C106 Traditionally Martial Arts

"Collect!" Xiao Qianbing made a beautiful pose and with a light sound, the hard truncheons were put away.

Among the many weapons, only the double rod was the most practical, with the most momentum and destructive power. It was suitable for tight defense attacks. In the eyes of the local black people, it was much more exciting than any broken spear, broken hand, or lightning.

His breathing was even, and there was no sweat on his forehead. He casually held the two sticks in his hand, and just as he wanted to see how everyone reacted, he was suddenly hugged by Monika.

"Thank you. I'll drink some water. . . " Xiao Qiang Bing greedily leaned on her shoulder and immediately left half-heartedly.

"Fatty, why aren't you clapping? What do you mean?" He spoke in Mandarin, but when he saw the angry look on his face, he ignored him and dashed straight toward Bruce. With a sincere expression on his face, he said:

"How is it, Bruce? Your wrestling is not bad. . . "

What did he mean by that?

He really couldn't tell what he meant, but in other people's eyes, it was clearly a gesture of goodwill.

Bruce first looked at him in embarrassment, then Ma Chao said in a relaxed tone:

"Xiao, this pair of sticks is very good, really, very practical, can you. . . "

Xiao Qiangbing was instantly touched by his sincerity. Not only did Bruce accept his sincerity, but he also had a sudden thought and wanted to learn the two sticks.

Xiao Qiangbing also did not hesitate. He very professionally handed over a few of his basic movements. There were also a few ultimate moves.

In the end, when he gently put away his moves, he raised his nunchucks in a fierce manner. The flying double joss sticks bounced heavily on the abdomen and abdominal muscles. The strength was weakened and slowly returned to his hand. He casually introduced:

"When the truncheons fly, their strength is very great. They can completely break the shell of the bandit's head. Even the thick arms and long legs can be broken in an instant. Otherwise, they will not be one of the most powerful weapons in China.

Therefore, you must be careful. Otherwise, your arms and legs will not be able to protect you. "

After listening to the technical essentials, Bruce practiced excitedly.

He was in a very beautiful mood right now. It was understandable just by thinking about it. Not only did Xiao Qiangbing admit defeat, he even respectfully taught him his nunchucks.

Now, those black villagers had all practiced the boring long joss sticks. They didn't even teach Monika how to use them, so he was very superior to them.

In his opinion, this wasn't what Xiao Qiangbing taught him. Instead, he took the initiative to curry favor with him.

He was not the only one who felt the same way. Fatty Liu also felt the same way. Ever since this fellow began his coaxing practice, he squatted on the ground and smoked several cigarettes in one go. He was in a rather depressed mood!

Adolf and the others walked over excitedly.

"Brother, it's almost ready. There's a problem here that I want to discuss with you. What should we do?" Adolf came up to him and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

They checked the number of bullets and taught the villagers how to shoot. There was a problem with the motorcycle engine that the old Taoist priest made. Fang Yitong was trying to figure out how to improve it.

Adolf was most worried about the lack of bullets. He had been fighting with the one-eyed man for almost two days. The other party was wandering in the bushes, whistling and singing. It seemed that he had no intention of leaving.

If they lost this time, the other side would definitely rush over. They would have no problem, and the villagers would probably suffer.

"Little Daoist, use as many bullets as you can. Don't leave anyone behind. We will destroy all of them later, and the fortifications will be abandoned as well. Didn't you see that I'm organizing martial arts training. . . " Xiao Qianbing said confidently.

He looked at the lush forest in the south and could vaguely hear the noise of the bandits inside. They were vulgar and unscrupulous. They were clearly preparing for the final battle. He could not help but despise them.

"A bunch of motley crew. If you weren't in the forest, I would have. . . "

"You with the surname Xiao, just keep your mouth shut. What do you mean? Old Taoist, watch the car carefully. What do you mean? I saw it clearly. He's just a mouse carrying a gun inside his house. . . "Fatty Liu interrupted and retorted without any reservation.

He raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Qiangbing's nose. He turned around and quickly looked at Bruce, who was practicing his double joss sticks. His saliva almost sprayed onto Xiao Qiangbing's face.

Xiao Qiangbing had never been so angry before. He raised his hand and was about to push Xiao Qiangbing away when he heard Fatty cry out and squat down. He cried out in pain and lost his voice.

"My ass! It hurts so much! Xiao Qiangbing, my ass. . . "

He was in such pain. . . How could Xiao Qiangbing be in the mood to teach him a lesson? He sighed softly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Liang Shuai cough dryly. He looked at Monika in the distance and said sarcastically:

"Hey, Qiangzi, what's wrong? Did you fall for the beauty trap?

Or did you hook up with a girl? "

Before Xiao Qiangbing could say anything, The brothers started complaining at the same time. They said that not only was Bruce not very enthusiastic these two days, he had been making sarcastic remarks everywhere. A few of his bodyguards beat up a few villagers.

At the same time, he did not put Adolf in his eyes at all. He warned him to get out of here as soon as possible.

"It's like this. In the past, he always bullied Deputy Director Foster, mocked and insulted him. As long as he was here, Foster would stay far away, so as to avoid getting angry. Sigh, after all, his relationship here is complicated, and we can't afford to offend him. " Adolf looked embarrassed and said bitterly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist priest's face twitched and he added fuel to the fire:

"This kid is not a thing. He went to the top of the mountain and played some pole. I, Wu Kong, just watched the fun and scolded him. I said that Wu Kong is Xiao Qiangbing's pet. He said it's a fart. . . "

When Xiao Qiangbing heard this, there was a hint of exaggeration in his words. Just as he was about to tell him to stop bullshitting, Fang Yitong raised her heels and looked towards the northeast. When she saw a tall pole, she shouted anxiously:

"Old Taoist, which thing are you talking about?"

Everyone turned around and saw that there was indeed a bare pole on the mountain that covered the sky. Although there were no wires, it looked very strange.

"What a good Bruce, I originally wanted to have a good talk with you in the future and remind you to behave properly. Don't look down on this, look down on that, I can't hold it in these two days. . . " Xiao Qiangbing naturally understood what he was doing, but he didn't say it out loud. He just thought angrily.

He did not care that everyone was forcing him to make a stand. He saw that Bruce was practicing with his two sticks.

Thus, he said in an inscrutable manner:

"Alright, you want to teach him a lesson, right? Can't you just say it directly?

Don't turn the corner. When do you want to make him suffer? "

He said it casually. Fatty Liu was angry. He glanced at his friends, who were about to fight the bandits, and his anger rose. He pointed at Liu's nose and said angrily:

"Well, you are trying to fool us, aren't you? I'm done. You're going after his girl, right? It's not that I'm criticizing you, you don't want to beat him up at all. "