Martial Arts World

Chapter 33: confusion

  Huang Feihong ended on Wednesday and opened a new martial arts plane...

  咻咻咻……

The wonderful show being staged on the open-air stage attracted the attention of the majority of the audience. The small disturbance in the background did not attract enough attention from the relevant people. Until a group of black masked men suddenly rushed onto the stage, holding a crossbow to the front row The audience fired at random, which caused a sudden commotion in the auditorium.

   "Ahhh, help me, I'm hit!"

   "Run, run, don't block my way!"

   "Get down, get down quickly, get down to Lao Tzu!"

   "......"

   All kinds of noisy sounds were immediately clamoring, and for a time the screams and crying and screaming were joined together, and the entire open-air stage auditorium was chaotic.

   "Master, be careful!"

   Lin Sha flew forward at the first sight, took out the nunchaku from her waist and danced in front of her. The breathing kung fu flew a few crossbow arrows.

   "Asha I'm coming, you protect the thirteen aunts!"

  Huang Feihong stepped forward, walking with his unicorn feet on the ground. Several flashing bodies were close to the open-air stage, and he threw a long wooden pole around his feet and threw it out.

   The gang of masked big men on the stage obviously failed to pass the crossbow technique. In a round of nearly ten crossbow arrows, most of them hurt other audiences by mistake. Less than two or three shots accurately shot at Huang Feihong, and all of them were instantly shot by Lin Sha.

At this time, Huang Feihong rushed over, panicked his hands and feet for a moment, and the crossbow in his hand had not been re-wound. Several unlucky guys standing at the front of the stage were directly hit by the rotating sticks and screamed and threw the bow to the ground. .

  Huang Feihong slammed under the feet and flew towards the open-air stage like a big bird. Unexpectedly, several masked heroes rushed out from the backstage curtain, holding a short bow in the army and making a volley.

  咻咻咻……

In the middle of the sky, Huang Feihong had nowhere to use his strength. He saw several arrows shooting and was shocked, but his right hand took off his robe at the moment of a flick of his right hand. Hula and his hands threw the robe like a banner in the strong wind. At a time when it was impossible to let go, several arrows that had been shot quickly were wrapped up, and the body was also pulled backwards safely by the force of the robe, but then another round of arrows rained and hit.

   "Master takes the stick!"

  Huang Feihong's robe in his hand has become full of holes. In the face of the rapid attack, Arrow Rain is no longer useful. Ling Yunkai is rushing out of the backstage of the troupe at a critical juncture. The troupe suddenly throws him towards Huang Feihong with a stick.

   "You bastards, let me go!"

  Pork Rong screamed angrily, holding a long table case in the troupe with both hands, pushing the table sideways to the outside like a bulldozer.

   "Ouch, I have a broken leg!"

   "Asshole, don't get up from Laozi yet!"

   "Chopped off the pork bastard, are you **** dead?"

   "......"

The masked big man on the open-air stage was like dumplings, and was slammed or pushed down by the pork table with a long table case. Of course, some people jumped off the stage automatically when they saw the opportunity. .

   At this time, Huang Feihong had taken the long stick thrown by Ling Yunkai, and a pair of airtight sticks were danced with both hands, and all the arrows that had been shot out were put off. Immediately after rubbing his feet up and down, the long stick in his hand turned into a stick figure and stirred up a storm in the panicked masked Han group.

  ……

   The cheap master Huang Feihong showed great power, and Lin Sha performed well here.

Stretching his hand, he brought the panicked 13th aunt behind him, and regardless of the grievances of the accidentally injured audience, he divided the audience into a group, and a few strides came to be closely guarded by his own soldiers. The Foshan Chief Soldier approached.

Because of Lin Sha’s greet in advance, although he was caught off guard, fortunately, the guards who had been prepared to follow him reacted immediately. While protecting the frightened Foshan commander firmly, they shouted loudly and thought To stabilize the panicked crowd.

  Unfortunately, it has little effect. At this time, it is important to escape.

"Master Chief, evacuate the crowd quickly, otherwise it will be a mess again, and it will be troublesome to have a trampling incident!" Seeing the poor performance of the guard's guard, Lin Sha secretly scolded a fool in his heart, and then took the thirteen aunt Crowded to the Foshan generals to remind loudly.

   "Yes, yes, evacuate the crowd before dealing with the assassins!"

Obviously, the Foshan commander defined the group of masked men who appeared suddenly as assassins, because a crossbow was dying and shot at him. If he was not reacted by the guards around him, he might be at this time. Are there any spikes?

   "Adult, you must send someone to guard the gate outside, and control all the escaping audience. There may be assassins mixed in and want to fish in muddy water!" Lin Sha continued to remind.

   "Just do what the kid said!"

  Foshan Commander's face was a little embarrassed, but at this moment it was not a time to look down on his face, and he ordered his men to take care of them again.

"grown ups……"

   "Your kid is enough, is there anything you can't say in one go?"

   Foshan General Soldier glared, pointing at Lin Sha's nose, almost spitting blood.

   "The Americans..."

   Lin Sha rolled her eyes, opened her head and kept silent.

"Right, right, and the Americans, send another team of people to protect them and send them away from the troupe safely!" Despite the stereotypes in my mind, without direct conflicts, the Foshan generals still Consider the personal safety of Americans~www.wuxiahere.com~ If something happens under his eyelids, he can't eat and walk away.

   "Adult, what if they shoot at the rioting audience?"

  Linsha seized the time, and worried like a machine gun.

   "They have that courage?" The General Foshan's face was astonished.

   "If you are not afraid of 10,000, you will be afraid of it!" Lin Shake didn't have as many concerns as the generals, but just anxiously reminded.

   "Come here, take someone away immediately, without any accidents halfway!"

   The general of Foshan changed his face, and he dared not order any hesitation when things were urgent.

   "Thirteen aunt, you follow the commander-in-chief, I will help the master!"

Secretly relieved, Lin Sha immediately said to the thirteen aunt who had calmed down, and then ignored the shout of the thirteen aunt, and pulled out a steel knife from the waist of a general soldier around him, and stepped on the unicorn step. A few flashes have disappeared into the crowd.

   "Shet Shet..."

Across the distance, Lin Sha heard a bird's-mouth verbal abuse on the VIP seat. He struggled to separate the chaotic crowd and looked back, but he saw the nearly ten guards who had come from the American businessman Saxon. Raising their muskets in a row, the target is hitting the cheap masters who are so frightened that the masked man is looking for teeth.

   "Damn, this group of Yankees is really upset!"

   Lin Sha's heart burst into flames, and no matter what happened, he threw a nunchaku towards the row of American guards...

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