Zhang Xiaolin protected his body with both fists and posed as a sheep and horse. However, for some reason, the pores on his head slightly opened and closed, and a little bit of sweat quietly oozed out.

Although Zhang Xiaolin was idle in his early years and fought in Hangzhou all day long, he was not completely wasted.

He was able to be attracted by a gangster like Ji Yunqing and personally brought him back to Shanghai from Hangzhou, not only because of his ability and wink, but also because of his martial arts talent and courageous character.

Who would have thought that this traitor whom everyone despised in later generations had no choice but to follow Ji Yunqing to take refuge in Shanghai because he killed the Japanese in Hangzhou.

There are tens of millions of disciples of the Hongmen Qing Gang. The ability to practice the fist and foot to the level of Mingxing with an ordinary set of big Hong fists is enough to illustrate many problems.

However, when he faced the short and dry old man in front of him, Zhang Xiaolin suddenly became scared.

Although I have seen this little old man in the Red Chamber and vaguely felt that the old man was a trainer, I couldn't tell what level this thin monkey-like old man was.

This time, he finally understood, but because the old man had a murderous intention to kill himself. Looking at his every move, he suddenly felt like a mountain, and his posture when he raised his hand was unfathomable.

The old man still kept his bowed posture, but he was finely adjusting the center of gravity of his body at all times, keeping his hands in a subtle and strange balance state. Judging from his posture, not to mention that Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help but exhale and induce the old man to take action, even if a large number of people such as Huang Jinrong came back immediately, or even an earthquake and tsunami immediately occurred, it would not shake his sense of balance.

The oppression on Zhang Xiaolin's body became stronger and stronger, gradually reaching an unbearable level. Looking at the sarcastic smile in the old man's eyes, the anger in his heart also rose little by little. Just thinking about what the master had instructed him, he maintained the state of a single-pinned sheep and horse on the surface, secretly retracting his left arm to the ribs, and approaching the shell gun on his waist.

Fu Yan looked at Zhang Xiaolin's sneaky actions and burst into laughter. Although he looked down on the new code of the Qing Gang before he came, he realized that he had overestimated him when he faced the main leader.

Judging from his posture, he should be practicing the Southern School Hongquan that is widely circulated in the Hongmen. Although he has a peak momentum of Mingjin, he is not considered a real martial arts practitioner at all in his bones of fierceness.

"The little red man is the little red man. Even if he makes a trick, he can't get rid of his true nature..."

However, even though he looked down on Zhang Xiaolin, Fu Yan was not ready to continue to be shocked, because he could see that this little red man was about to come...

If it is said to be insidious, Fu Yan, who has been hidden in the Red Mansion for more than ten years, is the ancestor of the secret door...

Bang……

With a gunshot, Fu Yan had disappeared from the spot. Just as Zhang Xiaolin realized that the situation was not good, and turned around and raised his gun and shot, a severe pain suddenly came from his wrist. When he saw clearly that the thin fists moved and bowed, a huge force had already passed through his arms and suddenly spread from his chest, waist and abdomen...

Next...

There was no more, because at this time, Zhang Xiaolin had already flew backwards like a piece of rotten wood. After smashing the colorful glass door in the hall, he fell far away like a pair of stinky skins...

“Huh?”

Fu Yan looked at Zhang Xiaolin with his back facing the sky, and a surprising question mark appeared in his mind, because he could see that although the boy's arms were broken and his sternum was broken, he unexpectedly did not die.

This is a bit strange!?

Fu Yan shook his hand and took a few steps in succession. His whole body rushed into the courtyard like a flying branch of the ape. However, this time, before he could possess himself and punch, he felt the fur on his body suddenly explode. In desperation, he didn't care about taking action. He hurriedly turned out somersaults and then walked through the hall again and fled.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The sound of gunfire sounded, and rows of black gun barrels appeared on the walls of Huang Mansion, flower beds and even fountains.

"It's a lot of fun to have friends coming from afar, but I didn't expect that my friends would attack too quickly, and I almost let my disciple..."

While speaking, Ji Yunqing, who had just left the mansion with Huang Jinrong, appeared slowly in the middle of the courtyard with the milky white ivory cigarette holder in his mouth. Although the densely packed guns in front of him and behind him were still emitting blue smoke, his white suit still looked spotless.

Fu Yan gasped for some difficulty and tried to restrain his blood and blood. Although he discovered the ambush against him in time, the manpower was not as fast as a foreign gun. The moment he turned around and fled into the hall, he was shot three times in a row.

Fortunately, none of these three shots hit the vital point and would not have died for the moment.

"I count three times. If my friend doesn't come out, we will shoot a volley at the door for a minute. I hope we will see you again then..."

After finally arranging the gunman to surround the master of the Red Mansion, Ji Yunqing would not give him a chance to escape. Just as Fu Yan gritted his teeth and tore off his clothes and tightened his wounds, he had waved his hand to signal the gunman to let the hall go out for a mess...

At the same time, Huang Jinrong also took the thug to the casino, but when he saw the scene in the field, he took a deep breath.

"Boss, that fat man is a master of Tai Chi. Even if he closes his eyes, he can use his arms on the table to "hear" the color in the dealer's hand..."

Huang Jinrong calmed down and said with a dark face: "Tai Chi listens to the spirit!? He already has the style of everyone. I didn't expect that the Red Mansion has such a strong foundation, and he can send such top experts one after another. Are you sure that Lao Qin and you are sure..."

"If the boy behind him doesn't move, Lao Qin and I will fight together, and the winning rate is slightly higher, but we can only fight for life and death, and it will be difficult to capture alive..."

"Don't care about life and death!"

Ji Yunqing waved his arm and looked a little ugly. Although the gunshots behind him were shocking, he saw a trace of darkness in his eyes when Zhang Xiaolin was carried out.

"It seems that I have made enemies. Should I find a chance to kill him..."

Ji Yunqing shook his head, feeling that he was a little too dark-bellied. But when he saw that the hall was beaten to pieces was empty and empty, he felt unconsciously moving again... Then he quietly retreated and rolled out...

When Ji Yunqing ran, the gunmen around him felt a little panicked, but before everyone could figure it out, a figure suddenly jumped out of the plaque in the hall, suddenly exhaled in the crowd, and made a dazzling punch...

Smack sex...

A trace of blood surged on Fu Yan's dark face. With a thrill of excitement, he ran through the crowd like a moving turret. His hands were not very big, but he was still in the strange posture of "The Master's Three Receives". As his hands kept lifting, stretching out and drooping, a stream of surging fists and feet were also exerting force in the air...

The Three Emperors' Cannon Knocks turned into a deadly serial cannon fist, like a burning firecracker, making a short and dull explosion in the air. The power between the fists and feet was surprisingly great, and quickly caused a huge panic in the crowd as Fu Yan ran in serial!

After a round of fast punches, the gunman had already fallen to the ground. Unfortunately, before the gunmen could escape, Fu Yan's thin body suddenly rose, and he exhaled again in a deep voice and let out a low roar...

Dada dada dada dada dada...

The figures flew up and fell, and another round of crazy Three Emperors' fast punching hammers exerted their strength...

Ji Yunqing finally escaped from the field, but was stunned by Fu Yan's extremely cruel Three Emperors' Pao. He carefully weighed his steps and then quietly retreated to the outside of the mansion again. Looking at the expression on his face, he felt like a toad at the bottom of the well finally saw the sky.

Ji Yunqing's fists and feet are only at the level of winning against Qingsie, and only paying attention to the good scenes, and not talking about skills such as killing and disability.

But even if I couldn't see what kind of boxing technique the Three Emperors Cannon Kick was, I felt a little scared from the wonder of Fu Yan, who was like a three-inch Dou Ding, who was running, and his whole body was like a cannon.

Obviously, the Song Three Emperors Cannon Punch, which Song Laomai has improved, is actually a practical boxing type that is very good at group fighting.

Of course, Fu Yan was also suffering at this moment.

The gunshot wound on his body was still bleeding, but his footsteps did not dare to pause at all.

In order to save physical strength, Fu Yan's move in the crowd was very short and very fast. He could shoot more than ten punches in a row almost the moment he ran a step, and each punch contained three extremely powerful techniques: collapse, cannon and punch. Therefore, even in the group battle, he could easily knock out the gunmen with empty steps, so that they could not form an effective siege.

The most serious thing is that these three types of power are all fast and ruthless. Even if the hidden power that consumes qi and blood is not required, relying solely on the clear power in the hands, when hitting the eyes, ears, ribs, crotch and other key points, you can basically achieve one punch and one life. The one who punches without hiding your hand and kills one person at a time...

Ji Yunqing's heart was beating wildly and ran out of the Huang Mansion like a desperate attempt, but saw several gunmen in the distance just put Zhang Xiaolin in the car, so he hurriedly called a few people, and then ordered the car to drive to the casino like a stray dog. However, even when he got in the car, when he thought of the short and thin old man, he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Send me to the hospital first. The green gangsters in the casino are not as good as the gunman in the mansion..."

Ji Yunqing's eyes shrank slightly. Seeing that the coldness on Zhang Xiaolin's face had long disappeared, he had now recovered from his previous respect. "Xiaolin is too seriously injured, so it's safer to go to the hospital first. As for Jin Rong... If you are not at ease, why not go to the casino first to notify..."

The car was silent...

The noisy casino also became deserted at this time.

Yang Meng looked at the tall and fat Huang Jinrong, and stood opposite the gambling table, with two men wearing short-clad clothes standing behind him.

The two men looked similar in figures, both above 1.8 meters, but their faces were black and white. If it weren't for the strange contrast between their thick arms and their thin figure, Yang Meng would have thought that Black and White Impermanence had come.

Wang Wei smiled and raised his arm on the gambling table, and seemed to be unintentionally resting on the side of the heavy gambling table. "I didn't expect that the descendant of the Qianwang of Gemini Gate was actually hidden in Boss Huang's casino. I wonder if Li San of Swallow Gate knew about this news..."

Lao Fang took a step forward, put his hand on the edge of the gambling table, and smiled coldly: "I couldn't imagine that when will this master of Tai Chi Sect start to steal our jobs from Qianmen..."

"The rice has always been in the bowl, but since you have moved the Red Mansion, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it in the future..."

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