"This temple warrior is not good."

Wang Jingya was so angry that she squeaked the two hammer handles.

I ca n’t find Andre himself, fight for a hammer.

"It's too arrogant, it's so arrogant. It is to bully me and no one ..."

This person's behavior is also very good to speculate, that is, challenge the martial arts darts all the way, and it is a special choice of a famous person to challenge.

Once it is won, it will be promoted immediately. In the past, if no one can win the front, it is not good.

The victory and death of the martial arts are just unusual, and it is nothing.

In this trick, the most ruthless thing is to expose all the young people's unbearable people ... Let those readers who are originally swimming, and the people who are poor and helpless, are all born in their hearts.

The cognition of weakness, low number, etc.

At that time, there is no need to say anything else. When you see a foreigner, you will be softened directly when you see your knees. It is like seeing his father and mother.

In the past, the people and officials of the Qing Dynasty had such signs, but they were just hidden in their bones, and they would not say it.

After all, people have shame.

However, from the newspaper reports controlled by these Restorations, it can be seen that many people can't wait to advocate the power of foreigners, and they have elaborate.

Perhaps, in their hearts, this kind of powerful articles touted foreigners are just a good manner. In order to make the reform more smoothly, I want to make the relationship between the two parties go further.

But this is an extremely dangerous signal.

The official newspapers and the forefront of public opinion have begun to fall and began to worship. In this world, there will never be a second voice.

"Its heart can be stunned, and its heart can be raised!"

Although Wang Jingya is a female stream, she has Wang Wu's teachings and munaine. These things are more clear than some of the big men in the capital.

At this time, I raised my eyebrows, and I hated that I was not strong enough, otherwise I would hit it directly.

From time to time, she took her eyes and secretly aimed at Zhang Kun, and she could not know.

"It's useless to see me. Andrei is the chief of the temple warriors and can't look at it as a rivers and lakes boxer. This trick is fierce. Only he can choose the goal, and even if you can't fight.

The national soldiers and reporters from various countries, we will be fired by the population of all the wrong moves ... Even if it is killed by a random gun, it can be ignored. "

Zhang Kun shook his head.

You can't hit the temple. If you really kill people, and then photographed by reporters, it is the biggest diplomatic incident in the century.

Is it possible, as soon as this matter, all countries in the world, and the Qing Dynasty, all targeted, sent troops to get people.

Especially the Grand Qing Dynasty, offending the problems of senior officials in their country. If you offended the foreigners, believe that the five cities Bingma and Fengtai camp will be mobilized ...

His Majesty of the Governor of Jiumen, let alone, let's not say, it is the first pioneer who rushed to the top.

"Could it be that you can only watch it like this?"

Wang Jingya turned in the medical hall for a while, and was always a little uncomfortable, so she couldn't see it.

Throw the newspaper and run to the front hall to help Li Xiaowan to see the disease.

Just after grabbing a medicine, I heard the noise at the door. In a blink of an eye, a lot of people came in.

"Master ..."

"Master, the cure is tight, don't get up."

"Master, victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier. Let's heal our wounds and compete with him again."

The voices, big and small, are all full of crying, heartbreaking, sad, and pathos, which makes people feel heartbroken when listening to them.

"Ahem...ahem, no need. I can still afford to lose, but I'm just ashamed...I'm ashamed of my ancestors and masters. This boxing technique has been humiliated in my hands, and I have no shame to see others..."

An old voice coughed a few times and then spoke intermittently. After a pause, he asked again: "Is Master Zhang Kun here?"

"Mr. Yuanda."

Zhang Kun reached the front of the stretcher with one quick step, stretched out his hand and pressed down on it, stopping the other person from trying to get up.

At one glance, I couldn't help but frown.

The last time I saw this old boxer was at the stage not far from the door.

At that time, Mr. Yuanda, as the notary of the life and death contest, had an air of immortality that made people respect him when he saw him.

Mr. Yuanda was a very virtuous young man, and he was kind to others. Moreover, he taught his disciples freely and did not hide anything for himself.

Therefore, he is highly respected by warriors from all walks of life. He is not called by his first name on weekdays, but is called Mr. Da.

Zhang Kun still remembered that before he went on stage that day, the great gentleman secretly reminded him to leave the capital as soon as possible and not to enter the ring.

This sentence was wrongly judged, and later proved to be unnecessary.

However, Zhang Kun asked himself, what if his strength was not that strong.

Perhaps, following Mr. Yuanda's advice is the best way...

Because the opponent has almost made it clear that Zhang Chonghua has hidden part of his strength and will have a narrow escape in the challenge.

Therefore, judging from Mr. Yuanda's original intention, what he said was actually a good intention.

Regardless of whether he listened or not, Zhang Kun still understood the other party's kindness.

When I looked at it, I saw a large dent in Mr. Yuanda's chest, and blood was still gurgling out...

The tattered clothes couldn't cover up the broken bones and the big hole in his chest.

If it hadn't been for decades of self-cultivation and martial arts training, his body had reached the level of Huajin, and his bone marrow's blood-producing function was extremely powerful. At this time, Mr. Yuanda would have died long ago.

Even if he could force himself to go to the hospital, he could only barely survive and could no longer hold on.

"It's important to stop the bleeding first."

Zhang Kun quickly took out the silver needle and stabbed it into several large acupuncture points with a whooshing sound.

This is just treating the symptoms, not the root cause, and just delaying it for a while.

With his medical skills, there is obviously nothing he can do about this kind of injury, even if Li Xiaowan is added to it, it will be useless.

The little girl stood aside and watched quietly, with pity on her face, lowered her head and sighed softly.

"No need to bother."

Mr. Yuanda stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Kun's subsequent movements and said with a wry smile: "I have been teaching boxing for forty years. I just wanted to spread my boxing skills all over the world and not lose the reputation of my ancestors. But I didn't expect that,

When I grow old, I have lost such a big face and been defeated at the hands of foreign devils... I have lost my life. It doesn't matter. I just lament that the master's boxing and sword skills have not been fully passed on. I am very regretful, very regretful..."

After saying a few words, he was out of breath, turned around with difficulty and shouted softly: "Wen Li, bring me my knife."

"Master!"

A middle-aged man with an honest face came forward with a knife on his knees, his eyes were red, and he choked with sobs: "This injury can be cured, don't..."

"Silly boy."

Mr. Yuanda took the knife in his hand and sighed.

Zhong Wenli is his eldest disciple, but unfortunately, his talent is not that good.

After practicing more than thirty years, plum blossom fist plum knives, it is just a lot of darkest levels, which is much weaker than several of his teachers and brothers.

However, this disciple is good, it is very obedient.

When the new disciples were taught on weekdays, they were also dedicated, and there was not much messy thoughts.

When the Andre stepped up the museum, he also wanted to play, but he couldn't fight for several younger brothers.

As a result, for this reason, he kept his life.

Isn't this lucky or sad?

After my own death, the plum blossom fist in Beijing, just let it go ...

Mr. Yuan Da glanced deeply at Zhong Wenli, glanced at the disciples who stood and bent over, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Kun.

"Master Zhang, I have a knife method. I wonder if you want to look at it?"

The old man's voice trembled, his eyes were deep, and he begged in hidden.

"Fix your wish, dare not invite ears."

Zhang Kun was arched.

"When this knife method, when the ancestor taught me, I once said that when the five internal organs were not adjusted, the internal force was not born, and we could not cultivate themselves.

The old man is incompetent, nearly ninety years old, but he still has just mastered a little fur.

The door, there is a humiliation of the country, the old man is guilty. "

Mr. Yuan Da slowly climbed up from the stretcher, stood in the lobby, buckled the handle, standing like a pine.

There was a hint of rudder red on his face, and his spirit became very good.

The wind blew his blood -filled robe, revealing the bleeding and empty chest, making people look at straight hair blocking.

"This knife method is only five forms, which is a trick, known as the five aggregate plum blossoms, and the old man only use it once ..."
To be continued...