were even more cold.

He cannot advance at this time, and of course he cannot retreat even more. If he returns without success, not only will his plan be shattered, but he will become a laughing stock.

The Jingwu Association is famous, not yet big enough to reverse right and wrong.

"Say, OK, I'll tell you. I guess, when I see Brother Ding again, he won't blame me for bullying the young."

Huo Yuanjia grinned, his figure shaking, like a spirit 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 lightening light in his hand and the golden short spear he was holding was gone.

He looked up in shock.

When I saw Huo Yuanjia as if he had never moved, he was still standing in front of him, but he was holding a stack of pistols in his hand, and his golden gun was in it.

Looking back, I saw the seven gunmen I trained with myself. I was stunned at this time and had no idea what had happened.

"Shadowless Hand, Mistake Art..."

Hou Yuanliang's forehead was filled with cold sweat.

Just now, he was really prepared to shoot immediately when things were inconsistent.

But he didn't expect that when he was facing it, he didn't even see clearly how the other party took action.

Everyone is talking about how great the Mitsukoshi Fist is, how heroic Huo Yuanjia is, and how fierce the foreigners are, and when they hear his name, they don’t even dare to go to the stage to compete.

In Hou Yuanliang's opinion, this is actually because Tongxin will send people to shamelessly praise Huo Yuanjia.

As a martial arts practitioner, and his muscles and bones are perfect, he has barely reached the threshold of dark strength. Hou Yuanliang does not feel that he is inferior to anyone.

Especially with his unpredictable gun technique, he dared to say that even if the master is in person, he can kill him to others.

What's more, I didn't hear anyone say that Huo Yuanjia had already broken through to the level of a master, and that kind of superb realm.

I don’t know if I don’t try it, but I’ll be startled as soon as I try it.

I really faced it, but I had no ability to resist.

"Yes, this shallow hand style can even catch your eye."

Huo Yuanjia didn't care, so he gently hooked his fingers, then cut off the trigger of the pistol and threw it on the ground.

"I admire Ding Lianshan's character and martial arts, but I didn't expect that his disciples were mixed with martial arts and not morals. When I see him next time, I would like to talk to him."

The meaning of this is very serious.

Just let Ding Lianshan come to Shanghai to clean up the portal.

Originally, Huo Yuanjia couldn't control this matter. Whether his disciples and disciples were willing to join the club or serve foreigners, there were thousands of warriors in the world, and everyone washed away the snow in front of the door.

Just pretend you didn't see it on weekdays.

Not seeing or feeling upset.

However, since you have seen it, you might as well teach you a lesson.

I really think that the Jingwu Association, which alone carries the world of Southern Boxers, is a joke.

In recent years, there have been rumors in the world that the martial arts world in the south are not as good as the north, and that they are also famous and famous over 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 who was smoking in sweat before, without saying a word. He saw that he could not do anything and had to swallow his aggrievance.

Huo Yuanjia has come. With his current reputation in Shanghai, it is impossible to put the case on him no matter what.

Especially with Nong Jinsun around him, others don’t know that Huang Jingyun, who knows all kinds of things about Shanghai’s religions, certainly understands what this person is.

He is simply a member of Tongxinghui, probably a contact person, and has a close relationship with his organization's senior management.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Jingwu Association was supported by them, and it is used to inspire the people's hearts.

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 are still some roads after all, and they don’t have the advantage of their own strength, so they are too late to mobilize troops. I am afraid they can only give in.

"Closing the team."

With Huang Jingyun waved his hand.

The black uniform retreated like a tide and soon disappeared into the darkness.

This man was just going to leave as he said he could.

There are not many verbal disputes.

However, before leaving, the look back was very meaningful.

Yang Lin knew that this guy was probably already hating him.

With his energy in Shanghai, he has to be more cautious on weekdays.

"Haha, Brother Yang, Yuan Jia has long hoped that you can come to Shanghai. Isn't it great for everyone to work together to achieve great things? It's really unauthentic that you want to be comfortable in Hangzhou."

"Master Huo, I am a family member, I am afraid I will come to join you. Oh, it's hard to say."

Yang Shoucheng came over with a vicissitudes of life.

This time, his concepts have changed a little more or less.

Practicing medicine can't save the Chinese people.

There are some things that you can't hide from.

There is always some kind of force that will force you to either go left or right.

"Senior brother, don't think that there is no place to use your skills when you come to Shanghai. Master said back then that you are the only one who has obtained the true teachings of medical skills, and Yixian and I have changed their courses to study Western medicine, which is considered to be a numeral for forgetting my ancestors. I have remembered this sentence for many years."

Nong Jinxun laughed and said intimately.

"I thank you for paying for medicine over the years. I thank you for the people of the world."

"If a family doesn't speak two words, those external things are not worth it. The world is difficult, so everyone can support it together."

When seeing old acquaintances and old friends, Yang Shoucheng was less angry and chatted with each other...

He didn't take the car at the moment, so he dug a hole at will and dealt with the bodies of Xiguan swordsman, Blood Hand Bu Chen, Long Yi and others.

Go straight to Shanghai.

Marilyn pulled Yang Lin's neck of clothes, and was no longer afraid at this time, and asked curiously: "Where am I? What should I do? Could it be that I will follow you to Jingwu Sect, right?"

"Why are you still here?"
Chapter completed!