"Fuck, Zhou Xingxing, what name are you saying to me?" Zheng Qiang cursed with the registration form in his hand.

Zhou Xingxing said in surprise when he heard this: "Zheng Sir, what I am good at is what I am good at? Your nickname is 'half-man and half-ghost, the best magic gun'. Is it true that I will report your fists to you if I don't report your weapon gun? You can't fight with bare hands!"

"Men can't say no!" Zheng Qiangheng glanced at Zhou Xingxing, then continued to say coldly: "Also, don't you know how to understand before you sign up?"

"Atou, I really understand." Zhou Xingxing hurriedly said: "The Warrior King Title Exchange Competition, also known as the Top 100 Championship, covers all Kung Fu and Weapon Classification every five years, and naturally contains 'gun', that is, the traditional long spear, red tassel, Yue Family Gun, etc...."

"I know you still sign up like this? Do you mean to see me look ugly?" Zheng Qiang said dissatisfied.

"No, Ah, listen to me. Since they claim to cover all the categories of weapons and do not have any special notes, only cold weapons can be used, so why can't we apply for a pistol? And I have carefully studied the rules and classification of martial arts competitions and meet the conditions. Otherwise, if I just signed up, how could it be so slow?" Zhou Xingxing said with a slight smile.

Damn, can you even have such a sexy operation?

But Zheng Qiang thought about it carefully and Zhou Xingxing was right. Your organizer did not explain clearly whether it was a cold weapon or a hot weapon?

I, Zheng Sir, had a gun to spread all over the world. Do you have to show off my weaknesses and avoid strengths? Although my fist is also very powerful, how can I feel so happy to pull the trigger gently?

If it were Huo Huan, Wu Lin, Hong Ye and others, this would be an insult to them. After all, they are all pure warriors, but Zheng Qiang does not exist!

If this insult can bring benefits to Zheng Qiang, Zheng Qiang will shout and have another dozen!

Therefore, after thinking it through, Zheng Qiang nodded with satisfaction, patted Zhou Xingxing on the shoulder and smiled: "No, not bad, your cleverness is as good as my style back then."

Zhou Xingxing nodded and was about to say something, but suddenly he found a familiar voice and said, "Atou, do you think that person looks like Uncle Da?"

Zheng Qiang looked back and couldn't help but curse: "What does it mean to look like? What's your look in disguise? That's what Uncle Da is originally."

Zhou Xingxing touched his chin and said in confusion: "Uncle Da is not talking about his old age, and his legs are not very convenient. What is he doing here? Could it be that he is also signing up for someone?"

"Why do you think so much? Just call me here and ask me." Zheng Qiang patted Zhou Xingxing's head and said.

"That's right! Uncle Da, Uncle Da, Uncle Da, here!" Zhou Xingxing shouted.

When Cao Dahua heard someone calling his name, he looked back and found Zheng Qiang and Zhou Xingxing, he walked over happily and said with a smile: "Atou, Ah Xing, are you here too?"

"Yes! Ah Tou and I are both here to participate in the Kings Exchange Competition. Uncle Da, what are you here? Are you here to participate in the competition as well?" Zhou Xingxing asked curiously.

Zheng Qiang found that Cao Dahua smiled absent when he heard Zhou Xingxing's words, and then continued to say casually: "Axing, what are you kidding? How is it possible for me, a three-legged cat kung fu?"

"That's right, I just said it's impossible! Look at Cao Lyon, Chen Zhijie and others who are good at Kung Fu in our General Administration did not come, let alone!" Zhou Xingxing said.

Cao Dahua smiled reluctantly after hearing this, and then said, "Even if they come, it will be useless. After all, Ah Tou is here, Ah Tou will definitely win a first place..."

"Hmph! First? The sick man in East Asia dares to claim the first place? He is simply shameless! He doesn't know the world is high!" A contemptuous voice came, full of contempt and insult to all Chinese people.

Needless to say, people who can speak in this tone must be Japanese.

Zheng Qiang, Cao Dahua, and Zhou Xingxing were all furious. When they looked back, a man kicking wooden clogs and wearing a white warrior uniform, hugging his hands on his chest, and leaving a middle-parted man slowly walked over.

After Cao Dahua saw the visitor, his eyes flashed, and his legs unconsciously retreated. He was too familiar with this person.

Zheng Qiang whispered: "Uncle Da, do you know him?"

"No... know!" Cao Dahua originally wanted to make excuses, but when he got to Zheng Qiang's light-like eyes, he subconsciously said that he knew him.

"Who is he?" Zheng Qiang asked, although he could guess a few things, he still asked.

"The number one master of Japanese karate, Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu, known as the weapon of humanity!" Cao Dahua said with a serious look.

"How did you know him?" Zhou Xingxing asked curiously.

Cao Dahua smiled bitterly and said, "It's true that when I was young, I played football and practiced Kung Fu. I was also the contemporary leader of the ancient boxing sect, nicknamed the Devil Muscle Man."

"What? You are the devil muscle man who was tied with the Deadly Scissors' feet and Judo Ninth Dynasties to be the three major experts in the police force?" Zhou Xingxing said incredibly.

"Yes, it's me!" When Cao Dahua said this, his face turned solemn, as if he was proud of his identity.

"But why did you become like this? You would still be an undercover agent?" Zhou Xingxing asked in confusion.

Cao Dahua sighed and said, "Oh, this is a long story..."

"Then let's talk short!" Zheng Qiang interrupted and said.

...

Although Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu looked down on the 99% of the warriors here and said rudely, he still had a warm smile on his face.

Because he did not deliberately lower his voice, most people around him heard his arrogant and arrogant words, and therefore they all glared at him.

More than a dozen people gradually formed a circle and surrounded the senior brother Duanshuiliu.

While talking to Cao Dahua, Zheng Qiang observed the scene. He found that the three long-standing masters, Huo Huan, the leader of the Huo Family Fist of the New Essence Wumen, Wen Tailai, and Hu Zhihui, who had been famous for their long time, were all on the list.

"Hmph, boy, did you not take my Thunder Hand Wen Tailai seriously when you say this?" Wen Tailai's arms suddenly drooped, and his breath poured into his body, and his body was free of wind. Then he heard a "bang" sound, and Wen Tailai's shirt was broken by the energy, revealing his strong muscles, which was full of deterrence.

The onlookers watching the melon-eating crowd were all stunned. Wen Tailai's move was a must-have weapon for pretending, and he could tell at a glance that he had a deep kung fu attainment.

The thunder player Wen Tailai is worthy of being a master in Hong Kong. It is indeed well-known. No wonder he will be invited to serve as a referee or judge as long as there is a ring match. It turns out that they really have a few tricks!

On the other hand, Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu smiled a few times, his laughter was full of disdain, and then he said sarcastically: "Did you practice Kung Fu like this? Are you a street juggling?"
Chapter completed!