Plane hunting

Chapter 402 I Make You Kneel Down!
Huang Shaohong knocked out Huo Dou with a single shot from a shotgun. Quite a few heroes who saw him messing around a few days ago all believed that he used Leifa. Only a few knowledgeable people knew that this guy used a certain kind of firearm.

Jinlun Fawang was a master of protecting the country in Mongolia, so he had seen firearms before. When Mongolia was at war with the Jin Dynasty a few years ago, it had seized many firearms called 'flying guns'.

The gun barrel of the 'Flying Fire Gun' is made of sixteen layers of hard paper. The gun barrel is filled with willow charcoal, iron powder, magnetic powder, sulfur, and arsenic, and is tied to the gun head with a rope. It can spray the gun more than ten steps away.

At that time, when Mongolia was at war with the Kingdom of Jin, they were most afraid of the flying muskets of the Jin Army.

From Jin Lun's point of view, although the pitch-black stick held by the chubby Taoist priest in front of him looks very different from the 'flying gun' and is extremely delicate, it is certain that it must be a firearm.

Immediately shouted angrily: "You despicable villain, you actually used such shameless means!"

Immediately, someone who understood Chinese translated his words for everyone to hear.

Huang Shaohong pointed to the golden wheel and defended: "Hey, I said that bald man, you have to give evidence when you speak. I asked your apprentice beforehand if he can use hidden weapons, but he said he can use them!"

After hearing the words from the interpreter, Jin Lun sneered and said, "My disciples are upright, only you Central Plains Wulin will use such low methods. The reason why my disciples agreed is because they don't know the sinister people!"

Huang Shaohong didn't say much, the facts proved everything, before Huo Dou's body was carried away, he went up and picked up the folded folding fan in the hands of his body.

After a brief inspection, he found the mechanism on the handle of the fan, and then pressed the lever on Jinlun and his group, only to hear the sound of "嗤嗤" breaking through the air, and the four poisonous nails had already exploded like lightning. shot out.

Huang Shaohong had a mind, he didn't even aim at Jinlun Fawang, because he knew that such a hidden weapon would be useless against the opponent, so he aimed his fan at the other members of the Mongolian party.

The poisonous nails were shot out, and the four people were knocked down by Jinlun's side. Huo Dou fed these four iron nails with the poison produced by the snow-capped mountains in Tibet. Limp on the ground.

Huang Shaohong said 'tsk tsk': "That bald man, look for yourself, is this what you call being upright?"

When he said the word 'baldy', the few monks who came to the hero banquet felt awkward.

Others who felt uncomfortable, including Guo Jing, Guo Fu, and the Wu family brothers also felt a little uncomfortable, always feeling chilly on their heads.

Huang Shaohong then said loudly to Jinlun: "Look, the poison is still being fed on the hidden weapon, and the poison is too powerful. Seeing the blood seal the throat, look at these people who have been poisoned, there is no way to save them, tsk tsk!"

This hall is full of warriors, all of them can be seen clearly, including the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts, everyone can't help but roll their eyes, can we have some shame, these four are hopeless, but they are 'poisonous' ?
It turned out that Huang Shaohong hit the four poisonous nails, one hit the throat of one person, the other hit the center of the mouth, and the other two were hit on the forehead. come out.

If such a vital part is hit by a hidden weapon, even if you immediately take the antidote to detoxify it, you will not be able to survive.

But of course his own people help his own people. No matter how unscrupulous Daoist Jing Jing is, he is also a member of the Central Plains Wulin, so he can't help the Fanbang Tartars.
"It turns out that this national teacher's family style is also bullshit."

"That's right, there are vicious hidden weapons hidden in the folding fan. This is considered fair and aboveboard. If they act despicably, what will they do? Don't dare to think about it, don't dare to think about it!"

For a moment, the hall was filled with the taunting voices of the heroes of the rivers and lakes, which made the Mongolian group headed by King Jinlun feel ashamed.

Jinlun first asked people to take back Huo Dou's body, and then shouted:
"For those who practice martial arts, don't engage in verbal disputes. Now that the matter between this little Taoist priest and my apprentice has come to an end, then the next match should be Hong Qigong and I competing for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

His subordinates translated these words righteously to the group of heroes in the hall.

Huang Shaohong laughed loudly: "Baldy, didn't you just talk about morality with me just now? Why now I am talking about morality with you, why are you acting like a rascal? This is me talking with you and you playing a fool with me!"

Hearing what he said was interesting, the group of heroes in the hall burst into laughter and shouted, "That's right, monk, why are you acting like a rascal?"

King Jinlun once again suppressed everyone's voices loudly: "The poor monk came to snatch the leader of the martial arts. Is it because Hong Qigong dare not fight, or is it that none of you in the Central Plains can fight?"

Hong Qigong swallowed the chicken butts in two or three gulps, and then got up and announced that he could beat ten.

But Huang Rong who was beside her said: "The leader of the martial arts, who leads the heroes of the rivers and lakes, how revered it is, it would be too much for a game to determine the outcome!"

Huang Rong is the former leader of the Beggars' Sect and the wife of Guo Daxia, she has great prestige in the world, so when she opened her mouth, many people immediately agreed with her.

Hong Qigong knew that his female apprentice was unparalleled in wit and she had a lot of tricks, and when he almost didn't suffer, he sat down again with a smile, wanting to see what rules she had.

After hearing the translation, King Jinlun said calmly, "Then what do you think should be done?"

Huang Rong said as it should: "Naturally, the winner will be determined in three rounds. We will each have three players. If one of you wins two rounds, how about you being the leader of the martial arts?"

Jinlun Fawang thought for a long time, until someone shouted, "If you don't dare, go back to Mongolia." He nodded and said:

"Okay, let's see each other in three games."

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Huang Shaohong stuffed the shotgun down his cuff, actually put it in his bag, then turned and returned to his seat.

Li Haoxi and others asked curiously: "Master Daoist, are you a musket?"

Huang Shaohong curled his mouth: "Ignorance, how can this be a musket, this is the magic weapon of the poor, 'Thunderbolt. Musket'!"

"." If Li Haoxi and others had been to modern times, they would probably say 'MMP' in their minds now, so they are still muskets! '

Just when Huang Shaohong was fooling Li Haoxi, Hong Qigong asked Huang Rong: "Rong'er girl, what are you doing?"

Huang Rong smiled triumphantly and said, "When Huo Dou introduced it just now, the dharma king seemed to have only two disciples. Now that Huo Dou has been beaten to death by Daoist Jing Jing, I think they don't have many good players, so our odds of winning are better. !"

Hong Qigong pointed at her and said with a smile: "You, girl Rong'er, do you think that the master is getting old, and you want to let Jing'er fight the eldest disciple of the Fawang first, so as to show the way for the master?"

Huang Rong pretended to be seen through by you, and denied it: "I didn't say that!"

After the joke, she put away her smile and said seriously: "Master, I have a sure way to win, but I don't know if you are willing or not?"

"Tell me first and listen!" Hong Qigong said noncommittally.

"Just use Tian Ji's method of horse racing!" At this point, Huang Rong's eyes showed a sly look, and she smiled lightly:

"Since the King of Fa dares to challenge Master, he must be powerful. So he must be the last to fight. Let's let Brother Jing and Master play the first two rounds, so that we will definitely win. Then we will win two out of three rounds. We don't need to fight the third round. Of course I won!"

When everyone heard this, they were amazed at Huang Rong's strategy, but Hong Qigong shook his head and said: "No, the old beggar has never served anyone in his life except Wang Chongyang, how can a Tibetan monk be scared off, my opponent must be him! "

Huang Rong rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "That's fine, but Master, if Brother Jing and the others win two games in a row, it won't be your turn to make a move!"

Hong Qigong said nonchalantly: "Then I'll fight with him again, it has nothing to do with being the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

Everyone laughed wryly when they heard it.

In the end, it was decided that Quanzhen faction Qiu Chuji would play the first match, Guo Jing would play the second match, and Hong Qigong would play the third match.

This side was discussing, but Jinlun Fawang couldn't wait any longer, the Tibetan monk gave an order, and his disciple Daerba took out a weapon from under the big red cassock, and walked into the hall.

When everyone saw his sword, they were secretly startled. It turned out that it was a thick and long golden pestle for subjugating demons. Made of pure gold, this amount is much heavier than steel.

Daerba came to the hall, saluted the heroes with palms together, raised his hand and threw the golden pestle upwards, and when it fell, he smashed the two large blue and white bricks on the hall with a bang, and the pestle sank into the ground, more than one foot.

This is the first move to grab the pestle, the weight of the pestle can be seen, seeing that a dry and thin monk can move the pestle, one can imagine the strength of martial arts and physical strength.

The Mongolian interpreter over there shouted: "His Majesty asked you who is going to fight in the Central Plains Wulin, let's fight quickly!"

Qiu Chuji's face was serious, he walked out of the arena with his sword in hand, bowed his hands and saluted, "Poverty Quanzhen Qiu Chuji, please enlighten me!"

Da'erba couldn't understand what he said at all, seeing the other party raised his hand, he thought that the fight had already started, he roared, grabbed the vajra pestle in front of him and swung it across thousands of troops.

Qiu Chuji was bowing his hands in salute, but he didn't expect that the other party would attack directly without following the rules, so there was no time to dodge, and in a hurry, he blocked it with the horizontal sword.

He heard a loud 'dang', the sword in his hand was bent by the vajra pestle, and it hit his ribs, when Qiu Chuji was blown away even with the sword.

"mean!"

"Qiu Daochang!"

"Senior brother!"

Ma Yu jumped in front of Qiu Chu's fuselage to prevent the opponent from chasing him. His eyes were like lightning, glaring at Daerba like an angry King Kong, and shouted loudly:
"My junior brother greeted you, but why did you make a sneak attack?"

After listening to the interpreter, Daerba explained: "I saw him raising his hand, and thought he was about to strike. I didn't know you Han people have so many rules!"

Ma Yu couldn't help being dumb when he heard it, seeing the simple and honest face of the other party, thinking about it, I'm afraid it's really what the other party said, it must be a misunderstanding.

Immediately without further words, he directly hugged Qiu Chuji aside for treatment, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others also stepped forward to check, but seeing their serious expressions, it was obvious that Qiu Chuji's condition should not be very optimistic.

Huang Shaohong shook his head with a "hey" and said, "Qiu Chuji's kung fu is not bad, and his swordsmanship is not bad. If he plays normally, he won't be defeated. Unfortunately, he is a bit pedantic. Since there are so many etiquettes and rules in a martial arts competition !"

After he finished speaking, he kicked Yeluqi with his feet, and pouted at Qiu Chuji. The latter didn't understand why, so he was so angry that he directly reminded in a low voice:
"I'm here for business, go hold a banner and walk around there!"

Yeluqi is Zhou Botong's disciple, he is a member of Quanzhen sect, Qiu Chuji is still his senior brother, how can he do such a despicable thing, not only did not go to sell, but instead gave him the "Eight Treasures Killing Soup" that Huang Shaohong gave him. Go over a bottle.

This made Huang Shaohong so angry that he kept calling himself a prodigal. A bottle of eight-treasure porridge cost a few dollars at the supermarket, and it was gone!
Through the events of the past few days, Huang Rong naturally knew about the 'Eight Treasures Killing Soup', overjoyed, she quickly took it and gave it to Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji's broken ribs and serious internal injuries recovered most of his injuries in an instant. The serious injury turned into a minor injury. He stood up with his own strength and said to Huang Rong in frustration, "I'm ashamed of myself, I have a responsibility!"

Everyone was relieved to see that he was fine. Both Guo Jing and Huang Rong said that winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs, so he needn't worry about it.

This side has just come to an end, over there Jinlun Dharma King personally exited the competition, and the interpreter shouted: "For the second round, our Dharma King will personally enter the competition!"

Those who heard Huang Rong's strategy just now laughed wryly. It seems that they have the same idea and plan to win two games in a row to seal the victory.

Hong Qigong stood up, smiled and said: "I have to exercise my muscles after sitting for a long time, great monk, this old beggar will play with you!"

The heroes of the Central Plains were a little gloomy when they saw Qiu Chuji's defeat, but when Hong Qigong got up, the audience instantly cheered.

Facing Hong Qigong, Jinlun Fawang was expressionless, as if he didn't know the prestige of the Northern Beggar.

Huang Shaohong showed an interested look: "The two of them will be worth watching!"

Li Haoxi asked jokingly, "What's there to see?"

Huang Shaohong felt that Hong Qigong was good to him, and he should remind the old beggar not to capsize in the gutter, and immediately explained loudly:
"This Jinlun Dharma King practiced the esoteric Dharma protector's 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu', while the old beggar's famous stunt was 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'. Do you think it's interesting for these two to have a dragon elephant and a dragon subduing?"

Huang Rong's eyes lit up when she heard Huang Shaohong's words, and she immediately asked, "Xiao Daoist, do you know what's so special about this 'Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill'?"

Huang Shaohong glanced at Huang Rong, knowing that she wanted him to reveal the opponent's weakness in public so that Hong Qigong could refer to him, so he said:
"This 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu' has a total of thirteen levels. It is said that every level of cultivation has the power of a dragon and an elephant. So this kung fu has no special features, it is nothing more than great strength!"

Hong Qigong's character is that when he encounters the strong, he becomes strong. Hearing this, he laughed: "Great monk, old beggars don't take advantage of you, just let me see how your strength is!"

After he finished speaking, he yelled: "Be careful!" He slapped Kanglong Yougui on his chest and shot it out.

Similarly, the palm of Kanglong Yougui, in the hands of Hong Qigong, is actually very different from that used by Guo Jing.

When Guo Jing used this stance, he integrated the principles of Kongming Fist, combining rigidity and softness, while Hong Qigong went straight to the end and went forward without hesitation.

As soon as he slapped his palm, there was the sound of howling wind in the hall, which showed how frightening the old beggar's palm was.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Jinlun Fawang's eyes: "Good time!"

I saw him striding forward, his left leg slightly bent, his right arm bent inward, his right palm made a circle and he slapped his palm, his movements were [-]% similar to Hong Qigong's.

Both Huang Shaohong and Guo Jing stood up abruptly, and they both recognized that the palm slapped by Jinlun Dharma King is also the "Kanglong Yougui" in the "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon", but the movements of the monk Guan are closer to Guo Jing's. Some palms.

'boom'

The two palms collided heavily, and layers of air waves and ripples could be seen in the air with the naked eye, blowing the clothes of the two of them flying.

At the same time, the ground under the feet of Jinlun Fawang and the old beggar exploded at the same time. This phenomenon is completely normal in the "Dragon Snake World", but in this martial arts world, it can only be that the strength of the two has been brought to the extreme , leaving no room for it, so I can't control the performance of the subtleties.

The force of the two's opposing palms was transmitted to the feet, and the whole hall shook accordingly, and the tiles on the hall made a rattling sound, like an earth dragon turning over, it was quite frightening.

An unexpected scene was discovered, the palms of the two faced each other and after only two breaths, there was a 'bang', and it turned out that Hong Qigong vomited blood and shot backwards.

The old beggar twisted his body in the air and landed on the ground. His feet were unstable and he took three steps back, each step leaving a footprint on the ground.

Jinlun Dharma King laughed out loud, not knowing what he was saying in Tibetan.

With blood on the corner of his mouth, Hong Qigong yelled sharply: "How can you know my beggar gang's unique skills?"

After Jinlun heard the interpreter finished speaking, he murmured a few words, and the interpreter said: "My Dharma king said you don't care how he got it, just say that you, Hong Qigong, can count on what you say!"

Hong Qigong's eyes darkened, and after wiping the blood from his mouth with his hand, he said: "The old beggar is willing to bet and admit defeat, this martial arts leader."

"Wait a minute!"

Huang Shaohong landed on the field with a dodge, and said loudly: "I want to fight for the leader of the martial arts!"

After he finished speaking, he turned directly to Jinlun Fawang, raised his eyebrows, and uttered an English word lightly:
"Kneel!"

Jin Lun was stunned and said a few words. The interpreter asked loudly, "What did the King ask you?"

"Kneel!"

After Huang Shaohong repeated it, the other party still looked confused, and he couldn't help but feel like "throwing the eyes to the blind". What a good show, it's just wasted.

He stretched out his right hand, and 'Kimaru Kunizun' had already appeared in his hand: "Have you never seen 'Hella' in Ray 3?"

"I'll make you kneel!"

(End of this chapter)