And at this time.

A joking voice came from the crowd: "Black-headed tiger, did you go to Yichun Courtyard last night to call the girl too much, now you have become a CD soft-footed shrimp, and when you get to the ring, the competition is over!" ”

"Whoever is talking, if you have the guts, come out." The black-headed tiger had his back to the crowd, and now he was very angry, which bastard made a rumor, last night he obviously called the girl to his home, which went to Yichun Courtyard.

"Hey, even if I come out, you stupid tiger won't be able to see it."

Most of the crowd were civilians, and they didn't dare to provoke the gang people, but they still dared to watch the play on the sidelines, so they didn't care who made this sound, and their faces couldn't help but smile, wondering what the black-headed tiger would do next.

"Skinny monkey, fat pig...... Where's you bastards? ”

The black-headed tiger was so angry that he went straight to his head, as if he was burned by a fire, his face was red, and he wanted to find out this bastard.

The younger brothers of the Black Tiger Gang are all at the bottom of the river at this time, they have just snatched a small boat from the hands of the Tan people, maybe the Black Tiger Gang's brain is different from others, they drove the Tan people on the boat to the shore, and then they are ready to hold bamboo poles and drive the boat to the direction of the black head tiger.

Due to his short stature, the thin monkey took his three younger brothers to support the bamboo pole with difficulty. After walking a few steps briskly on the shore, the other brothers turned their faces to look, and the small boat turned east and west in a zigzag way, and changed to a straight line distance, and the small boat had just left the distance of ordinary people two or three paces.

So, they couldn't help shouting at the thin monkey, hurry up, the competition is about to start.

"Whoosh."

A small pebble flew out of the crowd with a perfect parabola, and then slammed straight and smashed on the back of the black-headed tiger, even if the strength was not large, but at this time the black-headed tiger was standing on the wooden pillar staggeringly, so the black-headed tiger was frightened by this sudden small stone, and saw that the black-headed tiger was about to fall into the river at this time.

"Chief, we've found the boat you want."

The voice came from far away from the back of the crowd, and the younger brothers of the Black Tiger Gang came in the crowd at this time, their faces were very excited, and they were ready to report their results, you must know that this small boat has been looking for a long time to find it, it is fifty percent new, and it is a rare good ship.

When the little brothers walked to the shore, they were stunned, and then there was an urge to cover their faces and turn away: "The boss is too exaggerated, the little brother doesn't ask for much, don't ask you to be independent, don't ask you to be as stable as a root, but don't lose the face of the Black Tiger Gang too much, you are, you are ......"

The younger brothers didn't know how to describe the black-headed tiger's current embarrassment.

"Is there any master in the competition?"

From the time the black-headed tiger stepped forward and stood on the wooden pillar to the present, the time had passed almost a moment, and from this, the host of the martial arts competition came out to ask.

"Yes!"

The black-headed tiger was already more than half soaked at this time, just like the roots of an old tree were tightly confined to the top of the wooden pillar.

Shen Zhu saw this scene on the bridge, his face smiled, he knew this guy, and he was a little impressed, yesterday in Shamian there, he was just playing tricks on this guy behind his back, but this guy quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting "There is a ninety grandmother and a two-year-old child to take care of", "Uncle, please let go" and other similar words.

Now, this guy is here to tease him again, is he a tree kangaroo, and wants to sleep with a wooden post?

"Brother Shen, what makes you so interested." Nalan Yuanshu glanced at the black-headed tiger, he didn't think there was anything funny, he was just a little person who couldn't even walk steadily.

There were two people talking in the crowd on the shore.

"Master Huang, the martial arts competition is about to officially start, do you want to go up?" Sun Wen very much hoped that Huang Feihong would go up to compete, so that he could learn the details of the competition from Huang Feihong.

Speaking of the martial arts competition, Sun Wen was both depressed and secretly happy, a few days ago, their revolutionaries had everything in place, and they were ready to start an incident on the day of the blooming of the Double Yang Festival on September 9, but as a result, the Shenshu Sect and the government yamen held a martial arts competition, a martial arts competition with foreigners.

After learning the news, Sun Wen immediately suspended his action and began to discuss with the think tanks, who said that this was a good opportunity, originally they were not fully sure that the incident would succeed, and now the government yamen and foreigners are going to hold a martial arts competition on the Shamian side, so the guards of Guangfu will move towards the Shamian side, so that the defensive line in the central to northern part of the provincial capital of Guangfu will be half weaker than usual.

Excited, Sun Wen and the others were ready to start an incident on the night of the martial arts competition, so that they would have a lot of peace of mind, after all, most of their resources such as guns, funds, and connections relied on the funding of Westerners, so they didn't want this incident to affect foreigners.

In order to ensure the success of this uprising, yesterday Sun Wen disguised himself as a different appearance and went to Shamian to find out some information, and then there was a shooting incident.

"Mr. Sun, Huang has always disliked this kind of martial arts competition, after all, his fists and feet have no eyes, and it is easy to hurt his life." Huang Feihong's face was pale.

Since I communicated with Sun Wen yesterday, I couldn't help but be moved by Sun Wen's vision and personality charm, and also dispelled his resistance to foreigners' guns, feeling that fist and foot kung fu could not save the Qing Dynasty, and only by learning foreigners' guns and cannons could we do it.

Therefore, today I am very interested in the martial arts competition, and I feel that the current martial arts competition is a farce, a self-absorbed dream of the Chinese people.

Even if he can beat the foreigners in his fists and feet, but how many people can he beat, ten, hundred, or thousand?

It's useless, as long as the foreigner's ship cannon goes off and lines up to shoot, a martial artist like him can only flee for his life.

"Master Huang, everyone's abilities are limited and different, take the medical skills of the two of us as an example, I am proficient in Western medicine but not familiar with Chinese medicine, and you are the opposite, so if China's medical field wants to revitalize, surpass foreigners, and everyone collects firewood and firewood, we need to condense all our strength into a line and combine Chinese and Western medicine."

"Then, if the country wants to revitalize and become rich and strong, it is the same reason, we can not only need the guns of foreigners, but also the blood and firm will of the people of the country to fight for strength and strength, where does the blood and will come from, this has to talk about the ...... of martial arts."

"Master Huang, think about it, if the two armies are fighting against each other, if the guns and equipment are the same, the red side is not afraid of death, and the black side is afraid of death, which side do you say will win this war."

Sun Wen looked very excited, he could imagine this scene, in the near future, under his command, a group of brave men who were not afraid of death raised their guns in their hands and rushed over to meet the enemy's artillery fire and bullets, capturing and occupying one city after another.

At this time, Sun Wen's passionate speech about the effect of martial arts practice was like a burst of vitality injected into Huang Feihong's body, and his whole body was instantly filled with strength, and the spirit of the whole person was shocked: "It turns out that fist and foot kung fu is not only used for martial arts competitions, but also has such an effect on the imperial court......"

"Mr. Sun, thank you." As he spoke, Huang Feihong clasped his hands and saluted.

"Master Huang, what are you talking about?" Sun Wen's face pretended to be angry, and he stretched out a hand and pressed it in mid-air, thought for a while, and continued: "Master Huang, in this martial arts competition, we Chinese must win, and we must win the beautiful beauty, so that foreigners and Chinese people know that we Chinese have strong points, so that the fighting spirit of the Chinese people will be refreshed and more excited." ”

"Okay, Mr. Sun is waiting for Huang's good news."

As soon as the words fell, Huang Feihong jumped on the shoulders of the crowd and walked towards the ring.