In addition to complaining, Zhao Chen was also quite surprised by the strength shown by the two martial arts masters in the field.

You must know that whether it is the weird flexibility displayed by the "yellow-shirted gunslinger", the cheap master's ability to cross a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, or the movement skills to avoid bullets, it is not something ordinary people can do...

Their performance was already comparable to the "Qi Xia" in the anti-war drama! While Zhao Chen was feeling emotional, he also had a doubt in his heart, that is: Isn't it a violation to use a revolver? Can firearms be used during a martial arts contest?<

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He thought for a while and looked at the burly Senior Brother Feng next to him. Considering the rather polite gesture that the other party had taken when he ushered him into the east wing, he asked tentatively: "Senior Brother, you can use the revolver... during the competition.

Wheel of Fire?"

When asked, Feng Cang, who had shown worry since Master Huang was shot, frowned, but maybe he knew that this junior who had just started for two days didn't understand many things, or maybe he wanted to relieve his nervousness.

mood, so I still answered:

"As a type of weapon, fire guns can of course be used in martial arts competitions. Powerful weapons themselves are also part of a warrior's strength. If fire guns are banned, then other hidden weapons, crossbows and the like must also be banned? Some

The sect specializes in using these as its main means of attack..."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, as if he had regained some confidence, and continued, "Also, junior brother, have you forgotten? Our master's specialty is the golden dart, which is also a hidden weapon!"

I know that Master Huang is the so-called "Golden Dart Guest" of "One Dart Shocks Red Gold"! This nickname sounds very loud at first, but the so-called "Chijin" refers to Bingquan Town, Chijin Town and Jinwan around Chijin Mountain.

There are only two towns, one township, and more than a dozen subordinate villages... Speaking of which, he is a rural master...

Zhao Chen complained in his mind while sorting out the information about Master Huang Xianjun that had just appeared in his mind.

At this moment, Huang and Jia, who had experienced a brief confrontation in the center of the yard, each flew toward the other and began a close fight.

Huang Xianjun's palm skills are wide open and closed, and every move is full of power; while Jia Zhengming, who has a slender body, is like a loach, slippery and always avoids the opponent's fist at the last moment.

, but was unable to fight back under the pressure of the opponent's fist.

It's not that the "yellow-shirted gunslinger" doesn't want to use the revolver anymore, but that after firing three rounds at close range before, he only has two bullets left in his gun. Without a high degree of certainty of hitting, he would rather fire without firing.

This will occupy part of Master Huang's attention.

What's more, Huang Xianjun is old after all, and his shoulder was severely injured. It will be more beneficial to Jia Zhengming to continue to use it like this.

As for changing ammunition on the spot? That’s an act of seeking death in a competition of the same level!

Zhao Chen's cheap master obviously also realized this, so after the strength of his right hand failed again, the experienced old gym owner suddenly raised his left hand that was unable to move due to injury at the moment of intersecting with the opponent.

arm, pointing the fingertips towards the opponent's throat.

Seeing this, the eyes of the "Yellow-shirted Gunslinger" suddenly turned into pale golden vertical pupils, and then the slender neck moved incredibly by a few centimeters.

The next moment, a golden light that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye grazed his neck and shot straight to the south wall of the courtyard, making a small hole in the wall.

At the same time, Jia Zhengming finally seized the opportunity to activate the gun again, aiming at Huang Xianjun's head and heart and shooting the remaining two bullets in the wheel.

"Master!"

"Master Huang!"

"Huang Lao!"

Seeing such a critical situation, Master Huang's disciples and friends in the east wing all exclaimed in surprise, and even several disciples with good skills had already flown up to prepare to welcome Master Huang back.

At this critical moment, Huang Xianjun, the master of the hall, twitched his ears slightly, and then regardless of his identity, he fell back and rolled on the iron bridge to avoid two bullets fired at close range.

Bang! Bang!

Seeing the smoke and dust raised by the bullets on the white sand, Hall Master Huang Xianjun wanted to regain his strength and take action again, but his body suddenly felt exhausted and his meridians all over his body were in severe pain.

He raised his head and glanced at the "gunsman in yellow" who calmly opened the wheel not far away and pressed bullets into it. He knew that his true identity had been completely seen by his opponent. If he continued to struggle, he would only lose more miserably, or even lose his life.

So I had to raise my hands and shout loudly to the witnesses in the north:

"I surrender!"

As his words fell, the members of the Sand Snake Gang in the west wing immediately cheered like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Only the leader of the gang, Ye Liwang, stared at "Golden Escort" Huang Xianjun with a smile.

Full of ferocity.

The martial arts disciples in the east wing couldn't believe that their master would really lose, and after a while they hung their heads in frustration.

Only Senior Brother Feng was still calm, picked up the golden sore medicine and bandages and ran towards the center of the courtyard where the master fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chen glanced at the brothers and sisters around him who had already begun to have their own thoughts due to Master Huang's defeat. Combined with the information about the cheap master that had just emerged in his mind, he roughly guessed the cause and follow-up of the competition.

Impact:

"According to the relevant memories of the original owner, Master Huang Xianjun of the Golden Guards Martial Arts School was originally a leading figure in the Jianghu forces of the Eighteen Villages in Two Towns and One Township of Chijin Mountain. He was the host of the underground rules in this area and enjoyed a high reputation.<

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"The leader of the 'Sand Snake Gang' was a defeated general under Master Huang. He had to abide by the rules he set. Therefore, he lost a lot of benefits and has always held a grudge.

"So, he used some unknown means to invite this 'yellow-shirted gunslinger' and planned to rely on this man's force to win Master Huang's current position through a martial arts competition and re-establish underground order.

"I just don't know why this cheap master of mine agreed to compete... Well, it was either an agreement long ago, or he was caught by someone and had to accept the challenge.

"And now that the 'Golden Guards' has lost, from now on the so-called two towns and one township of Bingquan, Chijin, and Jinwan will be decided by the 'Sand Snake Gang'... It's no wonder that Master Huang's disciples have their own thoughts...

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"But these probably have nothing to do with me...well, they have little to do with the original owner...According to the information I got from the boy on the way to the front yard, my body is the second son of a wealthy businessman in this town, and he is related to the people in the world.

People are not too involved."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Chen still had no clue about the murderer of the original owner, so he had to give up.

At this time, "Golden Guardsman" Huang Xianjun had simply bandaged the wound on his shoulder with the help of Senior Brother Feng, and had recovered some strength. Then he raised his hand to "Yellow Shirt Gunslinger" Jia Zhengming not far away and said: <

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"Your Excellency has great skills and is worthy of being a disciple of the Desert Eagle...

"Your Excellency should have cultivated your true energy and even opened your eyes, otherwise you will definitely not be able to dodge my 'golden dart'...

"I just don't know why you, since you have become a monk, come to this remote town to embarrass an ordinary warrior?"

"Yellow-shirted Gunslinger" Jia Zhengming did not rush to answer, but put the revolver back into the holster on his waist, then shook his head as if two bullets were stuck together and said: "I owe it."

Sand Snake's favor must come..."

After a brief explanation, he changed the topic, stared at the fingers of Huang Xianjun's left hand and said, "What's more, you are not an ordinary warrior!

"If I read it correctly, I'm afraid you were once a monk in the realm of magic, and the so-called 'Golden Dart' is one of your natal spells.

"However, the decline of the 'Golden Dart' spell to this extent means that your true mana has been completely destroyed, and you can only rely on your own blood and spirit to force it... But even so, the magic that you once had in the mana realm is still retained.

If you know a few things, ordinary monks in the realm of true energy may not be your opponent.

"It was a bit of a fluke that I escaped just now."

The two exchanged business blows for a while as usual, not paying attention to the fact that they almost killed each other just now, and the sound was so loud that everyone around them wished they could hear it.

Mana... refining skills... monks... the martial arts in this world are really not that simple! Although the golden dart fired by the cheap master's left hand just now is not as powerful as the revolver, its shooting speed is far faster than ordinary bullets... that is magic

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Zhao Chen wanted to hear more of their exchange of blows, but unfortunately, these two martial arts masters had already entered the main hall with the other "big shots" in the town to discuss the distribution of benefits.

Just when he was feeling regretful, Xiaosi Fengqu suddenly ran over and said breathlessly:

"Second Young Master, I sent someone to tell you not to stay in the martial arts hall today and to go home early."

Master? That is, the father of my body? He is also there? While his thoughts were spinning rapidly, Zhao Chen asked calmly: "Master? Master is here too?"

Fengqu glanced at his young master and said in a strange tone: "Didn't the master just sit there?"

While speaking, he pointed to the row of seats in front of the main hall on the north side of the courtyard.

It turns out that my father in this body is also one of the "big shots" in the town! No wonder that Senior Brother Feng takes such good care of me... In that case, there may be one more person behind the scenes to kill "me"... Let "my" father

Break up with "my" master?

Could it be a conspiracy of the "Sand Snakes"?

When Zhao Chen was thinking wildly, he didn't notice that there was a young man with oily hair and pink face at the gate of the martial arts gym. He looked at him several times in surprise, as if he was confirming something.

After a while, the man turned around and left the martial arts gym, holding the corner of his gown and running towards the streets east of Bingquan Town.

After passing through several alleys, he came to a single-family house, opened the door and walked in.

There is a middle-aged Taoist priest drying herbs in the yard. He looks good and has some connotations of immortality. He is only blind in one eye, which somewhat destroys his sanctimonious image.

At this moment, the Taoist priest saw the young man coming in, stroking his long beard and asked with a smile: "But it's done?"

"No, then Zhao Chen is still alive and well! Taoist priest Fang Xuzi, is your curse reliable?" The oily-haired and pink-faced young man shouted angrily, "Don't expect my sister to get Zhao Chen if you do this.

That thing my master hid."

"How could it be? In order to successfully cast the spell, we have used Feng Shui evil energy to eliminate his energy for several months, and the process of setting up the altar before was also very smooth..." The Taoist priest named Fang Xuzi frowned when he heard this.

He asked, "Can you see clearly, is he really okay?"

"I can see it very clearly! And Zhao Chen also watched the competition between the Golden Dart Martial Arts School and the Sand Snake Gang. Many people can testify." The young man said dissatisfiedly, "Could it be that your curse spell is not working?"
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To be continued...