Chapter Twenty-Five: Lian Jiazi

The water that was spilled out of the words was spilled out, and it was too late for Yu Zhankui to regret it, he had never been afraid of anyone in the rivers and lakes for decades, how could he easily be planted in the hands of this hairy young man.

Yu Zhankui's subordinates are full of talents, and there is an apprentice who has rebelled against Bai Lang before, and he is good at using a quick gun, which can come in handy.

"Okay, let my apprentice compare with you." Yu Zhankui opened his mouth, and a sturdy man jumped out behind him, and hugged his fist at Chen Zikun: "My name is Yan Zhiyong!" Please advise. ”

The voice was as loud as thunder, what a mighty man.

Chen Zikun also clenched his fists: "Brother Yan is invited, are we longer or shorter?" ”

Yan Zhiyong said: "In the early years, when I was eating grain, I worked as a horse with a pipe belt and carried a short gun, so let's compare the short gun." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Okay, let's compare short guns, what about guns?" ”

Yan Zhiyong was stunned: "What about the gun?" I want to ask you. ”

Yu Zhankui is so angry, no gun is better than a hammer! You're a good kid to make trouble.

But it's better this way, and you can justifiably change it to something else.

"Everyone is a good citizen, so naturally they can't get a gun, so I think so, let's change the slingshot, which is also a weapon with an accurate head." Yu Zhankui said.

Suddenly, a shout broke out from the crowd of onlookers: "Isn't it just a gun, there is!" ”

The crowd flashed out of the way, and Xu Guodong from the police station in the outer city swaggered out, dressed in a black tweed police uniform, a brown cowhide armed belt, shiny riding boots, a large-brimmed hat on his fingers, followed by two horses, a cowhide bullet belt around his waist, a box cannon, and a dazzling red silk hanging from the handle of the gun.

As soon as Xu Guodong stretched out his hand, the two horses took out the box cannon and put it in his hand, he walked up to Chen Zikun and Yan Zhiyong with two guns and said: "Aren't you two worried about having no guns, Xu Mou is here, although you pick up the competition, but there is one, you can't hurt your life, otherwise I will arrest people." ”

The crowd of onlookers suddenly made a commotion, and even the police came to join in the fun, and some of them watched this scene.

Ma Shihai and his sons secretly said that it was not good, and the surname Xu came to join in the fun, but no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for him to be the same as Chen Zikun.

Mrs. Ma gave her sons a look: wait and see.

Yan Zhiyong glanced at the master, Yu Zhankui nodded slightly, and then he took a gun from Xu Guodong's hand and pinned it to the belt, crossed his waist with one hand, and glanced at Chen Zikun obliquely.

Chen Zikun also took a gun, broke the hammer with his thumb, pulled the bolt, the yellow, orange and orange bullets jumped out, and as soon as the hand was released, the bolt bounced back under the action of the spring, hitting the pure steel casing, making a sonorous sound, pulling ten times in a row, and all ten bullets jumped out and scattered all over the ground.

"Bring me another board of bullets." Chen Zikun stretched out his hand to Ma Ben.

"Give it to him!" Xu Guodong said.

These actions just now may not be anything in the eyes of onlookers, or there is no mystery at all, but in the eyes of the person who can use the gun, he can immediately distinguish the high, Yan Zhiyong took the gun and pinned it to his waist without even checking it, while Chen Zikun checked the performance and maintenance of the pistol in great detail, and also asked for a new bullet, all of which shows that he is definitely an expert in playing with guns.

The gun is a thing, you have to handle it yourself to rest assured, Chen Zikun and Xu Guodong are not friends, so naturally they can't trust him, so they checked it very carefully, but this gun looks pretty good.

Ma Ben took another bullet from the bridge clip to Chen Zikun, he pulled the bolt and pressed the bullet from the top of the gun chamber with a bang, loaded it, opened the safe, held the gun in his hand, and asked Yan Zhiyong: "Please first?" ”

"First come, first come." Yan Zhiyong was touching around, there were a lot of people around, it was difficult to find a target, suddenly a sparrow flew from the sky, he had an idea, he pulled out his gun and shot, and with a bang, the sparrow was smashed in the air, and there were no bones.

"Good!" The idlers cheered loudly, they saw the tricks on the flyover, which was not uncommon, but it was rare to see a big show with foreign guns, Yan Zhiyong didn't need to aim to knock out a sparrow, and the work on this hand was really not bad.

"It's your turn." Yan Zhiyong looked at Chen Zikun proudly.

Chen Zikun was a little difficult, not that his skills were not as good as others, but it was too difficult to find a target, Yan Zhiyong killed a sparrow, and the rest of the birds and finches were all hidden, the sky was empty, and there were a few lonely clouds floating.

Glancing left and right, he saw a string of Buddhist beads on Yu Zhankui's hand, and said, "Yu Pavilion Master, can you borrow Buddhist beads." ”

"Yes." Yu Zhankui took off the Buddha beads and threw them over, Chen Zikun felt heavy in his hand when he received it, this is not an ordinary sandalwood Buddha bead, but an iron marble strung with a leather strip, which can be disassembled at a critical moment and used as a hidden weapon, which is one of Yu Zhankui's secret weapons.

Chen Zikun didn't care so much, threw the Buddha beads into the sky, quickly raised the gun and shot angrily, the gunshot, the Buddha beads were torn apart, and the goddess scattered flowers, followed by a bang beads exploded, the box cannon was turned into a machine gun, every Buddha bead was hit by a bullet, the sky sparks splashed, and an iron rain fell in an instant.

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak, the wind outside Tao Ran Pavilion was gloomy, and the birds were silent, after a while, Xu Guodong took the lead in applauding, and at the same time slapped his palm, and then there was a round of applause, the old and young masters in the capital saw such a stunt, all of them were elated, and sincerely admired.

Zhao Dahai, Baoqing, and Xiaoshunzi exchanged glances, and they all smiled at each other, and Zhao Jiayong, who had specially asked for leave, was even more eyebrows.

The father and son of the Ma family looked at each other, and secretly said that fortunately they did not play hard that day, otherwise the Ma family would have been wiped out that night.

Although Yan Zhiyong's marksmanship is outstanding, he is still slightly inferior to Chen Zikun, his skills are not as good as others, but he is not cheating, he returned the gun to Ma Ben, hugged his fists and said: "I lost!" ”

Chen Zikun also threw the gun to Ma Ben, hugged his fists and said, "Accept." ”

He clenched his fists at Xu Guodong again: "Sir, thank you." ”

Xu Guodong was full of spring breeze: "You're polite." ”

Yu Zhankui had a gloomy face, stared at Chen Zikun tightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it around.

This is not his martial arts hall, no one looks at his face and acts, and the lively people are still shouting, especially those defeated generals under Yu Zhankui, who are even more raised their eyebrows and laughed loudly.

Yu Zhankui was very angry, the start was not good, since the day he entered Beijing, he had never suffered such a loss, this kid is too shrewd, he picks what he is not good at, his anger is getting stronger and stronger, and the noisy crowd around him is even more fueled.

"Shut the!" Yu Zhankui roared, shocking the ears of people within a radius of dozens of steps, and friends in the martial arts knew that this was the lion's roar in Shaolin, and it was really good.

The four corners immediately fell silent, Yu Zhankui stood up and walked a few steps, his voice was hoarse and low, but the visitors on the inner and outer three floors could hear it clearly.

"What kind of ability is playing with foreign guns, I am famous in Zhankui, relying on the things handed down by my ancestors, not the set of things of foreigners, if there is a kind, compete with me on the work of fists and feet."

"Well said!" Ma Lao Er took the lead in shouting, and the idlers under him also cheered, encouraging the two sides to try their fists and feet.

"It's a mule or a horse that comes out to slip around, what a good guy is playing with a foreign gun." Someone deliberately provoked Chen Zikun with words.

"Bai Chang is such a big man, he is more afraid than his fists and feet, I'm afraid that he learned kung fu from his master."

There was a burst of laughter.

In the end, it was a young man, Chen Zikun's green tendons on his temples jumped and jumped, and he was about to jump out to fight, but he was pressed by Zhao Dahai on the shoulder: "Don't be fooled." ”

"What then? Confess it in public! Chen Zikun said angrily.

"You can't get over without a fist and kick, I'll come." Zhao Dahai tightened the big belt around his waist and stood up proudly.

The four corners suddenly became quiet, someone knew that this was Zhao Yuchen's closed disciple.

Yu Zhankui looked at Zhao Dahai, as if he was estimating his weight, and looked at it for a long time before he said, "Gong Chao, you go." ”

Gong Chao is also Yu Zhankui's apprentice, twenty-six or seventeen years old, his face is full of meat, his scalp is shaved and green, he wears a single coat of white cloth in winter, the leg straps under the bubble pants are tied tightly, and a pair of green satin gripping tiger boots are neat and powerful.

The two stood up, greeted each other, found an open space outside the pavilion, and began to fight, Zhao Dahai made Shaolin boxing and eagle claw gong, Gong Chao made it check boxing and elastic legs, and played table tennis very happily, insiders can see at a glance, in fact, the two of them are not very good.

However, it is obvious that Zhao Dahai has more actual combat experience, and after more than a dozen rounds, a black tiger knocked Gong Chao down, and this round won again.

Yu Zhankui's face couldn't hold it, and he lost two battles in a row, which was a great shame.

He twisted his body, jumped into the field like a big peng spreading his wings, didn't even take off his horse coat, and said proudly: "Zhao Yuchen's disciple, I'll meet you." ”

Zhao Dahai was about to answer, but Chen Zikun jumped out, "Wait." ”

Yu Zhankui said: "What, you want to play?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "I don't want to play, I just want to say a few words." ”

Everyone knew that he was the master of the competition, and they all listened to him attentively.

"Brother Zhao and I are not martial arts people, although Brother Zhao worships Zhao's predecessors as teachers, but learning boxing is just to strengthen the body, let alone me, I have never learned boxing at all, and I will scatter two times indiscriminately, and it is also a group fight, your old man is a famous figure in the martial arts of the capital, and he is famous by bullying juniors?"

"Well said!" Xiao Shunzi and Baoqing clapped their hands and applauded, and the spectators also exchanged their heads, I have to say that Chen Zikun's words have some truth, the popular challenge of the martial arts is to kick the hall, you are a hall owner who has beaten all over the capital, and you have to force yourself to compete with two unknown juniors on the rivers and lakes, what kind of thing is this.

Yu Zhankui rolled his eyes, raised his hand and said, "Come on, bring the things." ”

The apprentice brought a tray full of silver dollars.

"If you have a lottery, do you compare?"

"Than!" Zhao Dahai didn't wait for Chen Zikun to speak, and stood up.

There was cheering around, Zhao Dahai pulled a posture, and rushed to Yu Zhankui and said, "Let the horse come!" ”

Yu Zhankui's color changed and he rose from the ground, and no one saw his figure, when he heard a bang, Zhao Dahai's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Chen Zikun's eyes flashed, and the stormy chain of legs evoked a fragment of his sleeping memory.