As soon as the foreign gun rang out, the kung fu was practiced in vain.

The authority of this sentence is still very high, especially in the special era of the late Qing Dynasty, which has been confirmed over and over again.

There are those extremely famous martial arts masters, who have been practicing martial arts for decades, but their bodies can't stop even a bullet.

A few trained ordinary people, with a foreign gun in their hands, can deal with martial arts masters who have practiced hard for decades.

So in this era, the person with a gun in his hand is really hard to speak.

Don't look at this group of rebels, they are chased and killed like dogs by the troops of the Beiyang government, but in the face of the unarmed people, they are majestic.

It was the first time that the commander had been so embarrassed by someone who didn't have a gun in his hand.

He was angry in his heart, but he didn't show anything on the surface, but instead showed a smile and reached out to pull out the pistol from his waist.

"Mr. General, I heard you just now, even the guns can't help you, why don't you try?"

The commander said, pointing his gun at Wutian, who was sitting there.

Facing the muzzle of the gun at such a close distance is definitely a great crisis for an ordinary person, and he will even be afraid that he can't help himself.

However, Wutian didn't care.

He said calmly: "Try it!" ”

When Wutian spoke, his hand was like a phantom, and he gently stretched it forward.

Before the commander could react, his pistol fell into Wutian's hands.

The muzzle of the gun was turned and pointed at the commander.

"What are you doing?"

The commander took a step back in fright, and the soldiers who came with him all raised their foreign guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at Wutian.

"Didn't you say, let me try?"

In the face of dozens of guns, Wutian sat there, his face did not change for a moment, and he was still so comfortable.

After saying this, Wutian pointed the muzzle of the pistol at his head, and the distance between the muzzle and his temple was only about ten centimeters.

"Brother General!"

Seeing this, Mao Xiaofang showed a look of concern on his face, fearing that something would happen to him.

"General-" Even Lei Xiu became nervous.

She originally had a general impression of Wutian, and she followed Wutian's side to make amends, but after careful calculation, she was a little helpless.

But these days, Wutian really doesn't have anything to say to her, whether it is food, clothing, housing and transportation, he gives her the best, and he also instructs her on Taoism.

Wutian befriended her so sincerely, and her good impression of Wutian naturally increased day by day.

However, Wutian pointed the muzzle of the gun at himself, but showed a relaxed smile, and then pointed at his head and picked out the pistol plate in his hand.

"Bang-"

A gunshot rang out.

Wutian didn't get a headshot, and he still sat there unharmed.

People looked at it intently, only to see that Wutian blocked his temple with an index finger.

On his fingertip, there was a yellow, flattened bullet.

"The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable."

The bullet on his fingertips fell to the ground.

"Jingle Bell—"

The bullet fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The hall was silent, the needle drop could be heard, and even the sound of inhalation and exhalation could be heard very clearly.

The people at the scene were all stunned by Wutian, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

On the contrary, it was Wutian who broke the silence himself.

He took the barrel of the pistol, put the handle on the commander, made a gesture of returning the original thing, and said very modestly: "Sacrifice ugliness, sacrifice ugliness." ”

The commander woke up like a dream, hurriedly took back his pistol, and respectfully flattered Wutian: "Mr. General is really amazing. ”

With the ability shown by Wutian, it is really not an exaggeration to say that it is miraculous.

Even a master who can't help foreign guns, he is not only the first time he has seen it, but also the first time he has heard of it.

This kind of master is really terrifying.

In the face of such a master, his reliance is not a reliance at all.

"I originally wanted to come over and ask Master Mao for a lesson, since Mr. Jiangchen is here, then I won't bother for now."

The commander of the army can be regarded as cowardly to Wutian.

It's just that he's still trying his best to preserve his decency.

He has a few lines of poetry in his hand that hide the true location of Cixi's tomb, but with his cultural literacy, he really can't crack it, so he is ready to ask Mao Xiaofang for advice.

But Wutian is also here, so it is difficult for him to say these few lines of poetry.

If Wutian also thought about Cixi's tomb, then he was just asking for trouble for himself.

He is not afraid of those unarmed civilians, but he is really afraid of the lawlessness that even guns can't help, and he is even a little afraid.

"Let's go."

After admitting this, the commander gave an order to his subordinates, and then withdrew from Fuxi Hall.

Yu Dachu came over, picked up the flat bullet on the ground, and exclaimed, "It's really a bullet." ”

"Mr. General, you are really amazing."

Yu Dachu's reverence for lawlessness is like a surging river.

"Ah Chu, let me see it too."

Meng Hai also ran over and studied the bullet with Yu Dachu.

This kind of bullet can even make traces of steel, but it was blocked by Wutian with one finger, how hard is Wutian's finger?

Meng Hai couldn't help but be curious in his heart and asked, "Mr. General, are you martial arts or Taoism?" ”

Mao Xiaofang was also full of curiosity about this question.

If it is a Dao technique, it must be a very powerful Dao technique, and if it is a martial arts, Mao Xiaofang will feel unbelievable.

Even those martial arts strongmen who have practiced the golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt have no way to block foreign guns with their fingers in such a short distance.

"It's considered martial arts."

Heavenless returns.

As a zombie king, he is a Pangu god clan, immortal and indestructible, and King Kong is not bad.

Even if he didn't do anything, the guns wouldn't be able to break through his defenses.

But from a mortal's point of view, this is considered a horizontal martial arts.

"Can martial arts really be practiced to this extent?"

Mao Xiaofang couldn't help but ask.

His martial arts cultivation is not low, and with his own martial arts, he can fight with the bronze armored corpse in Cixi's tomb.

However, it was precisely because of his extraordinary martial arts cultivation that he knew how incredible it was in the words of Wutian.

"Absolutely!"

Wutian replied as a matter of course, and as he spoke, he continued.

"There is a body protection martial art called "Immortal Golden Body", when practiced to the fullest, King Kong is not bad, invulnerable, even if it is attacked head-on by guns, it will not be injured."

Before Nie Feng practiced the magic knife, his forty-meter broadsword couldn't break through the defense of the "Immortal Golden Body", let alone the guns of this era.

"Senior, do you know this martial art?"

Yu Dachu asked curiously.

"Ah Chu!"

Mao Xiaofang glared angrily and scolded.

In the middle of the rivers and lakes, it is taboo to inquire about other people's martial arts.

(PS: I slept all afternoon again, and I seem to be able to sleep very well recently, helpless.) Speaking of which, Chu Renmei seems to be a person from the Republic of China, the author hasn't seen it, mainly because he's heard of it. ）