In their opinion, the consular representatives of Tsarist Russia were all seized on the spot, and in order to prevent the matter from getting bigger and bigger, from a personal dispute to a situation of military confrontation between the two countries, he should first bow his head and apologize to Madame de France, saying that it was a misunderstanding.

I didn't expect that the consular representative of Tsarist Russia would be so angry, not only did he not apologize, but he also wanted to beat people, and shouted to the French consul to stay away, don't hinder his good deeds, he wants to give the French ambassador a green hat!

And at this time, can the French consul dodge, he dares to watch the ambassador's wife being forced to stage a live spring palace in front of everyone?

"You!" The French consul laughed angrily at this time, he now wanted to kill.

"Soldier, come here!" The French consul called the guards in the distance, and when the three soldiers in blue clothes and red hats came to him, he directly ordered: "The Russian consul has bad intentions towards the ambassador's wife, and he will be imprisoned." “

"Bitch-raised, you think only France has Guards!"

As soon as the words fell, the consular representative of Tsarist Russia also recruited three soldiers.

"Click."

With the sound of bullets on the chambers of their guns, French and Tsarist soldiers held their guns against each other.

"Look, the foreigners are fighting over there!"

Prompted by a somewhat gloating voice, everyone on the shore turned their eyes to the bridge.

"What's going on?" Some people are puzzled, in his eyes, foreigners are all the same, how can they distinguish the belonging of foreigners. So at this time, in their hearts, foreigners will also rebel and kill each other?

"Who knows what's going on, just watch the show." After the man spit out the bagasse in his mouth, he said with a playful expression.

"If the foreigners are fighting, can the martial arts competition continue?" The middle-aged man in a cotton coat and a horse coat glanced at the fight in the ring and asked.

"You still care about martial arts competitions, according to me, foreigners look better in fights than martial arts competitions."

"This is pertinent, martial arts competitions are no different from fighting, you can watch it at any time, but foreigners are different from foreigners, this is the first time I have seen it."

……

At this time, except for the two people who were fighting, the rest of the people in the ring also noticed the condition of the bridge.

Opposite Wong Fei Hung and them, an American player, his upper body was naked, and he was wearing a black cloak behind him, his face was a little ill-intentioned, and he said to the French player: "Hey, Boris, do you know what's going on up there?" “

"Christopher, you know?" French player Boris is a professional boxer who lived in the United States for a period of time, and fought several fights with American player Christopher, losing and winning, it can be said that the strength of the two is between the two. Therefore, the two can be regarded as friends who can talk to each other.

"Well, I've been noticing the situation just now."

Christopher simply told Boris what happened, and when Boris heard it, he immediately stood up angrily. You know, he is also the bodyguard of the French ambassador, and now he hears that the ambassador's wife has been molested by the Tsarist Russians, how can he be indifferent.

Boris had only one thought at the moment, and rushed up and beat the Shar Pei pig to death. But he found that the bridge was overhead, and there was no ladder to climb on. At this time, the anxious Boris had bloodshot in his eyes, and roared loudly: "Raised by bitch, the Tsarist Russians are all a bunch of Shar Pei pigs!" “

"Gallic chicken, what are you talking about!" The Russian Hercules in the ring suddenly left Master Cai and walked to the rope of the ring. He's furious now, fuck, what was this guy France talking about, he heard it right, he's calling him Shar Pei!

"That's you, Shar Pei!" When Boris was talking about Shar Pei Pig, his speech slowed down instantly, and he swallowed out word by word, as if he was afraid that the Russian Hercules would not be able to hear clearly.

The boxers themselves are a bunch of strong-blooded people, and the slightest spark in their hearts can cause an explosion.

No, the Tsarist Hercules didn't even care about the martial arts competition, and rushed directly to the ring, he only had one thought at the moment, to beat this Gallic chicken to death!

And Master Cai in the ring, he looked very dazed at this time:

"What's going on, why did the Tsarist Hercules suddenly run away!?"

"Hey, our competition isn't over yet, is it?"

"Is this my win?"

……

"Master Huang, what's wrong with foreigners?" Except for Yan Zhendong, the other three masters are now confused, why did the martial arts competition suddenly become like this, and whether to continue.

Seeing this, Huang Feihong was also quite helpless, he would only say "Hello", "I love tiger oil" and other foreign words, which was taught to him by Aunt Thirteen, "I love tiger oil" is a greeting, which means similar to "Hello", so he often says to Aunt Thirteen every day.

Therefore, a foreigner is fluent in a series of foreign languages, and he can't understand a word.

Now hearing the three masters asking him if he knew what was going on, Huang Feihong really didn't know where to start.

"Bang bang."

At this moment, the Tsarist Russian Hercules and Boris moved the fighting venue to the ring, and Huang Feihong and the others followed the prestige, only to see the Tsarist Hercules being beaten by Boris like a sandbag.

When the Tsarist Hercules fought with Master Cai, he was almost exhausted, and now he is the opponent of Boris, who is full of physical strength, and he can only hold his head and retreat in the ring.

"Drink!"

Boris stepped forward, slammed his elbow violently, and after a bang, the Russian Hercules covered his stomach with his hands and fell to the ring with a red face.

"Come on, Shar Pei."

Unforgiving, and now without the referee to stop him, Boris moved his feet up and down, left and right, and sometimes kicked him.

"Sect Master, are you looking at the martial arts competition?" Yan Zhendong had already come to Shen Zhu's side at this time, glanced at the soldiers who were not far away, and asked.

Shen Zhu calmly took a sip of tea and said softly: "The martial arts competition is just a cover to attract everyone's attention on the bright side, even if it ends now, there is nothing to be sorry about." “

After thinking for a while, Shen Zhu put down the teacup, glanced at the melee below, and said with a smile on his face: "Master Yan, the big thing I taught and planned is almost complete, and you are not left alone, so you can rest assured to continue the competition." “

"Master." As a master of national arts, Yan Zhendong really wanted to go down to compete, but the major things planned by the Divine Tree Sect were important.

"Master Yan, this opportunity is rare, after today, you may be so busy that you won't even have a chance to officially fight Huang Feihong."

"That'...... Be careful. After being embarrassed for a while, Yan Zhendong hugged his hands with a serious face. After speaking, Yan Zhendong jumped directly and joined the melee in the ring.

Yes, not long ago, Huang Feihong, who did not know the inside story, had intervened to stop Boris's attack.

However, Huang Feihong's obstruction instantly triggered a scuffle.