Huang Shaohong killed Huo Dou with a shotgun. Many heroes who had seen him doing trouble a few days ago believed that he used thunder. Only a few knowledgeable people understood that this thing used a certain weapon.

Firearms.

Jin Lun Dharma King was a national protector in Mongolia, so he naturally saw firearms. When Mongolia was at war with the Jin Dynasty a few years ago, they captured a lot of firearms called "flying fire guns".

The barrel of the "Flying Fire Gun" is made of sixteen layers of hard paper. The barrel is filled with charcoal, iron powder, magnetic powder, sulfur, and arsenic. It is tied to the head of the gun with a rope. It is lit during battle, and the flame

Can spray out the gun more than ten steps in front of it.

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

In Jinlun's view, although the jet-black stick held by the little fat Taoist priest in front of him looked very different from the 'Flying Fire Gun' and was extremely delicate, it was certain that it must be a firearm.

He immediately yelled angrily: "Despicable villain, you actually use such shameless means!"

Immediately, someone who knew Chinese translated his words for everyone to listen to.

Huang Shaohong pointed at the golden wheel and argued: "Hey, that bald man needs evidence before speaking. I asked your apprentice beforehand if he could use concealed weapons, and he said he could!"

After listening to the words transmitted by the interpreter, Jin Lun sneered: "My disciples are upright and upright. Only your Central Plains martial arts community would use such despicable means. The reason why my disciples agreed is because they don't know the sinister nature of people's hearts!"

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 closed folding fan from his corpse's hands.

After a brief inspection, they found the mechanism on the handle of the fan. Then they pressed the mechanism in front of Jinlun and the others. They only heard the sound of "chichi" breaking through the air, and the four poison nails were activated like lightning.

Came out.

Huang Shaohong was so smart that he did not aim at Jinlun Dharma King, because he knew that such a hidden weapon would be useless to hit the opponent. Instead, he aimed the fan at the other members of the Mongolian group.

The poisonous nails were shot out and knocked down the four people on Jinlun's side. These four iron nails were fed by Huo Dou with the poison produced in the snowy mountains of Tibet. After being hit, these people immediately felt itching all over their bodies and could not stand up.

He fell softly to the ground.

Huang Shaohong made a "tsk tsk" sound in his mouth: "That bald man, see for yourself, is this what you call aboveboard?"

As soon as he said the word "bald", the few monks who came to attend the hero's banquet felt awkward.

Others who felt awkward were Guo Jing, Guo Fu, and the Wu brothers also felt a little uncomfortable, and they always felt a chill on their heads.

Huang Shaohong then said loudly to Jinlun: "Look, they are feeding poison to the hidden weapon, and the poison is too powerful. It will seal their throats when they see blood. Look, these people have been poisoned and are hopeless...

..Tsk!”

This hall is full of warriors, and they can all be seen clearly, including the martial arts heroes from the Central Plains. Everyone can't help but roll their eyes. Can we still have some shame? These four are hopeless, but they are 'poisonous'

?

It turned out that Huang Shaohong shot these four poisonous nails, one hit one person's throat, another hit the center of the mouth, and one of the other two people was hit on the forehead. The last one was harder, punching it directly through the eye and hitting the back of the head.

come out.

If such a vital part is hit by a hidden weapon, even if you take an antidote immediately to detoxify, you won't be able to survive.

But of course our own people help our own people. No matter how unscrupulous Taoist Master Jingjing is, he is still a member of the Central Plains Wulin. He can't speak for the foreign Tatars, so many heroes immediately started to boo:

"It turns out that this national master's tradition is bullshit..."

"That's right, there is a vicious hidden weapon hidden in the folding fan. This is considered fair and aboveboard, but if they become despicable, what will happen? I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to think about it!"

For a time, the whole hall was filled with the sarcastic voices of the powerful people in the world, which made the Mongolian group headed by Jinlun Dharma King suddenly feel ashamed.

Jinlun first asked someone to take Huo Dou's body back, and then shouted:

"People who practice martial arts should not engage in verbal disputes. Now that the matter between this little Taoist priest and my apprentice has come to an end, the next battle should be between me and Hong Qigong for the position of leader of the martial arts alliance!"

His men translated these words righteously to the crowd in the hall.

Huang Shaohong laughed loudly: "Bald man, didn't you talk to me about morality just now? Why are you acting like a rogue now that I'm talking about morality with you? This is why I'm reasoning with you and you're acting like a rogue with me!"

The heroes in the hall laughed heartily when they heard what he said was interesting, and shouted one after another: "Yes, monk, why are you acting like a rogue..."

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

Hong Qigong swallowed the chicken butt in his mouth in a few mouthfuls, and then stood up and announced that he could spank ten.

But Huang Rong beside him said: "The leader of the martial arts alliance, commanding all the heroes in the world, is so respected. It would be too childish to decide the outcome in one battle!"

Huang Rong is the former leader of the Beggar Clan and the wife of Daxia Guo. She has great prestige in the world, so as soon as she opens her mouth, many people immediately agree with her.

When Hong Qigong knew that his female apprentice had unparalleled wit and many clever ideas, and almost never suffered a loss, he sat down again with a smile and wanted to see what she had planned.

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

Huang Rong said matter-of-factly: "Of course, the outcome will be decided in three games. Each of our two sides will have three players. If your side wins two games, how about you take the seat as the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Jin Lun Dharma King thought for a long time, until someone shouted, "If you don't dare, go back to Mongolia." Then he nodded and responded:

"Okay, let's just compete in three games."

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Huang Shaohong stuffed the shotgun along his sleeve, put it into his luggage, and then turned around and returned to his seat.

Li Haoxi and others asked curiously: "Taoist Master, is that a musket?"

Huang Shaohong curled his lips: "Ignorant, how could this be a musket? This is the poor Taoist's magic weapon 'Thunderbolt...Musket'!"

"..." If Li Haoxi and others had been to modern times, they would probably have said in their hearts now, 'mmp, then it's still a musket!'

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

Huang Rong smiled proudly and said: "When Huo Dou introduced him just now, it seemed that this Dharma King only had two disciples. Now that Huo Dou has been beaten to death by Taoist Master Jingjing, I guess they don't have many good players, so our chances of winning are even better."

!”

Hong Qigong pointed at her and said with a smile: "You, you, Ronger, do you think that my master is getting older, and you want to let Jing'er fight against the Dharma King's eldest disciple first, so that the master can show off his skills?"

Huang Rong looked like you had seen through it and denied it: "I didn't say that!"

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

"Speak out first and listen!" Hong Qigong was noncommittal.

"Just use Tian Ji's method of horse racing!" At this point, Huang Rong showed a cunning look in her eyes and chuckled:

"Since the Dharma King dares to challenge Master, he must be very powerful. So he will definitely fight last. Let's let Brother Jing and Master fight in the first two games. This way we will definitely win. When the time comes, we will win two out of three games, and we won't even have to fight the third game.

Of course I won!"

When everyone heard this, they were all amazed by Huang Rong's plan, but Hong Qigong shook his head and said: "No, the old beggar has never served anyone except Wang Chongyang in his whole life, how can he be scared away by a Tibetan monk? 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 take action!"

Hong Qigong said nonchalantly: "Then I'll have another fight with him. It doesn't matter if he is the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

Everyone smiled bitterly when they heard this.

In the end, it was decided that Quanzhen sent Qiu Chuji to play the first game, Guo Jing to play the second game, and Hong Qigong to take charge of the third game.

While they were discussing, Jinlun Dharma King could not wait any longer. The Tibetan monk gave an order, and his disciple Dalba took out a weapon from under his red cassock and walked into the hall.

Everyone was secretly frightened when they saw his sword. It turned out to be a thick and long golden pestle for subduing demons. This pestle was four feet long. The head of the pestle was as thick as a bowl, and the body of the pestle was shining with golden light.

Made of pure gold, this weight is much heavier than steel.

Dalba came to the hall, bowed to the heroes, raised his hand and threw the golden pestle upwards. When it came down, he smashed two large blue and white bricks in the hall with a bang, and the pestle sank into the ground, more than 100 meters deep.

One foot.

This time he grabbed the pestle first, and the weight of the pestle can be seen. Looking at the monk who is so dry and thin, he can actually move the pestle, and his martial arts and physical strength can also be imagined.

The Mongolian translator over there shouted: "The King of Dharma asked you who will fight in the Central Plains martial arts community. Let's fight quickly!"

Qiu Chuji looked solemn, walked out of the field with his sword in hand, bowed his hands and saluted: "Qiu Chuji, a poor Taoist, please teach me!"

Dalba couldn't understand what he was saying at all. When he saw the other party raising his hand, he thought a fight had begun. He roared, grabbed the vajra in front of him and swept away thousands of troops and swung it at him.

Qiu Chuji was holding his hands in greeting, but he didn't expect that the opponent would attack directly without following the rules, so he had no time to dodge. In a hurry, he blocked the attack with his sword.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the sword in his hand was bent by the vajra, and it was pressed against his ribs. When Qiu Chuji went down, he and his sword were blown away.

"mean!"

"Taoist Master Qiu!"

"Junior brother!"

Ma Yu jumped in front of Qiu Chu's fuselage to prevent the other party from pursuing him. His eyes were like lightning, and he glared at Dalba like an angry King Kong, and shouted loudly:

"My junior brother came to greet you, but why did you make a sneak attack?"

After listening to the translation, Dalba explained: "I saw him raising his hand and thought he was about to take action. How did I know that you Han people have so many rules!"

Ma Yu couldn't help being dumbfounded when he heard this. Looking at the honest look on the other person's face, he thought it was probably just as the other person said, it was a misunderstanding.

Without saying anything else, he immediately took Qiu Chuji aside for treatment. Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others also came forward to check, but judging from their serious expressions, it was obvious that Qiu Chuji's condition was not very optimistic.

Huang Shaohong shook his head with a 'hey' and said: "Qiu Chuji's kung fu is pretty good, and his swordsmanship is not bad. If he performed normally, he wouldn't be defeated. Unfortunately, he is a bit pedantic. Since there is a martial arts competition, there are so many etiquette and rules.

!”

After he finished speaking, he kicked Yeluqi with his foot and pouted at Qiu Chuji. The latter didn't know why, so he was so angry that he reminded him in a low voice:

"Business is coming, go and hold the banner and walk around there!"
To be continued...