Huang Shaohong and the thirteenth aunt who rushed to hear the news whispered a few words, and instructed him not to go out in the inn with Liang Kuan and Ya Chasu, and secretly handed over two revolvers to Ya Chasu to let him protect a few people, and then took Yan Zhendong to follow those officers and soldiers to the Admiral's Yamen.

When they arrived at the Admiral's Yamen, it was already evening, the sky was dark and gloomy, and the lanterns had already been picked up in front of the Yafu to illuminate as if it were day, and Huang Shaohong and the two were led by the captain of the Qing soldiers to enter from the corner gate, and went straight to the courtyard of the back hall of the Admiral's Yamen.

From a distance, I heard the sound of a strong wind in the courtyard behind, and the sound of the wind was muffled, and it should be someone practicing weapons such as sticks.

Yan Zhendong's eyes froze, and he whispered to Huang Shaohong: "Listening to this rumor, that stick must weigh thirty pounds, and the person who dances the stick should be a master!" ”

Huang Shaohong remembered the plot in the movie, shook his head noncommittally, and when he was taken to the courtyard of the back hall, Yan Zhendong was taken aback, only to see that the person who practiced martial arts was wearing a cotton white coat and official boots, but what he was holding in his hand was not a stick, but a cloth stick.

The so-called cloth stick is to soak the cloth in water, roll it into a stick, and dance with twists and turns, which makes it difficult to guard against, but 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.

And the person in front of him actually made the sound of the strong wind of an iron rod with just a cloth stick, which made Yan Zhendong and other good players misjudge, and it can be imagined how powerful the opponent's martial arts are.

The captain of the Qing soldiers saw that the Admiral was practicing martial arts, so he asked Huang Shaohong and the two to wait on the side for a while, and the two nodded, both of them were good martial artists, so they were happy to stand aside and watch the Admiral's dancing stick in the courtyard.

Huang Shaohong saw that the Admiral was a young man who had obtained the Universe Pill, and guessed that this person should be the newly appointed Guangdong Admiral Nalan Yuanshu, looking at his twentieth year, although he was not very old, Zhou had his own majesty.

The cloth stick in his hand, the force penetrated the tip of the stick, and the strong wind broke through the air between the ups and downs, Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong heard the 'whirring' strong wind before, it was from the cloth stick of Lord Admiral, and he danced the stick here, and the sound could penetrate the front hall, which shows how strong the stick is!

There are more than a dozen wooden stakes wrapped around the straw rope in the courtyard, all of them are more than one person high, this is the plum blossom pile of the northern school, which is used to hit when practicing martial arts, and you can also jump on the wooden stake to exercise the leg exercises.

At this time, Nalan Yuanshu seemed to see someone coming, and the cloth stick in his hand danced more and more urgently, and the sound of the stick shadow was like a storm, and finally he shook suddenly, and the cloth stick stabbed out like a gun, and it was piercing into a wooden stake not far away.

The stake could not withstand the strength of the cloth stick, and with a 'boom', it burst open in the middle and broke in two.

"Good kung fu!"

Yan Zhendong is a martial idiot, and when he saw the power of the other party's stick, he couldn't help but praise it.

"Huh?"

Nalan Yuanshu swept his eyes sideways, and there was no need for him to ask, the captain of the Qing soldiers before hurriedly stepped forward, pointed at Yan Zhendong and said, "My lord, this is Huang Feihong from Foshan Baozhilin!" ”

Nalan Yuanshu raised his eyebrows: "Southern Fist Grandmaster? Let's talk about it later! ”

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

And Nalan Yuanshu has already taken a stick in his hand, shakes out a stick flower, and wants to have a discussion with Yan Zhendong.

Who would have thought that Lao Yan's goods would not take the usual path, and when he saw Nalan Yuanshu throwing a stick over, he didn't plan to reach out to pick it up, and immediately shook his arms, and rushed forward with his chest straight: "Look at my iron cloth shirt!" ”

The head of the stick hit his chest, and the 'crackling' sound of his hard qigong sounded, and the long stick broke inch by inch.

Nalan Yuanshu was also stunned, feeling that something was wrong, he put away his stick and stood in place and asked suspiciously: "Why is Huang Feihong a Shandong accent?" ”

Huang Shaohong secretly laughed at the stomachache, and at this time he had to stand up and hug his fists and said: "This adult, here is Foshan Huang Feihong, this is my teacher of Bao Zhilin, Shandong Iron Cloth Shirt Yan Zhendong, I don't know what advice the adults asked me to come to!" ”

Nalan Yuanshu nodded at this time, but still didn't show a good face:

"Huang Feihong, do you know how much trouble you caused me? When you came to the provincial capital, you first had friction with the White Lotus Sect, fought in the streets, and then sought revenge from people in the International Medical Association, so that many foreign doctors were implicated and killed on the spot. ”

Huang Shaohong said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"I didn't expect the security of the provincial capital to be so chaotic, the White Lotus Sect gathered people to make trouble, hurt people in public, and there was no government to take care of it, as the head coach of the Foshan militia, I have always had the heart of protecting the land and the people, since I can't stand by and watch when I encounter nature, how can I say that I am guilty."

"Bold, are you pointing at the disadvantage of this official?"

Nalan Yuanshu twitched the corner of his eyes, the security of the provincial city was within the scope of his responsibility, and the White Lotus Sect was also deliberately connived at by him, but now that he was counted down in person, he naturally felt that he couldn't save face.

"Don't dare, I'm just talking about things!"

Nalan Yuanshu laughed angrily: "Okay, let me see how capable you Huang Feihong, the head coach of the militia group, are, talking about protecting the land and the people!" ”

"Take the baton!" As he spoke, he shook his hand, and threw the wooden stick to Huang Shaohong as he had just done, while he himself picked up the cloth stick he had just put down in his hand, and after rounding it, he first turned into a pillar of optimism, and then turned into a knife and axe to slash down.

Huang Shaohong is waiting for this opportunity to fight with Nalan Yuanshu, as long as he is defeated, he can go to the capital, defeat the Ghost Foot Seven, kill the old witch, slaughter the Eight-Nation Alliance, and complete the trial tasks issued by the system, and then you can 'land on the body'.

That's a physical crossing, Huang Shaohong can't wait every time he thinks of this.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed 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 on the stick was forcibly biochemically destroyed by him, but he was also surprised by the strength of this banner military attaché.

Before he could think about it, the strong wind came into the air, and Nalan Yuanshu's cloth stick had already smashed down on his head.

Huang Shaohong knows that the characteristics of the cloth stick are straight and wishful, as long as a block, the cloth stick will definitely bend and smash, this cloth stick is in the hands of Nalan Yuanshu, the power is undoubtedly the same as the iron rod, if he is smashed on the top of his head, it is estimated that his fate is similar to the wooden stake that was blown up before.

So he didn't dare to be stubborn, and had the heart to retreat, but a few steps behind was a high wall, and Yan Zhendong and the captain of the Qing soldiers stood on both sides, so there was no room for maneuver at all.

Huang Shaohong gritted his teeth, did not retreat but advanced, shook the stick in both hands, and the 'fluttering ridge' stick was like a dragon swimming out of the sea, turning into a long spear, and stabbing Nalan Yuanshu's throat.

The back of his stick point, with a flick of his wrist, the head of the stick has reached the throat of Nalan Yuanshu, as long as this thing has not practiced Lao Yan's invulnerability skills, if he continues to smash it with a cloth stick, he will be designated to die in front of Huang Shaohong.

Nalan Yuanshu was not ready to fall against Jianghu Langzhong, his figure flashed, the harrier turned over to avoid the attack, and at the same time, the cloth stick flicked, like a big python walking with him, 'huhuhu' spun up, and wrapped towards Huang Shaohong.