The big man, who was standing in place with a smile on his face, was gently patted on the shoulder by the short camouflage uniform a few times, and then collapsed.

Seeing the big man, he fell to the ground with a smile on his face, and the short soldier in camouflage uniform patted him on the face for some reason, and called out in his mouth, "Big man, big man, what are you doing!" It's up to you, didn't you say you were going to teach him a good lesson?

The little man's call didn't have any effect, and the big man who fell to the ground still didn't respond, and after a long time he realized that something was wrong, at this time he shook the big man's body, and asked eagerly, "What's wrong with you!" Don't scare me, big one! Hurry up!

Zhang Ling, who was on the side, saw the big man fall to the ground, and looked at Qin Hui, who was smiling beside him, and asked suspiciously, "Ah Hui, what's wrong with him!" Is it that you shot too hard.

Hearing Zhang Ling's words and the fierce gaze cast by the little man, Qin Hui said boredly, "Hehe, it's nothing, it's just that I hit him in the chest a few times in an instant, and he is angry now, don't worry, I know the severity of it, and there will be no problem."

The short soldier listened and asked, "You said the big man was angry!" Really? I'm going to send you off, we're not ordinary people, if something really happens to the big man, you remember, I won't let you go.

Cut. Qin Hui smiled when she heard this, and said to the short man, "If you are not good at learning, you dare to do it with me!" Boy, I'll send you away, brother, I'm a martial artist. It's just that I didn't expect this big man to look mighty, and he was so unbeaten, and I didn't use my strength yet, so he couldn't do it. It seems that you special forces are not very well trained! Do you want me to teach you a few tricks, brother?

The short man listened to Qin Hui's ridicule, narrowed his eyes with a cold face, stood up and said, "Ha, boy, you are really too deceitful, it seems that if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't grow."

Qin Hui looked at the short man and got up, put on a martial arts posture, but still shook his head and said, "You want to use the national art to do it with me!" Avenge the big man! Hey, you can't.

When the little man heard this, he moved his hands and feet expressionlessly, "Okay, you can try."

Try it! Come, Qin Hui looked at the short soldier who was only up to his neck, hooked his finger at him, and said, "I will also let you punch five punches, so that others will say that I am bullying the small with the big."

The little one sneered and put on a posture when he heard this, and said in his mouth, since ancient times, the eighth level has not been raised, Bajiquan, Li He, please advise my brother.

Bajiquan! Qin Hui looked at the posture of the little man, and also retracted his contempt, because when Qin Hui was learning gun fighting, in order to practice hand-to-hand gun fighting, he had learned all kinds of boxing techniques in the world. You must know Qin Hui's gun fighting skills, what he pays attention to is that there is no separation between guns and martial arts. With Qin Hui's eighth-level peak gun fighting skills, his papermaking in martial arts is enough to say that he is a contemporary person, if you make an assessment, although Qin Hui's martial arts are not as high as spear skills, but they can also have the level of the early stage of the eighth level, otherwise, like the battle between Du Peng and Peston, it is impossible for the two of them to rely on their intuition to avoid the muzzle of the gun that is close at hand.

Qin Hui nodded at the short man, and also put on a Tai Chi starting pose, and said, "Although the eighth level is just entangled, my Tai Chi is also soft and rigid, be careful."

The little man listened to the posture and retracted it, and with the famous four or six steps in Bajiquan under his feet, he rushed towards Qin Hui, and when the short man rushed to Qin Hui's side, he directly punched Qin Hui in the face.

When Qin Hui heard the sound of the wind in his ears, he simply tilted his neck and let this punch pass.

The little man was not surprised when he saw this punch flashed by Qin Hui, but he was overjoyed, but as soon as his arm was bent, the original straight fist was changed to the top of the elbow, and he also shouted in his mouth, Ha, Tuo swept the elbow.

Qin Hui struck at the short elbow, leaned back slightly, and avoided it directly.

Seeing that Qin Hui avoided his attack twice, the short man also knew that his two brothers had met an expert today, so the short man made a mistake and took a step forward, and shouted again in his mouth, "Ha, step forward, open the door hard."

Qin Hui took a step back, and directly let go of this hard door opening that was also known for its fierceness in Bajiquan.

Seeing Qin Hui retreat backwards, the pace of the short man changed, and he shouted in his mouth, Ha, follow the step, and ignore the door.

Qin Hui ignored the short one, and directly pushed his right palm outward, blocking this move. Feeling the force in his hand, Qin Hui said word by word, didn't you eat in the morning? Be vigorous.

After saying this, Qin Hui looked at the short soldier who was pushed out by himself, hooked his finger and said with a smile, hard, hard.

Zhang He listened and took a deep breath, "Ha, face the wind and raise the sun."

Qin Hui raised his right hand again, and then broke up Zhang He's moves, and also taught him a lesson, "It's still not enough, it's harder."

Zhang He looked at Qin Hui, who was full of indifference, took a breath, and took a big stride under his feet, "Ha, big horse steps, serial cannons through the sky."

Oh! It's going to be killed! Qin Hui looked at Zhang He's movements and said playfully.

Zhang He approached Qin Hui's side and used a combo move that was rare in the eighth level.

Facing Zhang He's fist, Qin Hui put his left hand behind his back and greeted him with one hand.

One, two, three. The heavy punches of one cannon after another are majestic in Zhang Ling's eyes, but in Qin Hui's opinion, Zhang He has not practiced at all, because Bajiquan pays attention to the full force, urging with qi, and distinguishing between movement and stillness. However, the Baji Fist in Zhang He's hand has no moves, it is simply a showmanship, and it can't play the strength that the eighth level should have.

Qin Hui took Zhang He's fist one move at a time, and when his old strength was exhausted and the new qi was not born, he wrapped his hand around Zhang He's fist, and then grabbed his hand and pulled it back, watching Zhang He be dragged by his own fist and his own pull, Qin Hui took a step and knocked Zhang He out with his shoulder. Zhang He, who was knocked out by Qin Hui, slid three or five meters away with his feet on the ground, and then he landed on his feet, and he retreated five or six steps backwards in a row before he stabilized his figure.

After Zhang He gained a firm foothold, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Qin Hui didn't take advantage of his retreat to attack. Although Zhang He is not good at boxing, he still has it in his basic eyes, and after knowing that he is not Qin Hui's opponent at all, he also said freely, "What a powerful skill, such a powerful four-two thousand catties and a method of borrowing strength!" Zhang He's poor learning skills lost the reputation of Bajiquan, which made his brothers laugh. ”

Qin Hui glanced at Zhang He in front of him, and said with some appreciation, "It's good to know that a mountain is still a mountain high, go back and practice more in the future, otherwise the prestige of Bajiquan will be ruined in the hands of people like you." After Qin Hui finished speaking, he pointed to the big man on the ground and continued, "It's just a small misunderstanding today, you can take the big man with you, I just hit his valve when I started, and after a few hours, he will be fine." ”

Zhang He glanced at his companion on the ground, gestured with his hand and said, "Thank you, but although the two of us are not as good as you in kung fu, this is what the two of us are good at."

Hehe. Qin Hui saw that Zhang He was still trying to save face, so he took out a business card from his pocket and threw it to him, "Good marksmanship!" It's okay to come to my Daqin Gun Club to play, and I'll know how much you have in your mouth when the time comes, but I feel that your marksmanship is probably the same as the kung fu in your hands, three words, and it's almost there. ”

Because Zhang He had just lost the field, he didn't pay attention to Qin Hui's sarcasm, but secretly thought in his heart that he must bring a few brothers and let Qin Hui know how powerful he and others are.

Reaching out to catch the black card that Qin Hui threw over, Zhang He glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and replied, "No problem, the Great Qin Gun will be, I remember, we will definitely go." , Zhang He, who swept with the corner of his eye, looked at the words on the card and couldn't help but read it out loud, the Church of Jehovah, the presiding judge of the Inquisition, and the senior priest Qin Hui! What is this you gave me! What mess?

Forehead! Took the wrong one, took the wrong one, come, I'll change it for you. Seeing the black card, Qin Hui smiled and took out a golden VIP card from his pocket and exchanged it for his ID card in the torn apocalypse.

Zhang He looked at Qin Hui's dress, and the black card with the word Jehovah written on it in his hand, and said with a smile, I didn't expect that not only do you like to wear a priest's uniform, but you have even prepared a copy of an identity card that you have never seen in this kind of movie, you are really interesting! As the saying goes, we don't make a deal if we don't fight, so you're such an interesting friend, I'm Zhang He.

Forehead! Listening to Zhang He's words, Qin Hui was speechless, because he couldn't tell Zhang He that his identity card was real, that he was really a senior priest of Jehovah's Church, the leader of the Inquisition, and the uncrowned king of the church.