C105 The Fat Man Suffered a Huge Loss

"Blue Helmet Staff of Demon Subduing. First Style, Trickster Flies Up!" Xiao Qiangbing stood in front of the group of brawny men and began to teach them with a bright voice.

Many of the local villagers had heard of the mysterious and profound martial arts in China. They had just gotten their hands on the high and mighty "Magic Subduing Rod," and they had already picked up the treasure.

Now that they were learning from Xiao Qiangbing, all of them were in high spirits and full of excitement. They began to learn it as if it were a decent thing to do.

Xiao Qiangbing played with the staff technique. It was called the combination of movement and movement. It was vigorous and vigorous, and the starting point was just right. Usually, when he had just hit a point, the word "Ha" would come out of his mouth and add a bit of momentum.

Those black villagers could tell that this person was a staff expert at first glance. They immediately followed suit and practiced.

One of the fellows with a large, long hand, who had the body of a typical man with a axis, was exceptionally excited when he swung a stick that weighed more than ten kilograms. He immediately smashed into the sand, stirring up a cloud of sand. He shouted excitedly:

"Kung Fu, Kung Fu, China Kung Fu! Kung Fu, Kung Fu, China Kung Fu!"

Their interest in learning this far exceeded Xiao Qiangbing's expectations. For a moment, their enthusiasm was extremely high, and the atmosphere at the scene became heated.

Fatty Liu was guiding them with a huff. At first, he was still in high spirits, but in a short while, he came over to make a fuss.

"Well, it's martial arts. You, Qiang Zi, this is a dog beating stick, right? It only has three moves. " Fatty Liu was full of dissatisfaction.

He was also a martial arts lover. Although he was only at the level of one or two knives, he also advocated military and police hard kung fu. He really did not expect Xiao Qiang to be so divine. He actually managed to pull out such a few moves.

Xiao Qiangbing instantly developed this set of blue helmet devil vanquishing staff. It was divided into three basic movements - stick raising, hitting, and stick withdrawing.

It sounded like the Three Axes of Cheng Biting Gold.

However, it was extremely complicated and simple. It should be effective on the bandits that they were about to face. However, Fatty Liu discovered a problem:

This move was too simple and not mysterious at all!

Without the mystery, Fatty Liu did not want to do it.

"Fatty, stop talking. If you keep talking, I'll chop you up. . . " Xiao Qiangbing's tone was incomparably cold as he looked straight at Liu Xian's crotch.

"F * ck, I'm convinced. Ah, that's too vicious. " Fatty Liu had never imagined that this fellow would stare at his place with a single glance.

At first, it was alright for more than a dozen fellows to practice this thing, but later on, they only had three movements and felt that it was boring. They relaxed their spirits and began to chat nonsense.

For these people, Xiao Qiangbing did not want to go up and scold them. Doing so would be depreciating his value.

At this moment, Detective Bruce walked over with his hands behind his back.

Just now, his sister Monika had told him how she had seen Xiao Qiangbing. There were dead bodies of coyotes everywhere, and she had casually killed the bandits on the big tree. He was skeptical when he heard it.

When Monika mentioned Xiao Qiangbing, his face turned slightly red and his chest beat faster. He immediately guessed that the beauty had fallen in love with him.

Thus, his face was now filled with disdain. When he looked at Xiao Qiangbing, his expression changed slightly:

"Eastern man, what are you playing at? Do you want us to compete in boxing? Fighting is fine too. My Princess Monika's punches and kicks are also not bad, how about it?"

This fellow had openly challenged him the moment he arrived.

Xiao Qianbing raised his head to look at the blazing sunlight and pondered over the time. He did not expect that Bruce would come over to challenge Fatty Liu.

He reached out and shook hands with Fatty Liu. His face was dark and gloomy, and even Fatty Liu could not understand it. He thought that the other party was being enthusiastic, so he reached out and grabbed him. Unexpectedly, Bruce exerted force in his hip bone and threw him onto the ground with his back.

Even though Fatty Liu fell very miserably, he fell onto the ground with a loud thud, causing dust to fly everywhere.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean? It hurts so much, my butt. . . " Fatty Liu laid on the ground, his face full of pain.

This, this is a slap to the face!

He's bullying me alive.

Xiao Qiangbing exerted force with his five fingers and slowly clenched them into fists.

Fatty Liu shouted in a low voice. He struggled a few times before he got up and touched his face. His originally clean face was now covered in flowers. He looked miserable and miserable.

After the dust settled, he dashed toward Bruce. However, Bruce seemed to be prepared for this. With a sinister smile on his face, he said,

"Sorry, sorry. Don't you all know kung fu? I was just joking. What did you call me? Yes, it's called sparring. "

This time, Fatty Liu was embarrassed. His face was dirty. He covered his stomach with one hand and muttered that his butt had been broken into several pieces. He rubbed his fists and was about to make a move when Monika, who was beside him, hurriedly apologized with a smile:

"Mr. Liu, you're not really angry, are you? My brother is joking. "

Fatty Liu was sighing. His eyes were looking at the beautiful part of Liu Bei's stormy sea. He wiped his nose and had a complicated expression on his face. He did not know what to say. He thought to himself, "I'm joking, I'm joking. You guys are joking. Is it. . . ?

Sigh, I'm going to kill you. "

When he looked at the villagers again and saw his pathetic state, all kinds of teasing sounds could be heard without an end:

"What's wrong? Is this all that our captain can do?"

"Is he a liar? He even tripped himself. . . "

. . .

Xiao Qiangbing could not help but get angry when he heard these unscrupulous words.

"What a good Bruce, you are sincerely digging a pit. With your skills, you can trick others, but you can trick me? Unless you have two heads. "

Monika seemed to have noticed his anger and hurriedly walked over. He walked in front of him and smiled charmingly. He shook his arm and said coquettishly:

"Shaw, you are a martial arts expert. I have always felt that you are very gentlemanly. I promise, I really want to learn Chinese martial arts from you. . . "

"Oh, is that so?" Xiao Qiangbing said lightly and smiled. When he turned his face slightly, he saw Bruce looking at the fat Liu with disdain. He thought in his heart:

"He must be trying to trick you. He is clearly looking for trouble. He slapped my brother in the face, and we are at a loss for words?"

Helpless, Monika's eyes were filled with emotion, and his eyes were filled with apology and pleading. He lowered his head and thought for a while. When he raised his head again, his expression became much gentler, and he said generously:

"Alright, since your brother wants to exchange martial arts, then let's do it. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and picked up a wooden stick from the ground. It was about the thickness of a bowl's mouth. He exerted force with both hands and the sturdy wooden stick instantly broke.

It just so happened that Liang Shuai came over. He gently threw the wooden stick to him:

"Commander, do you have any iron wire? Get a double joss stick. "

Looking at his posture, it seemed that he was going to make a move personally. Liang Shuai happily took it and processed it.

In a short while, he held a simple truncheon in his hand and raised it gently. First, he aimed it at Bruce, then at everyone and said word by word:

"I, Xiao Qiangbing, am not a professional martial master. I can play with all 18 types of weapons. I'll use the materials I have on the spot. Double baton. "

As he spoke, he started dancing casually.

For a moment, the double joss sticks in his hands became extremely magical. They were sometimes vigorous, sometimes gentle, and sometimes fast in defense. At the same time, he started to explain.

"Everyone, any weapon in China has a special use. Swords and swords can be used to light and sword shadows, fast blades can kill and retreat enemies quickly, and the nunchucks are the best weapon for close combat.

With a stick in hand, push, defend, whip and slash. . . "

The people present, including Fatty Liu, had only seen it in movies and dramas. Now, they saw him attacking from three directions, then releasing his bow, and continuously changing his techniques. For a moment, they were dazzled by it, and applause was heard everywhere.

Even Bruce couldn't help but applaud. Monika even raised his hands high and clapped, shouting something in English. Only Fatty Liu had a bitter look on his face, and his expression was extremely ugly. He kept complaining in Mandarin.

"Qiang Zi, what's the use? My fart hurts so much. "