Zhao Lianhai looked at Yang Xiaolou like a tiger descending from the mountain, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the momentum on the other party's body, but his heart was like a hot fire, and he had a chance to make a name for himself.

Zhao Lianhai laughed, walked quickly to the bottom of the stage, and was also a harrier turned over and landed on the stage smoothly, looking lighter than Yang Xiaolou.

Yang Xiaolou's eldest apprentice took his flower spear, and saw that at this time, a pure white flower spear was a few inches longer than the one in Zhao Lianhai's hand.

As soon as Yang Xiaolou reached out and held the flower gun in his hand, his momentum suddenly changed, just like Zhao Zilong, who had a young master who had killed seven in and seven out of the army of 830,000, and it was like riding alone in the camp, picking up the high favor of the pulley, majestic and murderous.

Zhao Lianhai looked at Yang Xiaolou, the martial arts master in front of him, and there was no trace of timidity in his heart, since he came here today, he had already broken the jar and broken, and if he didn't succeed, he would become benevolent, either everyone would have to call himself "Wusheng Taidou" Boss Zhao from now on, or from today on, the surnamed Zhao would roll out of the pear orchard with his head in his arms, and he would never do this again in this life, and there was no third way to go.

The flower gun in Zhao Lianhai's hand shook, and he said, "Boss Yang, don't say that I'm bullying you, look at the gun!"

Zhao Lianhai is now in his early thirties, which is the peak moment of martial arts actors, the profession of martial arts, does not support the elderly, does not raise the young, the body bones that are too small have not yet been opened, and the spirit is not in place, so it looks very jerky, and the old students in their forties are basically very few, because the strength is not good, and the injuries on the body from the small practice will erupt at this time, so even if it is Yang Xiaolou, he has already closed the mountain when he is in his thirties.

Zhao Lianhai found Yang Xiaolou this time, on the one hand, he also took a fancy to Yang Xiaolou who had not played for many years, and it was estimated that his ability was also unfamiliar, so he came to challenge, if Yang Xiaolou was at his peak, it was estimated that he would not have the courage to dare to kick Yang Xiaolou to death.

Yang Xiaolou's tiger eyes are round, looking like he chooses people and devours them, although he has been on the scene for many years, but his ability has never been slack, with the spear in his hand, Yang Xiaolou is like a changed person, originally an amiable old man, with a smile on his face, he is polite when he sees anyone, but now Yang Xiaolou is really like Zhao Zilong was reborn and the overlord was born.

Zhao Lianhai felt that his momentum was suppressed by the other party little by little, and knew that he couldn't let the other party gain momentum anymore, so he shouted, "Boss Yang, look at the move!"

Before the aftermath fell, the flower spear in Zhao Lianhai's hand was like an evil Jiao exploring the sea, spitting out a white core and pointing at Yang Xiaolou's chest.

Yang Xiaolou was not ambiguous, the flower gun in his hand shook, and a bowl-sized gun flower appeared in front of Hao Lianhai, forcing Zhao Lianhai to return the gun to protect himself, the two of them were mixed together, and began to crackle, and suddenly on the stage, the two guns were really like two dragons, flying around.

And the people watching below are all calm, because this is not the kind of trick between brothers and sisters, and that kind of trick is also thrilling to watch, but it is all rehearsal, and this time it is not, this is a real life and death game, but if one person is not careful, it is estimated that if he does not die, he will be seriously injured!

Three minutes have passed, and there is no slack in the spears in the hands of the two, or you stab me back and forth, I block it, the sound of the two spears colliding, Pei Yanzhi felt a burst of tooth soreness, even if each shot is not pierced in the body, even if the gun body is pumped on the body, it is estimated that it will be fractured on the spot, and he can't help wiping the cold sweat on his head, this is the first time Pei Yanzhi has seen such a tragic scene.

Five minutes passed, and the frequency of the two began to decrease, after all, they were all all-out attacks, and each shot was the embodiment of more than ten years and decades of hard work, which was extremely physically exhausting.

Yang Xiaolou is old after all, after these five minutes, he is sweating all over his body, a moon-white coat is already tightly attached to his body, and the sound of wheezing, even Pei Yanzhi, who is ten meters away, can hear it clearly, and he can't help but pinch a cold sweat for Yang Xiaolou.

And although Zhao Lianhai is also sweating profusely, he is young and vigorous after all, and he is full of physical strength, although he has some breathing, he still looks at ease.

Those disciples of Yang Xiaolou were all standing under the stage with worried faces, watching this scene nervously, and several of them were also holding weapons in their hands, with a trace of killing intent in their eyes.

Zhao Lianhai actually had time to look at the situation under the stage, and seeing the expressions of Yang Xiaolou's apprentices, Zhao Lianhai couldn't help laughing, and said, "I didn't expect Boss Yang's apprentices to be so unruly, gather around here, don't you want to rush up, no problem, I'll give you this opportunity today, come on, come up together!"

After listening to Zhao Lianhai's words, several hot-tempered apprentices below were about to rush up with weapons, but Yang Xiaolou on the stage suddenly swept Zhao Lianhai away with a shot, and shouted angrily, "Give me an honest look below, I'm not dead yet!"

The roar like an angry lion made all the disciples in the audience die down, and everyone looked at Yang Xiaolou on the stage with heavy faces.

I saw that after Yang Xiaolou finished roaring, his face changed greatly, he held the gun in both hands, and came to set fire to the sky, because Zhao Lianhai, who was forced to retreat, did not give Yang Xiaolou a chance to breathe, kicked his right leg, jumped up directly, held the gun handle in both hands, and directly split Huashan with one move, and smashed Yang Xiaolou fiercely.

It was also thanks to Yang Xiaolou's quick reaction, he raised fire to the sky and blocked it with one move, but after all, he was in a hurry to defend, and the other party was poised to attack, so Yang Xiaolou felt that the power of the gun body was pressed down fiercely, and secretly screamed that it was not good, so he could only reluctantly turn his head, and the opponent's gun body smashed his gun on his shoulder.

The audience listened to Yang Xiaolou's muffled snort, only to see that Yang Xiaolou's eyes were red, his waist and eyes were straining, and his body turned around, shaking the gun that Zhao Lianhai was pressing on his body, Zhao Lianhai also took a few steps back, but his face showed an ecstatic smile.

Everyone present saw that on Yang Xiaolou's shoulder, the moon-white robe had been broken, and a lot of blood had oozed from it, while Yang Xiaolou had a hideous face, endured the pain, and glared at Zhao Lianhai angrily.

The apprentices below are all in tears, secretly hating that they are not high in learning on weekdays, and they can't stand up for the master, in fact, whether it is Peking Opera martial arts, or those martial arts halls, there is such a rule, people who come to challenge, if you want to challenge the boss or the owner, then you must first pass the other party's apprentice's level, in the past, accepting apprentices is not only to inherit, but also to do this.