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Regarding the arrest of his apprentice, Hua Twelve expressed that he was not nervous. Anyway, he had more than 2,000 disciples, and the death of one or two would not have any impact.

Ahem, okay, this is just bragging. After all, Hua Twelve is a good person and very emotional. He still cares a little about Zhuo Yifei, a fat man with a pleasant personality.

He directly said to Yan Xiaoguo: "Before General Yan took action just now, he pretended to be a Boxer Rebellion to evacuate the people at the dock. I still admire this, so I will give you a chance to let go of my apprentice, throw away the weapons, and I will let you leave the harbor alive."

How is the island?”

What Hua Twelve said was not a lie. After all, there was no deep hatred between the two parties. If it could be resolved peacefully, he would not mind giving the other party a way out. In his opinion, Yan Xiaoguo was still very capable. How could he keep his life to kill the foreign devils?

Isn't it better than dying worthless on Hong Kong Island?

Yan Xiaoguo smiled and said loudly: "Thank you for your kindness, but the soldiers should die in the field, why should they be wrapped in horse leather? Today's matter has come to this, and Xiaoguo and these hundreds of brothers have no intention of going back alive!"

Hua Twelve was helpless: "Then what do you want?"

Yan Xiaoguo shouted word for word: "Kill the thief Sun and serve the imperial court!"

Around him, Sa Zhenshan, Gong Baotian, and the more than two hundred assassins and dead soldiers of the Qing court, infected by his momentum, all shouted at the same time:

"Kill Sun's thief and serve the imperial court!"

Not to mention, in this situation of being surrounded and defeated, although the slogans shouted are not very reliable, there is still a tragic and heroic spirit of people who do not succeed or succeed.

Hua Twelve was speechless: "Your side is called Qing Dynasty, not Qingtian Daydream. You only caught one of us and want to completely overturn the situation. How can such a good thing happen? You Yan Xiaoguo is also a person. Please be realistic, okay?

!”

Yan Xiaoguo glanced around and knew that there were hundreds of Ah Sans holding Western weapons. He knew that as long as Hua Twelve gave the order, his side would be beaten to a pulp.

In this case, the overall situation has been decided, and he, Yan Xiaoguo, would not give away the fruits of victory easily just because of one person.

So Yan Xiaoguo took a deep breath and said to Hua Twelve:

"Chong Yang, I know it's a bit unrealistic for you to hand over your grandson thief to me at the moment, but I have no choice but to protect the Emperor Xiaoguo. Let's take advantage of you. How about we have a fair fight?"

Although he lost, Yan Xiaoguo still wanted to struggle again, even though he himself didn't have much confidence.

Hua Twelve picked his ears with his little finger: "Tell me, how can we have a fair fight?"

Yan Xiaoguo glanced at Gong Baotian and Sa Zhenshan, then turned to Hua Twelve and said:

"We will send out three people each, and the winner will be the winner of two out of three rounds. If you win two rounds, I will order your apprentice to be released. Xiaoguo and his brothers will also lay down their weapons and be killed!"

"If we are lucky enough to win, I will return your apprentice to you. If you want Xiaoguo's life, you can take it, but you have to hand over the thief Sun to us so that we and other soldiers can live up to the mission of the imperial court. How about that?"

The more Zhuo Yifei thought about it, the more depressed he became. He felt that if his master was injured in a martial arts competition because of him, how would he behave if he didn't get blamed to death by his brothers later?

So he rolled his eyes, wanting to show off before he was rescued, and immediately shouted in a pretense of tragedy: "Master, I am a useless disciple, you don't have to worry about me!"

How could Hua Twelve not know this guy's temperament? He waved his hands angrily and said:

"You see, he himself is not willing, and I can't force my apprentice, right? So just kill him, so that I can avenge him without any scruples!"

After he finished speaking, under the confused expressions of Yan Xiaoguo and others, he shouted to Zhuo Yifei: "Good apprentice, Master understands your intention. Don't worry, I will avenge you. Whoever is there, hurry up and shoot."

My disciple can’t wait to die heroically!”

Zhuo Yifei was dumbfounded. He felt that the muzzle of the gun on his head moved. He almost peed in fear. He immediately shouted: "Master, I was bragging just now. Don't take it seriously. You are just my fat disciple. He is dead."

What a pity, you must save me..."

After he finished speaking, he said to the peasant woman killer who was pointing the gun at him: "Sister, please don't shake your hands...it's about many lives!"

That assassin from the Qing court who was dressed as a peasant woman. If possible, I really want to kill him with one shot. If you are so afraid of death, just don't say anything. Why are you pretending to be a hero?

Yan Xiaoguo looked at the interaction between the two masters and apprentices and couldn't laugh or cry. He actually agreed to the sentence that he was not a family and would not enter the same family.

He asked Hua Twelve: "Brother Chongyang, how are you thinking? Whether you want to decide the outcome in three rounds, or whether you want me and other soldiers to fight to the death, it's up to you!"

Hua Twelve looked at Zhuo Yifei angrily, and the latter quickly lowered his head, not daring to act like a hero anymore.

In fact, Hua Twelve is also a little tempted. He is presiding over today's matter. As a time-travelling prophet, it would be too much to organize a group of people to use fists, feet and weapons to gain victory with their lives as in the original plot.

I have no IQ. Although it looks good when fighting, it is unwise on the one hand and vulgar on the other.

After all, he is a brain eater!

But if he didn't fight at all, it would be a pity for Chong Yang's martial arts skills. Besides, he also recruited Liu Yubai, the top martial arts champion, for his own use. Why should he look at the methods of the top martial arts champion?

What's more, when he saw the movie and discovered Brother Dan, he regarded the movie as a martial arts movie. It would be unreasonable to say that if he really didn't move around today and let the Indian police rob him, it would be unreasonable.

Now that the overall situation has been decided and victory is certain, it is a good choice to take advantage of Zhuo Yifei's little accident to see how good the master is.

He nodded immediately and said: "Okay, I will give you this opportunity and tell me how to beat you!"

Yan Xiaoguo's eyes flashed with joy when he heard this. Even though he was ready to be shrouded in horse leather, how could he not be happy if there was a glimmer of hope.

He immediately pointed at Sa Zhenshan and Gong Baotian: "The two of them plus me, you also have three people, the outcome will be determined in three rounds!"

Hua Twelve simply finished his work early and said, "Okay, that's it!"

Liu Yubai beside him said: "Count me in!"

Fang Tian, ​​the rebel general of the Green Camp, took a step forward with his oxtail in hand: "Count me in!"

Hua Twelve looked at Fang Tian: "General Fang, you are good at leading troops in battles. Fighting alone is the stuff of Jianghu people, so don't get involved!"

He turned to the other side and shouted to the crowd dressed as dock workers: "Wang Fuming!"

A giant man more than two meters tall stood up from behind the crowd, smiling naively: "I see you've done it, sit down and take a rest!"

Hua Twelve was also laughing: "Do you dare to come out and have a fight?"

"Dare, but I haven't really done anything before, and I don't know how good my skills are!"

"Don't you know it after a fight? Get out of the way and let him in!"

Immediately, the crowd dispersed, and Wang Fuming strode forward. This hill-like figure immediately doubled the pressure on Yan Xiaoguo and the other three.

Gong Baotian took a step forward at this time and said to Hua Twelve: "Master Shen, you should have a grudge with our Bagua Sect. In this first round, I will help you to settle the matter. Come on!"

Before Hua Twelve agreed, Yan Xiaoguo put his palm on Gong Baotian's shoulder and shook his head: "You choose someone else, the king versus the king, the general, the general, leave Chong Yang to me!"

The grudge between the Bagua Sect and Chong Yang is fatal. Yan Xiaoguo's intention is Mr. Sun. If Gong Baotian beats Chong Yang to death, there will be no mission or anything else. So if he wants to take action himself, he only needs to defeat the opponent with one move. Half-form is fine.

Before Gong Baotian agreed, Hua Twelve clasped his fists and said: "I admire you, the king meets the king, everyone has heard it, General Yan is going to claim to be the king behind the Qing Dynasty's back!"

Yan Xiaoguo almost vomited blood. This grandson is so insidious. If these words are to be spread to the court, even if he completes his mission and returns safely, there will be no good consequences.

He immediately gritted his teeth and shouted: "Sa Zhenshan, you fight the first game!"

"twitter!"

Sa Zhenshan strode forward: "Who will die!"

Hua Twelve said to Wang Fuming: "Master, can you do it?"

"Okay!"

Wang Fuming stepped forward and said to Sa Zhenshan: "I'm here to fight you!"

Sa Zhenshan was an expert in the inner circle. He always had his eyes above his head. He immediately said nothing, stepped on his feet, flew up, turned and kicked in the air, and kicked Wang Fuming in the chest with the help of his waist strength.

With a muffled sound, Wang Fuming took a small step back with his right foot and then stopped. After Sa Zhenshan landed, he took several steps back.

This time, not only Sa Zhenshan was surprised, but also Yan Xiaoguo and Gong Baotian were a little surprised.

They all knew that Sa Zhenshan was a master of his family and could break bricks and rubble with just one punch and one kick, but the big man seemed to be fine with nothing. His ability to withstand blows was truly astonishing.

When the people on Hua Twelve's side saw this, they all applauded loudly and dug out Wang Fuming's Li Yutang. They also put aside their worries and showed proud smiles.

"ah....."

Sa Zhenshan roared angrily, pumped his fist, and charged forward again. However, before he could reach Wang Fuming, the latter put his palm on his head, preventing him from moving even half a step forward.

Sa Zhenshan pumped his fists hard, but no matter whether he punched or kicked, he was still half a foot away from Wang Fuming.

Hua Twelve couldn’t stop laughing. In reality, the person who plays Sa Zhenshan is Kang Li, a fighting master who is 1.73 meters tall, while the person who plays Wang Fuming is the famous basketball player Daba who is 2.11 meters tall. He is tall and has long arms. The difference is so big that it's almost impossible to see when fighting.

Sa Zhenshan couldn't get close after several attacks. He became furious and shouted: "Iron Sand Palm!" He held up his hands like a knife and cut off Wang Fuming's wrist.

Wang Fuming said in a loud voice: "I can do it too!"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't even bend his arms to exert force. He stomped his feet, and the palm of his hand that was pressed against Sa Zhenshan's forehead shook slightly. With a bang, the great master flew away and fell to the ground.

After Sa Zhenshan landed, he immediately spun his legs and stood up like an oolong gallows. But at this time, he was slightly concussed and his body was unsteady. He took two steps to the side as if he was drunk. Finally, he fell to the ground with a bang.
Chapter completed!