The people of the city had never seen a musket before, and they could not imagine that the musket was so powerful that it could kill the puppy it was aiming at the moment of making a sound, and there was no chance to struggle.

At this time, Jing Fa had only one thought in his mind, that is, his grandfather's musket could be so loud! His ears were so deaf that he was so shocked that he was about to vomit out the wine he drank in his stomach!

Yikes!

Jing Fa burped heavily, and he barely suppressed the vomiting.

The man who shot immediately felt a pungent smell of wine coming to his face, quickly covered his nose, and then aimed the gun at Jingfa's head, and snorted coldly: "You kid is looking for death!"

Seeing that the man was about to pull the trigger, Jing Fa was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and at this moment, there was a very loud "Oh!" from not far away.

Suddenly, the air was filled with an extremely strong smell of alcohol, which made everyone present cover their noses tightly.

"Ouch, this wine is so fragrant!" a bald monk staggered into the crowd with a wine vat.

He was the one who had just burped the earth-shattering wine, and he was the wine master who pulled Jingfa to fight wine before.

Jingfa's small wine burp had already stimulated the man to want to shoot him in the head, and now, as soon as the wine master, who had never been seen before, came out, all the foreigners raised their guns and aimed them at the wine master.

"The people of your country are rude and uneducated, so let's teach you what civilization is!" the man yelled at Jing Fa and the wine master, and then gave an order.

I saw the foreigners aiming their guns at the ground in front of the two people's feet, and the banging sound was like a series of firecrackers, one after another.

The ground in front of their feet burst into flames, and was struck into a sieve by powerful bullets.

The wine master didn't move, and Jingfa didn't move.

But the people around were so frightened that they hugged their heads and ran around.

The old man with the musket stared at the wine master and Jing Fa in surprise.

And the wine master smiled faintly at Jingfa, nodded slightly, looked approving, and said with a smile: "Calm and relaxed, not surprised, worthy of the opponent personally identified by my wine master, not bad, very good, I like you a little monk." ”

The wine master praised Jing Fa very much, but Jing Fa didn't seem to appreciate it at all, and still stood in place, staring blankly at the sieve-beaten mud in front of him.

"Little monk, is the old monk talking to you?" said the wine master to Jing Fa again.

Jingfa scratched his ears and asked loudly, "What are you talking about?" My ears keep buzzing and I can't hear clearly. ”

At this time, the wine master realized that Jing Fa didn't hear the other party's series of muskets at all just now, no wonder he was so calm, of course he couldn't hear the sound, and the bullets didn't hit him, it didn't hurt or itch, how could he experience the horror of the muskets.

Thinking of this, the wine master frowned, turned his head to the man who gave the order on the other side and said, "Do you think that loud sound can scare people?" To tell you honestly, it is useless to our monk, if you don't believe it, you can try it again with the little monk, you can't scare him!"

This was the first time that a man's powerful musket was despised, and at first he didn't want to kill, he just wanted to scare this group of inferior people in his eyes, but at this time, after listening to the words of the wine master, his heart swelled with murderous intent.

Although the purpose of his coming here this time was not to kill people, but in the past, he saw that people who were unhappy were shot directly, and he had never tolerated it like today, so the pent-up anger easily erupted, and the object of the outbreak was the two bald monks in front of him.

The heads of Master Wine and Jingfa are round, bright, and sparkling in the sun, and the more you look at them, the more annoying they become.

As soon as he was annoying, his hands couldn't help but tremble, not out of fear, but out of excitement, the excitement of being about to get a headshot.

He was a brilliant sharpshooter, and the last thing a sharpshooter could bear was to be despised for not being able to kill people with his guns.

But his gun can kill, and he has killed many, many people, so many that he himself has lost count.

So he wouldn't mind having two more today.

He had never killed a bald head before, but looking at the two bright heads in front of him today, he realized that it was very easy to kill a bald head, because these two targets were obvious, even a rookie musketeer who had just started could easily aim, and then pull the trigger, and then it was brainy.

A sneer rose to the corner of the man's mouth, and he slowly raised his musket, aiming first at Jingfa's shiny head.

Seeing this scene, Fu Meng screamed, and hurriedly shouted at Jing Fa, telling him to run.

But Jingfa's ears still echoed with the roar of the gunshots that first rang in his ears, so that he couldn't hear Fu Meng's voice at all.

The man's musket was behind Jing Fa, and his gaze was looking in the other direction, so he didn't notice that the man was aiming at him.

The man's firm fingers pressed on the trigger, and he heard a loud bang, and the bullets in the musket shot out at an incredible speed, destroying the gulas along the way, as if even the air was about to be torn apart.

The end point of the bullet is the back of Jingfa's head, which is the best place to experience brainstorming.

Just when everyone covered their eyes and couldn't bear to see Jingfa's tragic end, an incredible scene happened.

I saw that Jingfa suddenly put on a strange posture, just avoiding the trajectory of the bullet, only to hear a bang, the bullet did not hit Jingfa's body, and shot straight into a big tree in the distance.

Several Miao people beside Fu Meng looked at Jingfa's posture and felt a little familiar, and suddenly someone shouted: "Qiqiao Chengtu, this is the Qiqiao Chengtu punch made by the non-stupid master when he drank and punched with us." ”

And after posing in this pose, Jing Fa also looked inexplicable, he touched his head and recalled the scene just now.

Just now he was still looking ahead in a daze, unaware that the infinitely powerful bullet had led the Grim Reaper to approach him.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and the voice said: "Six or six Shun." ”

After ten days of fist fighting with the wine master, Jingfa's extremely sharp reaction speed has been practiced.

Drinking alcohol can be addictive, and punching can be addictive as well.

The moment he heard the "six six great shuns", Jingfa's body instinctively posed for the tangrams, because the tangram could just suppress the six major shuns.

This is the conditional launch of the punch to the extreme.

There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid to the extreme.

Once one thing is done to the extreme, then all the movements do not need to go through the brain at all, and they will be spontaneously launched by the conditions, and this reaction speed is very fast, faster than a bullet.

Looking at the man's still smoking musket, Jing Fa realized at this time that someone wanted to kill him just now.

So he got angry, and when he took a step towards the man with anger on his face, suddenly, brushing and brushing, all the foreigners behind the man raised their muskets in unison and aimed at Jingfa in unison.

As long as Jingfa takes another step forward, then he will be greeted by a salvo of 10,000 guns.

However, Jingfa took that step very uninterestingly.