Dongzhou, Jiaping County, there are three people side by side on an official road, two men and one woman, carrying spears.

"Senior brother, we've been in Dongzhou for so long, can we find the person you said?" asked the woman in the middle of the three.

"According to rumors, the man finally retired to Dongzhou, and it is not clear which county he may find, and whether he can find it depends on our fate," replied the middle-aged man, "and if he really doesn't want people to find him, I'm afraid our trip will be in vain." ”

"Senior brother, is it really that loud as a rumor?" the woman didn't say who it was, but the two people around her knew who she was asking.

The other younger man of the three was silent, and the middle-aged man closed his mouth and frowned, and only after a few moments did he squeeze out four words.

"No one can stop you. ”

The woman's good-looking little face drooped, "When you talk about this senior brother, you become so serious, this person named Yu Yi, is it really so terrifying?"

The middle-aged man stopped and looked into the woman's eyes, "When the master fought with him, I was fortunate to witness the whole process. At that time, the master was entrenched in the rivers and lakes of Dongzhou, known as the first shot in Dongzhou, but after the war, he personally picked down the plaque hanging on the main hall with the first shot in Tongzhou, and since then he has closed the door to thank the guests. You haven't seen his guns with your own eyes, and you'll never understand how horrible his marksmanship is, and if you did, you wouldn't have called him by his name like you do now and asked me if he was really as horrible as he was rumored. ”

The woman's good-looking little face drooped even more, and she lowered her head, not daring to look into the eyes of the middle-aged man.

"Before the master died, he asked us to come out to look for him, hoping that after we found him, he would be able to teach me a few spear skills after remembering that he was an old man, instead of letting you come out and be a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers to seek death. ”

Even the master himself admitted that it was that person who had no killing intent back then, otherwise he wouldn't be able to escape a dead word in a real fight. Maybe it's because the man is also old, and when he saw that the old man who had been using guns all his life was merciful, he didn't hype the results of the battle afterwards, but disappeared. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned his gaze to the young man beside him, who had been silent, waiting for his answer.

The young man slowly turned his head and looked into the eyes of the middle-aged man, "Just because he's strong doesn't mean that his disciples are also strong." ”

The middle-aged man's face gradually sank, but in the end he didn't say anything and continued on his way.

The young man's face was expressionless, and the good-looking woman lowered her head, not daring to speak.

"Are you going to seek righteousness?"

Not far behind the three of them, a young warrior with a gun on his back and a spear on his waist asked loudly.

The young martial artist was tall, his long hair was tied behind him at will, and his eyes were clear with a little depth, it was Zhang Bufu, who had been away from home for more than a month.

Hearing this, the three of them paused at the same time and slowly turned around. The middle-aged man squinted, staring at the gun on Zhang Buqiu's back, and then moved his gaze to Zhang Buqiu's young face, it seems that he has met a young descendant who does not know the height of the sky, and today he will inevitably learn a lesson to make his memory increase.

"I wonder what advice this little brother has?" the man in the prime of life did not answer yes or no.

Zhang Bufu smiled, "It's a bit of a coincidence, I know where Yu Yi is." ”

As soon as these words came out, the young man's eyes suddenly became fierce, staring at Zhang Bufu, "If you talk nonsense, it will be very miserable." ”

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and did not speak, and the good-looking woman also raised her head, frowning and looking at Zhang Bufu not far away, today's matter, if you don't make it clear, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be good.

Zhang Bufu said with a smile, "You just said that Yu Yiqiang doesn't mean that his disciples are also strong?"

The young man did not respond, his head slowly raised, his gaze becoming more aggressive.

The middle-aged man's face became solemn, "Contemptible Wei Jihong, I don't know the name of the little brother?"

Zhang Bufu glanced at the middle-aged man a few more times, and it turned out to be Wei Jihong. For more than a month, Zhang Bufu has a little understanding of the affairs of the rivers and lakes, this Wei Jihong is a famous gun maker in Dongzhou, and he is even more big, he inherited the first gun ancient scriptures and martial arts in Dongzhou, and he did not fall into the prestige of the teacher after leaving the rivers and lakes, and soon created a famous name. It's just that what Wei Jihong said about Yu Yi and this Dongzhou's first shot of ancient scriptures, Zhang Bufu didn't know.

The young man and the good-looking woman are Wei Jihong's junior brother Wan Yang and younger sister Jiang Yun, both of whom are also good at guns, but because the senior brother Wei Jihong's statement is too prosperous, few people have known these two names.

Zhang Bufu didn't answer Wei Jihong, took off the gun behind him, untied the cloth bag on his waist where the gun head was stored, and skillfully installed the gun head, the smile on his face instantly converged, "I am Yu Yi's disciple, strong or not, I don't count if I say it, only what I say about the gun in my hand counts." ”

On the official road, one in front and one behind each other are not far apart, Zhang Bufu is holding a gun in his hand, and his eyebrows are cold.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, Zhang Bufu stood with a gun, and before he made any moves, Wei Jihong and the others felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards them, and the spear on Wei Jihong's back had been grasped in his hand at some point, and he took a step forward, as if facing a great enemy.

Master, this is the common thought in the hearts of Wei Jihong and the others at this moment.

"Senior brother?" Jiang Yun said with questions, as if asking about the truth of Zhang Bufu's words.

"The person who makes the gun in Dongzhou, I am like a few treasures, I have a tight face with this person, I have never seen it before, and there is such a person with martial arts, I disdain to use my identity to impersonate, it must be as he said, it is undoubtedly a disciple of Yu Yi. Wei Jihong's eyes stayed on Zhang Bufu.

Wan Yang's breathing gradually became heavier, and he took the gun off his back, "Whether it's true or not, you will know it when you try it, and it just saves effort." ”

"Don't underestimate the enemy. Wei Jihong didn't stop it, his eyes were staring at Zhang Bupu, who was cold-eyed and carrying a gun, the shock left on him by that battle is still vivid, as long as the name is concerned, he doesn't dare to take it lightly.

Wan Yang walked out with a gun, without any extra words, and walked towards Zhang Bufu, and when the distance was about the same, he suddenly stabbed out with a shot, and went straight to Zhang Bufu's face.

This shot is extremely fast, and the angle is tricky, like a poisonous snake suddenly pounced in a dark corner, which is unguardable, and it may be planted on it if you are not careful.

Zhang Bufu squinted, waited until the head of the gun was close at hand, moved sideways and dodged sideways, and at the same time put the gun in his hand upright at his side, his knees slightly bent, and his feet were an inch and a half into the ground, and he took root.

Wan Yang's blow missed, and the next blow followed, and with a slap of the tail of the gun, the head of the gun that flashed with a cold glow swept away, and a crisp metal strike sounded, which swept right on the barrel of the gun that Zhang Bufu had erected on his side one step in advance.

The force generated by the collision was transmitted along the barrel of the gun into Wan Yang's arm, and the tingling sensation came, and Wan Yang could not be adjusted, the two blows failed, the opportunity was gone, and Wan Yang immediately put away the gun and retreated to open the distance.

Zhang Bufu did not pursue, did not move, and frowned coldly.

A round of confrontation can see the advantages and disadvantages. Wan Yang quietly moved his arms to alleviate the tingling sensation caused by the collision, and in the face of Zhang Bufu's horizontal eyebrows and cold eyes, he already had a rough idea in his heart.

At this time, pedestrians on the official road have quickened their pace, away from this place of right and wrong. There are also people in the rivers and lakes who carry swords and knives, and when they see someone competing in martial arts, they pause their journey, lean forward, and observe from the sidelines. If there is an acquaintance, hug your fists and say hello, guess the identity of the person in the competition, but Zhang Bufu and Wan Yang are really tight-eyed, and the people in the rivers and lakes present have searched all the famous people with guns in their minds, but they have not been able to match the identities of the two, but many people recognized Wei Jihong who was pressing in the rear at a glance.

With the famous Wei Jihong on the side, and both of them were guns, everyone present suddenly had a lot of speculation in their hearts.

In the field, Wan Yang almost dispelled the numbness in his arm, and saw Zhang Bufu standing in place, without the slightest intention of pursuing, it seemed that he was deliberately giving him time to prepare.

If Wan Yang's gun was a poisonous snake just now, tricky and weird, now it is straight to the point, and the straight shot is just to get Zhang Bufu's head.

Zhang Bufu put the tail of the gun with his heels, held the gun in his hand, and handed out a shot from Zhongzheng Pinghe, the tip of the gun was a little bit, and the gun of Wanyang was swinged, taking advantage of this time difference, the feet did not stop, and then a shot was handed out, and Wanyang was opening the middle door at the moment.

Wan Yang could only turn to the defensive, a horizontal gun to block, although he successfully intercepted Zhang Bufu's offensive, but his heart was a sigh, and he was forced to switch from attack to defense, but the general trend has gone, and he must wake up twelve points of spirit to deal with the next offensive.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhang Bufu was on the gun, Wan Yang stopped again, and then shot after shot, the speed of the gun was extremely fast, and the strength was fierce, and the offensive was like a raging flood, wave after wave, constantly impacting Wan Yang's defense, making it uncomfortable, but also tired to deal with.

Wan Yang kept on his hands, although he was at a disadvantage, but he did not have the slightest decline, every move and style between the defenses was clear, and he was constantly thinking about the way to break the game, just waiting for Zhang Bufu to reveal his flaws, he broke the game with a gun, and regained the initiative from defense to offense. It's just that Zhang Bufu seems to want to give Wanyang this opportunity, and the rhythm of the gun suddenly changes, disrupting Wanyang's defensive position, and then the gun covers the vital points around him, killing Wanyang, who has not yet adapted to it, is full of dangers, and there are several colors on his body, so that he can stabilize the situation.

Everyone in the audience was as silent as a cicada, staring intently at the battle situation in the field, constantly comparing themselves in their hearts, if they were under such an offensive, what kind of performance could they have. It's just that the results are more disappointing, if the person on the field is himself, I am afraid that he would have been stabbed to death, which also made the onlookers gasp, lamenting the exquisite gunnery of both sides, but also glad that they were just watching from the sidelines.