Gun, known as the king of a hundred soldiers.

Long sharp point, can be pierced and chopped, invincible, the group of heroes are convinced.

Yue Pengju and Zhao Zilong are loyal and righteous, and their gun skills are unparalleled.

It can be seen that the use of a gun requires not only strong martial arts, but also certain requirements for the personality of the gunman.

Because guns are above board weapons.

But what if someone uses a "gun" as a weapon of assassination?

Of course, the gun here refers to the "long gun" of cold weapons, not modern weapons, and the "pistol" is not a "sniper gun".

In the martial arts arena of the walled city of Boshan, one person holds two short blades, but the other has empty hands.

"Where's your gun?"

"Xiao Qi, you should know what will happen when you see my gun. ”

The man called "Xiao Qi" said in a provocative tone, "Lao Yang, don't you know what will happen if you fight me empty-handed?"

Lao Yang pretended to think for a few seconds, and replied, "Was you poisoned and had dysentery?"

"You!" Xiao Qi said angrily, "You are embarrassed to say that I am also embarrassed, isn't your gun also a three-way road?"

"That's better than you, the gossip ends here, let's make a move!"

"Hmph, be careful!"

On the short blade, the cold light flowed, Xiao Qi took the lead, and with a flick of his body, several afterimages flew out.

"Eagle insect small....!" Lao Yang suddenly felt a little blurry in front of him, shook his head, and said in surprise, "When did you give me the poison?"

"Haha, do you think I deliberately held a weapon to talk nonsense with you?" The sly and smug look in Xiao Qi's eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Lao Yang scolded softly, too careless, and then jumped up, before the poison in his body was removed, it was not suitable to fight Xiao Qi head-on for the time being.

"Do you want to drag it out until the drug is over, what about your momentum just now?"

Lao Yang knew that Xiao Qi was provoking, so he naturally wouldn't be fooled.

It's all a bandit in the mountains, what kind of water margin are you telling me?

However, Xiao Qi's following sentence made Lao Yang almost lose his footing.

"By the way, I forgot to mention that the poison we just spilled into the air is for ten people, and the effect will last for about six hours. ”

"Six hours, twelve hours a day, Nima twelve hours, you poisoned me that can last for half a day!?"

Xiao Qijiao smiled, "Hehe, who told you to pretend to beep there just now, I sprinkled a little more when I was upset." ”

"It seems that you really want me to fight you seriously...."Lao Yang's expression was serious, his hands stretched out behind his back, bent forward, only heard the sound of metal colliding, sparks burst out, and the chest of the three afterimages was pierced, and then slowly disappeared.

"Are the three remnants all afterimages? But the sound of the blades colliding just now is not false.... You've improved again, Xiao Qi. Lao Yang tilted his head and looked at a corner of the martial arts arena.

"Your strength is also much greater than before, and my hands are numb from the shock. In the corner, Xiao Qi's hands holding the short blade were trembling slightly.

"How is it, Xiao Qi, are you okay?"

"Of course, but you, how does it feel to be drowsy from the drug?"

"No, it's not as good as the jars of wine that Erniang brewed. ”

Xiao Qi raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "In that case, let's make a bet, how about the loser please drink?"

"Okay, that's it!"

The words fell, and they shot at the same time, and the two people with high fighting spirit decided in unison, for the sake of victory and defeat, for the sake of wine, and scored a good move.

Suddenly, a tall figure broke into the arena and ended the fight between the two.

"You two, isn't it just an ordinary competition, as for being so serious?" The strong and majestic voice, like magic, made the two people in the battle stop at the same time, and said with an extremely respectful attitude,

"Brother Tower King!"

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"Shadow Villa, Yang Long, the owner of the village, Yang Ting, the young owner of the village, here!" As the disciples outside the door shouted, the guests inside the Yao Phong Ju looked at the door at the same time.

A very ordinary-looking, slightly old man walked in from outside the door of the medicine house, and behind him was a young man with a handsome face.

"Look, that is the Shadow Villa that hasn't been seen for many years, and the owner of the village, Yang Long. ”

"He looks so young, I heard he seems to be about eighty years old, right?"

"Oh, which one do you see, the one who walks in front is Yang Long, and the young man in the back is Yang Long's righteous son, Yang Ting. ”

"What? That guy who looks ordinary and can't be found when thrown into the pile of people is Yang Long?"

"This makes people unseemly, don't look at him as ordinary, but when he broke into the Northern Martial Arts, the 'Shadow Spear' he used drank the blood of hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes. ”

Yang Long, who had not appeared for a long time, suddenly appeared in Yao Pingju, and all the guests were confused, after all, as far as they knew, there was no friendship between Shadow Villa and Yao Pingju.

Between the forces of the two sects, it seems that they all regard each other as air, in the eyes of the Shadow Villa, the Northern Martial Arts does not seem to have the existence of the sect of Yao Pin Ju, and the Yao Phong Ju also completely ignores the Shadow Villa.

This awkward relationship sounds like two good friends in the same class, falling out.

However, as the so-called guest came, not to mention today's day, Ruan Xiaoen squeezed out a smile on his face and greeted, "Master Yang Long, I have been looking up for a long time, I thought that I would have time to visit in person, but I didn't expect the owner of the village to come to Yaoyuan House in person today, which really makes me feel honored." ”

"Do you still have time to come to the door in person? Your medicine has also been established in Beiwulin for more than forty years, have you Ruan Xiaoen had no free time at all in the past forty years, and your polite words are too fake, right?" The guest standing near Ruan Xiaoen complained in his heart.

The smile on Yang Long's face was a little more natural than Ruan Xiaoen's, of course, only some.

"Lord Ruan is polite, as the number one famous doctor in the Northern Martial Arts Platoon, the prestige of the master is far above me, so it is right that I should visit the door in person. ”

The words are good words, but listening to the ears of the guests, it always feels strange, did these two have any grievances before?

After the polite greetings, Ruan Xiaoen and Yang Long stopped talking, but maintained an expression on their faces that could barely be called a "smile", and looked at each other.

Even the guests on the side felt that the scene at this time was very embarrassing.

"Master Ruan, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Do you really want to go in?

Yang Long laughed loudly, then put his face to Ruan Xiaoen's ear, and whispered, "What, you.... Poisoned again?"

Similarly, Ruan Xiaoen also brought his mouth close to Yang Long's cheek and whispered back, "I'm worried that you are old, and that gun is not easy to use." ”

"The two of them who were embarrassed and didn't know what to say one second ago, and the next second they were about to kiss?" The guests really couldn't understand the relationship between Ruan Xiaoen and Yang Long.

They just feel the current scene.... It's even more embarrassing than just now.

Just when the guests were entangled in whether the two were "close or not", the voice of the disciple outside the door sounded again,

"Genbo Town, the shopkeeper of Erniang Inn, Ye Erniang, here!"