With a shout, the people of the Shahe Gang stopped their movements and looked at the person who spoke quietly.

The man who spoke was holding a Guan Gong big knife in his hand, his eyebrows were solemn, and he pointed at Gu Li menacingly.

Gu Li is literate and resourceful, coupled with the identity of Huang Feihong's apprentice, in the eyes of outsiders, he is the person in charge of the militia group.

Looking at the person who spoke in front of him, the Shahe Gang seemed to be looking at him. Gu Li carefully recalled the plot in Huang Feihong's movie, this person is somewhat familiar, and he should be the leader of the Shahe Gang.

"Could it be that this person injured Ling Yunkai?" Gu Li's expression was solemn.

At this time, Lin Shirong walked over with a long stick in his hand and whispered in Gu Li's ear.

"Asu, it's he who came to make trouble with the people of the Shahe Gang."

"This brother, the militia has always kept to itself and never quarreled with others. I don't know why the Sand River Gang wants to fight so hard? ”

Gu Li clenched his fists and said politely to the leader.

"With the support of Huang Feihong, your militia occupied the dock. Our brothers of the Shahe Gang have no chance to do a hard job, others are afraid of your militia, but my Shahe Gang is not afraid! ”

The man shook his sword and shouted sharply.

"There must be a misunderstanding, there are many businesses on the docks, and a lot of labor is needed. Even if all our militia brothers come to work at the dock, I'm afraid there will be fewer people, right? ”

The Shahe Gang is outnumbered, and it will definitely be the militia that will suffer if they continue to fight. Gu Li didn't want to see the flesh and blood disaster of the militia brothers, so he spoke out to mediate.

"Hahaha, everyone else knows that although you stutter when you speak, you have a lot of ghost ideas. There is a lot of work on the docks, but there are more brothers in our Sand River Gang? Didn't you look at my brothers, are they all here today? ”

The leader's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he spoke arrogantly, and his brothers in the Shahe Gang laughed loudly.

The docks are a good place to solve the work problems of most of the militia brothers, and it must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Sand River Gang.

Lin Shirong on the side had a hot temper, and he couldn't get used to that person's arrogant attitude for a long time.

"If you want to occupy the docks, first ask me if I have the stick in my hand if I agree!"

swept a stick flower, and Lin Shirong made a provocative gesture.

"Pork Rong, it seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking, brothers, give me a beating!"

A word disagrees, and the two gangs fight.

Lin Shirong and the leader of the Shahe Gang were entangled together, sticks and flowers dancing, and the light of the knife flashed. The two of you come and go, and they are evenly divided.

While Gu Li was dealing with the enemies around him, he peeked at the leader of the Sand River Gang who was fighting with Lin Shirong. If Ling Yunkai was injured by him, Lin Shirong would definitely not be his opponent.

But after hundreds of rounds of fighting, the leader of the Sand River Gang, who was dressed in black, gradually weakened and had the upper hand.

Lin Shirong is wide and fat, but his muscles are flying when he fights. Throwing the stick is infinitely powerful, and the move hits the opponent's vital point. Lin Shirong was powerful, and the leader of the Shahe Gang gradually lost his support. With one move, he swept through thousands of troops and forced Lin Shirong back, and the man jumped back and clenched his fist at the other man in a long robe and gray who was sitting on the side.

"Seventh Master, it's time for you to make a move!"

The gray-robed man had a straw in his mouth, his face fierce, and his thick eyebrows were angry.

patted the dust on his buttocks, pinned his hands behind his back, and glanced at Lin Shirong with a trace of disdain.

"That's all three-legged cat kung fu, it's the same as Huang Feihong's useless apprentice."

Lin Shirong glared angrily, and his heart and liver exploded. In Foshan, there are few people who are his opponents. At this moment, facing the contempt of the man in gray, Lin Shirong's heart was furious.

"Let's see if you're good at your mouth, or if you're good at sticking!"

Lin Shirong made the first move, jumped up, hung the stick in his hand high, and smashed it fiercely at the head of the gray-clothed man with the momentum of the mountain.

The man in gray was calm and calm, his hands pinned behind his back, his upper body leaned back, his right foot stood firmly on the ground like a pillar, and his left foot was raised and an afterimage flashed.

"Bang!" With a bang, Lin Shirong felt that the stick in his hand was like smashing into a steel bar, and a strong rebound shook the tiger's mouth.

The man in gray calmly hung the golden hook upside down and kicked Lin Shirong's stick away.

The sticks in his hands flew sideways, Lin Shirong's face was solemn, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"That's amazing!" Gu Li, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was stunned.

Unexpectedly, the Shahe Gang still had such a superb kung fu person, Ling Yunkai was beaten by him to the point of spitting blood and being injured on the ground.

The leader of the Shahe Gang called him "Seventh Master", but Gu Li remembered that the Shahe Gang did not have this person. The appearance of the man in gray Gu Li feels a little familiar, very similar to an actor in the later Wong Fei Hung movie, but Gu Li can't remember who he plays.

Kick and fly Lin Shirong with all his strength, is it a ghost foot seven? But isn't Devilfoot Seven lame? The legs of the person in front of him are intact, and it should not be a ghost foot seven.

When Gu Li guessed in his heart, the "Seventh Master" had already moved.

Still pinned his hands behind his back, with strange footwork on the soles of his feet, he arrived at Lin Shirong's side in the blink of an eye.

Lin Shirong's sandbag-sized fists opened and closed, and he opened his bow left and right, but the seventh master seemed to have a perspective eye, his footsteps were unpredictable, and he dodged calmly, easily avoiding Lin Shirong's attack. Knowing that he couldn't hurt him, Lin Shirong fortunately gave up the attack and made a defensive gesture with all his strength.

The seventh master saw Lin Shirong defensively, so the soles of his feet slammed into the ground and jumped into the air. When he flew up in the air, he left a deep footprint on the ground, which was enough to see that the Seventh Master had strong internal strength.

Volleying your legs in the air is like falling from the sky. The seventh master trampled on the air with the soles of his feet, making a popping sound.

"It's now!" Lin Shirong gathered all the strength of his hands and faced the flying soles of his feet, and his hands hugged the soles of his feet like vices.

It's a pity that the Seventh Master's legs are sharp and fierce. The seventh master's flying legs were as fast and powerful as a missile launch, and Leng broke free from Lin Shirong's hands and kicked him in the chest fiercely.

Flying leg after kick, Lin Shirong retreated backwards as if he was being blown away by a cannonball.

"One, two, three, four..... Seven! The seventh master threw seven flying legs, and kicked Lin Shirong ten meters away.

Poor Lin Shirong has rough skin and thick meat, but he can't withstand such a fierce attack.

"Puff" spits blood from the mouth, and spills it in mid-air to form a blood flower.

"Pork Rong!" Ling Yunkai, who was injured on the ground, roared loudly with red eyes. He was also injured by the Seventh Master, at least he was conscious. But Lin Shirong was kicked ten meters away, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Gu Li hurriedly ran to Lin Shirong's side, staring at the gray-clothed man Seventh Master with fire in his eyes.

"Go back and tell Huang Feihong that if you want revenge, just come to Hong Qi!"

With a flick of his sleeves, he bit the straw in his mouth, and left without looking back, and the people of the Shahe Gang consciously made a way for him.

From beginning to end, Hong Qi's hands have been pinned behind him, and his leg skills are very good.

The person in front of him had to make Gu Li suspect that he was Ghost Foot Seven.

"Brothers of the militia, withdraw!"

Gu Li picked up Lin Shirong and looked at Hong Qi's distant back, frowning and tangled.