"Dangdangdang......"

The drum beat slowly sounded, Wen Song held the flower gun in his right hand, and rode the horse-drawn reins with his left hand, and moved step by step with Cheng Xiaolou as the center.

Every step he took was just stepping on the drum, and the frame was opened, quite a bit of the momentum of the ancient general beating his horse when the two armies were facing each other.

The noise of the audience stopped unconsciously, and only the drumbeat in the entire theater was left for a while.

From beginning to end, Cheng Xiaolou just stood quietly in the center of the stage, his left hand naturally drooping, his right hand holding a gun, and looking ahead without squinting.

Suddenly, the drum beat was as rapid as raindrops, and Wen Song, who had been circling Cheng Xiaolou twice, shouted violently, and the flower gun in his hand stabbed him in the chest with a shake.

"Smack!"

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed by this shot, Cheng Xiaolou, who had been standing tall, flipped his wrist, and the red cherry blossom gun in his hand steadily picked off the other party's long-standing shot.

As soon as the two spearmen touched, Wen Song felt a strong force coming from the head of the spear, and his mouth was numb with shock.

"With so much strength, when did Xiao Jiu become so powerful?!"

Wen Song raised his eyebrows, held his left hand on the barrel of the gun without a trace, and quickly stepped back a few steps with a solemn face on the drumbeat.

"Good!"

Although the two only retreated with one blow, they still won the thunderous applause of the audience.

Most of the people sitting below are old theater fans, and they can tell at a glance whether the two people on the stage are acting or really moving.

The musician in charge of beating the drums is also a master who has been in the pear orchard for many years, and he is very good at grasping the rhythm.

After Wen Song retreated with one blow, the rhythm of the drum slowed down suddenly, and after the applause of the audience had passed, he accelerated the drum beat again, like a war drum on the battlefield, urging the two on the stage to play the second round.

"Whether it's a sudden enlightenment, or I've been deliberately forbearing, I have to clean him up today!"

Wen Song secretly gritted his teeth, shook out a beautiful spear flower from the flower gun in his hand, stroked a non-existent hair with his left hand, and shouted angrily: "Wow, yes, yes......"

Every word "ah" in his mouth fell right on the drumbeat, and he rushed under his feet, shaking the spear in his hand, and the head of the gun went straight to the door of Cheng Xiaolou.

"The second brother is using the flower gun as Guan Erye's Qinglong Yanyue Knife. ”

An Tiankui's pupils behind the curtain shrank, even if he was more than ten meters away, he felt the power of Wen Song's shot.

If you draw Guan Erye's face, paste the beautiful hair, and then replace the flower gun with the Qinglong Yanyue, the Wen Song stabbed by this shot really has the charm of Guan Erye.

"I've always heard that the second senior brother loves to play Guan Erye, and when I saw it today, sure enough, if I can arrange a play for Guan Erye, maybe the second senior brother can become a role in one fell swoop. ”

From the time Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan entered the theater to write the battle book to the present, Xiao Lanyu, who had been just watching quietly from the side, couldn't help but whisper with a slight surprise when she saw Wen Song's appearance like Guan Erye.

An Tiankui frowned without a trace, and when he was about to speak, Wen Song's shot was less than three feet away from Cheng Xiaolou's door.

In the face of Wen Song's blow of using the flower spear as the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, Cheng Xiaolou's feet still seemed to have roots, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.

"Be careful!"

"Scared silly?"

"it!"

……

The tip of the gun is getting closer and closer, and in an instant, it is in front of the eye.

Everyone who saw this scene was taken aback, and Duan Lanquan, who was closest to the stage, changed his face even more, and reminded loudly below.

Not to mention other people, even Wen Song himself was frightened by Cheng Xiaolou's motionless reaction, and his whole heart couldn't help but tighten.

He used all his strength for this shot, even if the head of the gun was made of silver, he didn't open the edge, and if he really poked it in the face, he was afraid that it would poke out a bloody hole.

However, Wen Song is not the real Guan Yunchang, and he is far from reaching the realm of using the weapon in his hand like an arm.

Even if he wanted to withdraw the shot, it was too late.

"Damn!"

At the critical moment, Wen Song only had time to flash this word in his mind, and the flower spear in his hand had already stabbed it.

Just between the lightning and flint, the spear head that was supposed to poke a bloody hole in Cheng Xiaolou's face was stabbed against the tip of his nose in a dangerous way.

At the same time, before Wen Song could react to what was going on, he felt a pain in his right leg and knee, and his body fell heavily on the stage uncontrollably.

"Good!"

There was silence in the theater at first, and then there was a frantic cheer and cheering, and even a few high-pitched and loud whistles rang out from time to time.

"Cow! ”

"I've decided, I'm going to hold him up from now on. ”

"Haha, such a handsome Second Master Guan, it's the first time I've seen it. ”

……

Almost everyone at the scene was stunned by Cheng Xiaolou's appearance, and even An Tiankui behind the curtain on the stage stared at his back in disbelief, dumbfounded.

Wen Song, who was shooting with Cheng Xiaolou at that moment just now, didn't know what was going on, but everyone behind the scenes and in the audience saw it clearly.

At the moment when the spear he stabbed out was about to stab the door of Cheng Xiaolou, the latter looked up at the sky, and the tip of the spear almost pierced the tip of his nose.

After dodging this shot, Cheng Xiaolou's left leg knee was bent at ninety degrees, and his right foot kicked out like lightning, kicking Wen Song's knee with a kick, and immediately threw him back.

After kicking Fei Wensong, the audience saw that Cheng Xiaolou maintained the posture of the last blow, stroking his hair with his face in slow motion with the rhythm of the drum, and at the same time his expression was solemn, his eyes were bright, and he gave everyone a classic appearance of Guan Erye.

"Xiaolou, well done!"

Duan Lanquan, who was also shocked by the appearance of Cheng Xiaolou, the second master of Guan and was stunned for several seconds before coming back to his senses, gave him a thumbs up excitedly.

Wen Song covered his ass and got up from the ground, his face instantly turned red, and he looked at Cheng Xiaolou's eyes with hatred and fierceness, gritting his teeth as if he was going to eat people.

"Cheng Xiaolou, I'll ruin you!"

Wen Song, who was embarrassed in public, roared angrily, and rushed towards Cheng Xiaolou with a gun, this time he didn't even care about the drumbeat.

Cheng Xiaolou's eyes flashed with fierceness, he instantly straightened his body, and the red cherry blossom spear blocked his furious blow with a single stroke.

Just when Wen Song pounced again, Cheng Xiaolou pressed and loosened the spear with a force, and the gun that was stretched into a crescent moon "snapped" and slapped him in the face, smashing Wen Song's head on the spot, and slammed it three or four meters away.

"The leg you owe to Senior Brother, I'll take it back for him today!"

Cheng Xiaolou turned his head to Duan Lanquan under the stage with a bright smile, and walked towards Wen Song step by step with a flower gun.