Huang Shaohong knocked down Monk Hengchong with one shot. Everyone was dumbfounded. They didn't expect that Huang Feihong, who was famous in the martial arts world in the south, would take out his musket and kill his opponent during the competition. Even Master Jiugong rubbed him hard.

Rubbing his eyes, he made sure he saw correctly.

Master Jiugong cursed loudly: "Huang Feihong, you don't follow the rules of the martial arts, and you actually use firearms to kill people!"

Huang Shaohong shrugged innocently: "Everyone saw it just now. He said he was invulnerable, so I tried it. It turned out that Cui was awesome. If I took action, wouldn't he die even worse?"

At this moment, Yan Zhendong on the side subconsciously touched the hidden spear weapon hidden in his braid. At this moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrows at Huang Shaohong and sighed:

"It's unfathomable. I accept him as the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

Master Jiugong cursed angrily: "Huang, I want to spread your disobedience to martial arts rules throughout the world, and I want my disciples and disciples to kill all your Baozhilin!"

‘Bang!’ Immediately, a blood hole appeared between the eyebrows of Master Jiugong, and he collapsed softly on the Grand Master’s chair.

Huang Shaohong blew the barrel of the gun again: "Are you crazy? You dare to say that when you see a gun in my hand!"

After the death of Master Jiugong, chaos suddenly broke out in the hall. Many believers were deceived by Jiugong's supernatural powers. When they saw that even the leader of the cult had been killed by foreign guns, they suddenly lost their backbone and all shouted outside.

Run away.

The two boxers of the Boxer Boxer who were previously known as the Three Great Heavenly Masters together with Hengchong took advantage of the chaotic scene among the White Lotus Cultists and quickly disappeared into the crowd, using their ape-like movement skills to disappear in a blink of an eye.

No trace.

Huang Shaohong ignored those two people. He said that he wanted to eradicate the White Lotus Sect. Today, this pretending to be a ghost cannot be allowed to stay.

But with so many people in front of him, he couldn't kill them all. After all, most of them were common people who had been deceived, so he specifically selected those who dressed differently. These people were Jiugong's confidants and the backbone of the White Lotus Sect.

Kill a few until the pistol is empty.

He turned around and shouted loudly at the White Lotus disciples who were crying for their fathers and mothers and running away: "Don't let me see you again in the future, otherwise I will definitely kill you!"

When he shouted like this, it was obvious that he did not intend to kill them all. These White Lotus believers were relieved a lot. Those who knew the truth saluted Huang Shaohong before leaving: "Thank you, Master Huang!"

In the blink of an eye, the originally crowded Chaotian Palace hall became empty, with only Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong left.

At this time, Yan Zhendong had completely recovered from the slight internal injuries he suffered before drinking the 'Eight Treasures Life-Saving Soup'.

Huang Shaohong looked down at the fallen monk Hengchong, and asked Yan Zhendong beside him: "Old Yan, how is this guy's kung fu?"

Yan Zhendong sighed with some regret: "In these years, there is only one person who can practice the Golden Bell to the level of Dacheng by relying on the fragments of the Shaolin Golden Bell. This person must have a certain status in Shaolin. You must be careful about the Shaolin sect in the future.

people!"

Huang Shaohong didn't take it seriously. After all, he had to leave this world after completing his mission. No matter how awesome the Shaolin in this world was, he couldn't go to the real world to find him.

He shook his head and asked: "What I'm asking is, can this guy be ranked high in the martial arts world?"

Yan Zhendong pondered for a moment and then said: "There are no more than five people who can defeat him!"

"Which five?" Huang Shaohong was more interested in this.

"Grandmaster Guo Yunshen of the Xingyi Sect, Grandmaster Yang Jianhou of the Yang Family Taiji Sect Jinghu, and Grandmaster Yin Fu of the Baji Sect can all break through his golden bell. In addition, Wang Zhengyi, the great swordsman, can also be counted as one if he uses a sword!"

"There are only four, who is the other one?"

Yan Zhendong glanced at Huang Shaohong: "The other one is you, Master Huang. Your 'ground-lying grapple master' uses softness to overcome strength. This monk practices hard skills, so he should not be your opponent!"

Huang Shaohong coughed twice, which made him feel embarrassed to praise him. The main reason why his ground locking skills were able to break Yan Zhendong's iron cloth shirt was because of his master-level body. If it weren't for this master of foreign boxing,

If you want to use jujitsu to overcome strength with softness, haha, you are thinking too much.

Besides, in the situation just now, it would be better for him to hug the monk and roll around on the ground in front of hundreds of people. It was really unsightly.

Moreover, there are so many people on the other side, and there are still two big Boxer masters who have not made a move. If you take the opportunity to make a sneak attack and get entangled by the monk, you will be beaten to death by any jujitsu, so that kind of ground technique is still suitable for fair situations.

Single fights or arenas are not suitable for martial arts battles.

After Yan Zhendong finished speaking, he asked strangely: "Master Huang, there is no one here, why are we still here?"

Huang Shaohong raised his eyelids and looked towards the beams of the main hall: "Who said there is no one left?"

He took the revolver and aimed it in one direction: "Sir, do you want to come out on your own, or do you want me to blow you down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure turn over and fall from the shadow of the beam, landing lightly on the ground. It was none other than one of the boxer masters who had slipped away with the crowd.

As soon as he came out, behind the statue of Wusheng Old Mother, a person also appeared, it was another great boxer.

"You two are brothers?" Huang Shaohong hadn't noticed before. When the two great boxers stood together, he realized that they looked very similar. There was only a slight difference in age. Although they were not twins, they

My brother didn't run away.

Among them, the big boxer who came out from behind the statue was older. He just heard him praise:

"Huang Feihong of Foshan is worthy of being a great master. Before, I thought that your killing of Master Hengchong with a musket was a cunning method and unworthy of the name of a great master. But I heard Master Yan say that you also have a skill of 'lying down on the ground' to defeat the enemy."

If you practice your skills well, then what you did before must have profound meaning..."

"If my guess is correct, Master Huang did not use kung fu but used a musket to kill Master Hengchong, just to let those White Lotus sect members see that they were fooled by the White Lotus sect's pretense, and to reveal the true colors of Hengchong and Jiugong.

Is that so?"

After hearing this, Yan Zhendong's expression changed, and he said very ashamedly: "Just now I was judging a gentleman with a villain's heart, thinking that Master Huang was just too lazy to do anything, so I made a quick decision. I didn't expect that Master Huang could use a musket and have such power."

I mean, I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed, as I said again, I accept you as the leader of the alliance!”

Huang Shaohong had the urge to cover his face. Do these martial arts people think they are all Sherlock Holmes? I just shot because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to defeat this guy, okay?

Huang Shaohong felt that a true man must be brave enough to act and tell the truth. His blood surged in his heart and he immediately said: "Yes, that's exactly it!"
Chapter completed!