Huang Shaohong and Aunt Thirteen, who came after hearing the news, whispered a few words, instructing him not to go out with Liang Kuan and Yacasu in the inn, and secretly handed two revolvers to Yacasu to protect them.

Then he took Yan Zhendong and followed the officers and soldiers to the Admiral's Yamen.

By the time they arrived at the Admiral's Yamen, it was already dusk and the sky was dark and gloomy. Lanterns had been set up in front of the Yamen to make it look like daylight. Huang Shaohong and the two were led by the Qing soldier captain through the corner gate and went straight to the courtyard of the back hall of the Admiral's Yamen.

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From a distance, I could hear the sound of strong wind whirring in the courtyard behind me. The sound of the wind was thick, and it seemed that someone was practicing weapons such as sticks.

Yan Zhendong's eyes narrowed and he whispered to Huang Shaohong: "From what I heard, the stick must weigh thirty kilograms. The person who dances the stick must be a master!"

Huang Shaohong thought of the plot in the movie and shook his head noncommittally. When he was brought to the back hall, Yan Zhendong was shocked. He saw the man practicing martial arts, wearing a white cotton coat and official boots, but holding a ball in his hand.

But it was not a stick, but a cloth stick.

The so-called cloth stick is soaked in water, rolled into a stick shape, and danced in twists and turns, making it difficult to guard against. However, those who can use the cloth stick must not only master the skills, but also must be a first-class martial arts master to do it.

But the man in front of him actually used only a cloth stick to hit the iron rod with the sound of strong wind, which made experts like Yan Zhendong make mistakes in their judgment. You can imagine how powerful the opponent's martial arts skills are.

When the captain of the Qing army saw that the admiral was practicing martial arts, he asked Huang Shaohong and the two of them to wait aside for a while. They nodded. They were both good at martial arts, so they happily stood aside and watched the admiral dance with his stick in the courtyard.

Huang Shaohong saw that the admiral looked like a young man who had obtained the Universe Pill. He also guessed that this person should be the newly appointed admiral of Guangdong, Nalan Yuanshu. Judging from the fact that he was in his twenties, although he was not very old, he had a unique look all over his body.

Share majesty.

The cloth stick was in his hand, and the force penetrated the tip of the stick. As it flew up and down, the strong wind broke through the air. Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong heard the "whooshing" strong wind before. It was from the cloth stick of the Admiral.

It was coming out, and when he danced the stick here, the sound could reach the front hall, which shows how strong the stick is!

In the yard, there are more than a dozen wooden stakes wrapped with straw ropes, each as tall as a person. These are the plum blossom stakes of the Northern School. They are used for hitting when practicing martial arts. You can also jump on the wooden stakes to practice leg and body skills.

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At this time, Nalan Yuanshu seemed to see someone coming, and the cloth stick in his hand danced faster and faster, and the sound of the stick's shadow was like a strong wind and rain. Finally, he shook suddenly, and the cloth stick stabbed out like a spear.

There was a sound, and it was stabbing into a wooden stake not far away.

The wooden stake couldn't withstand the force of the cloth stick and exploded from the middle, breaking into two pieces.

"Good work!"

Yan Zhendong is a martial arts fanatic. When he saw the power of his opponent's stick, he couldn't help but praise him.

"Um?"

Nalan Yuanshu glanced sideways, and without asking, the Qing soldier captain from before quickly stepped forward, pointed at Yan Zhendong and reported, "Sir, this is Huang Feihong from Baozhilin, Foshan!"

Nalan Yuanshu raised his eyebrows: "Grandmaster of Nanquan? Let's talk about it after we fight!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't give Huang Shaohong and Huang Shaohong a chance to speak. He quickly walked to the weapons rack on the side of the yard, reached out and took out a wooden stick. With a flick of his wrist, the wooden stick shot out like a javelin and flew towards Yan Zhendong.

Shoot and arrive.

But Nalan Yuanshu had already taken the stick in his hand, shook out a stick flower, and was about to compete with Yan Zhendong.

Who would have expected that Lao Yan would not take the usual path. When Nalan Yuanshu threw his stick, he had no intention of reaching out to catch it. He immediately shook his arms and rushed forward with his chest puffed out: "Look at my iron cloth shirt!

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The head of the stick hit his chest, and there was a "crack" sound from his hard Qigong blow, and the long stick broke inch by inch.

Nalan Yuanshu was also confused. He felt something was wrong. He put away his stick and stood on the spot and asked doubtfully: "Why does Huang Feihong have a Shandong accent?"

Huang Shaohong laughed secretly and his stomach ached. At this time, he had to stand up and clasp his fists and said: "My lord, I am Huang Feihong of Foshan. This is my teacher in Baozhilin. Yan Zhendong of Shandong Tiebushan. I don't know what you call me."

Do you have any advice for me?"

Nalan Yuanshu nodded, but still did not show a good face:

"Huang Feihong, do you know how much trouble you have caused me? When you came to the provincial capital, you first had conflicts with the White Lotus Sect and fought in the streets. Then you were sought for revenge by the International Medical Association, and many foreign doctors were implicated and killed on the spot.

I am asking you now, do you know your guilt?"

Huang Shaohong said neither humble nor arrogantly:

"I didn't expect that the public security in the provincial capital would be so chaotic. The White Lotus Sect gathered people to cause trouble and hurt people in public, but there was no government to take care of it. As the head coach of the Foshan Militia League, I have always wanted to protect the land and the people. Since it happened, I couldn't just stand by and watch.

, how can there be any suggestion of guilt.”

"Bold, are you pointing fingers at my own fault?"

Nalan Yuanshu twitched his eyes. The security of the provincial capital was within the scope of his responsibilities, and he deliberately condoned the White Lotus Sect. Now that he was scolded in front of his face, he naturally felt that it was embarrassing.

"I don't dare, I'm just discussing the matter!"

Nalan Yuanshu laughed angrily: "Okay, let me see how capable Huang Feihong, the head coach of the militia, is, yet you talk nonsense about protecting the land and the people!"

"Take the stick!" He shook his hand and threw the wooden stick to Huang Shaohong as before. He picked up the cloth stick he just put down in his hand.

, then transformed into a sword and ax and struck down with force.

Huang Shaohong is waiting for this opportunity to fight Nalan Yuanshu. As long as he defeats him, he can go to the capital, defeat Gui Jiao Qi, kill the old witch, massacre the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, and complete the trial tasks issued by the system. Then he can'

The main body has logged in.

That was physical time travel, and Huang Shaohong couldn't wait every time he thought about it.

He stretched out his hand to grab the long stick that was thrown in front of him by Nalan Yuanshu, and suddenly felt a strong force coming from the stick. He shook his hand, and all the power carried by the stick was suddenly transformed by him, but he was also surprised by this.

The bannerman military attaché has great strength.

Before he could think about it, a strong wind blew through the air, and Nalan Yuanshu's cloth stick was knocked down on his head.

Huang Shaohong knew that the characteristic of the cloth stick was that it was straight and straight. As long as he blocked it, the cloth stick would bend and hit him. In Nalan Yuanshu's hand, the cloth stick was as powerful as an iron rod. If it was hit on the top of his head, it is estimated that his

The outcome was almost the same as that of the wooden stake that was blown up before.

So he didn't dare to take the bull by the horns and deliberately retreated, but there was a high wall just a few steps behind, and Yan Zhendong and the Qing soldier captain were standing on both sides, so there was no room for maneuver.

Huang Shaohong gritted his teeth and advanced instead of retreating. He shook the stick in both hands violently, and the stick was like a dragon swimming out of the sea. It turned into a long spear and stabbed Nalan Yuanshu in the throat.

The back of his stick was restricted. With a flick of his wrist, the stick tip had already reached Nalan Yuanshu's throat. As long as this guy hadn't practiced Lao Yan's invulnerable skills, if he continued to hit him with the cloth stick, he would be designated

Died before Huang Shaohong.

Nalan Yuanshu, a senior official of the first rank, was not ready to confront the charlatan. He dodged and turned over to avoid the attack. At the same time, he swung his cloth stick and walked away like a big python, "Whoosh!"
Chapter completed!