Mr. Yang’s real name is Yang Laoqi, a friend of Master Ba Ye.
Later, Ba Ye's master was killed by his enemies, and Yang Laoqi became disabled due to serious injuries.
So Yang Laoqi found Master Ba and acted as a master by his side to make suggestions.
As for the eighth master, he really listens to Yang Laoqi and has to ask him about everything.
"hey-hey!"
Listening to Yang Laoqi scolding him for being a three-legged cat, Ba Ye giggled. If others had to say this, maybe the gangster would be furious. But when Yang Laoqi said it to him, he was convinced. Because when he was learning skills from his master
, he is still a little kid. Yang Laoqi has the same name as his master, so is his kung fu different?
So when Yang Laoqi talks about the Eighth Master, the Eighth Master must listen.
"Mr. Yang, do you think there is a high chance of winning this Dragon Boat Festival martial arts contest with the Japanese? This little devil is here, so he will stay at home and not come out, otherwise I will go up and catch him and twist off his head."
Master Ba asked Yang Laoqi, who twirled his goatee and said: "The rumors about the Dragon Boat Festival are gods after gods. Some people even say that he is a martial arts star who descended to earth. But apart from the battle at Sixing Warehouse
Except for that, no one has seen his true strength.
So if we want to know whether this Dragon Boat Festival is the opponent of the little devil, we have to see him in person.
As for you kid, you want to go to the ring and try to find the devil? I advise you to give up this idea.
Your Iron Cloth Shirt is not a boy's skill. It's fine for ordinary fights, but if you encounter a swordsman, you have to stay away. Your Iron Cloth Shirt can't block sharp weapons at all."
Ba Ye sighed, and then cursed: "Grandma, if I had known better, I wouldn't have gotten married. Now I'm still a child, and I can break a hole in a wall."
Yang Laoqi laughed loudly: "I just didn't expect that at this moment, a man walking with his arms crossed came from the other side of the street."
This person is about 1.75 meters tall, wearing a black suit, black trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes.
White shirt, black tie, black top hat, and a black woolen coat.
Behind him is a follower wearing a Chinese tunic suit and carrying a large leather bag.
"Mr. Yang? Look, that kid has a samurai sword on his body. Could it be Chiba Sakuraichi? Hahaha, it's a coincidence that it's better to come sooner than later. I'm looking for this kid! He actually showed up at my door.
Already."
Yaye mistakenly thought that the young man carrying a samurai sword across the aisle was Chiba Sakuraichi, the Japanese swordsman master. But in fact, he was not, but Danwu who was preparing to go to the Japanese Army Hospital.
Of course, if Dragon Boat Festival hadn't been wearing this outfit, I'm afraid many people would have recognized him. After all, his photo was published in the newspaper.
But what no one expected was that Dragon Boat Festival would come out dressed like this, with a Japanese sword slung around his waist.
Ordinary people would take a detour when they see the Dragon Boat Festival. Who dares to ask? Even if it looks like it, who dares to ask?
But the Eighth Master dared to ask, and just when Yang Laoqi wanted to stop him, the Eighth Master had already strode over.
"Hahaha, little devil, I heard that you are a master of swordsmanship. Come and practice with us."
Ba Ye opened his arms and stopped Duanwu.
Duanwu tilted his head and looked at this person. He had a green dragon on his left and a white tiger on his right. He was wearing a sheepskin jacket and had a bare head. At first glance, he looked like a jerk.
However, this bastard seemed to have some skills, because Duanwu saw that there were more than thirty people following him, and all of them were wearing black coats and all dressed in the same uniform. Duanwu felt that these people must be members of some gang.
The Dragon Boat Festival is short of manpower, and the asshole in front of them is very suitable. Because this person is an asshole, and his style of doing things is to look at life and death, and do it if he doesn't accept it.
"Hey hey hey!"
Duanwu sneered, because he was worried about not being able to find a helper, but the other party actually came to his door by himself.
Duanwu said: "I am not Japanese, but I am a master of swordsmanship. Do you want to practice?"
"Oh, not Japanese?"
Ba Ye sighed because he wanted to bring bad luck to the Japanese, but he didn't expect that the other party was not Japanese, so he instantly lost interest.
"No fight, no fight, I just see how good that devil's swordsman is and want to try his skills. Oh, it's boring."
Master Ba looked very disappointed and tried to go around Duanwu.
I just didn't expect that at this moment, Duanwu said softly: "I am Duanwu."
"Dragon Boat Festival? I'm still celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Master Ba was disdainful, but when he took two steps, his body suddenly froze, and then he quickly took two steps back and looked closely at Duanwu's face.
"Quick, quick, quick, get the newspaper."
Ba Ye stretched out his hand, and his younger brother quickly handed the newspaper into Ba Ye's hand. Ba Ye took the newspaper and read it while looking at the Dragon Boat Festival. After a moment, he burst out laughing and hugged the Dragon Boat Festival.
When Ba Ye called out, all the pedestrians on the street stopped and looked in the direction of Ba Ye and Duanwu.
Because they didn't dare to come forward at all before. One was the eighth master of the Qing Gang, and the other was a man carrying a Japanese sword and dressed like a gang leader. Who dared to come forward with such people?
But at this time, the sound of the Dragon Boat Festival instantly attracted everyone's attention.
And coincidentally, at this moment, countless leaflets suddenly fell from the sky above this huge intersection. The leaflets were colorful, just like a heavy snowfall.
At this time, everyone looked up at the flyers in the sky, and grabbed one in their hands, but saw that there were only five words written on it, in vertical format: "I'm coming during the Dragon Boat Festival."
Just these five words, ordinary and without any literary talent. But at this moment, the whole place suddenly boiled.
Because the Dragon Boat Festival is here, he is like the sharp arrow that clears away the dark clouds above the heads of countless people, allowing them to see light and hope again.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
At this time, everyone laughed loudly, and their smiles were extremely unrestrained.
The patrolman also noticed it at this time, picked up the flyer and looked at it, and was panicked.
Because they have taken refuge with the Japanese, they are traitors. So the arrival of the Dragon Boat Festival is not good news for them at all.
"Don't pick it up, don't look at it!"
The patrolman yelled loudly and even started beating people with batons.
"Hello?"
At this moment, Duanwu roared, and all the patrol officers looked over.
One of the middle-aged men wearing a hat may be the head of these people. He was about to ask Duanwu what he was yelling at, but he suddenly saw Duanwu's face.
They still remember the face of Dragon Boat Festival. They don’t need to pay attention to anything else. They must remember the face of Dragon Boat Festival. Because this fierce god even killed Japanese people, they are not eucalyptus in front of others.
A piece of meat on the board?
The patrolman was so frightened that his legs became weak. He shivered twice, held his own legs and moved back two steps, then turned around and ran away.
He couldn't control this matter. The man in front of him had just killed two princes' guards, and the Japanese didn't dare to say anything. And compared to the Japanese, how could they be nothing?
So if you don't run away now, are you still waiting to die here?...