Chapter 222: Punching the Russian strongman

Li Jinglin knew that these temporary recruited soldiers and the captured big sword team were vulnerable, so he practiced the military skills of the soldiers day and night, and sent his subordinates to challenge Wang Maoru, saying that he wanted to make friends with martial arts in an attempt to attack Wang Maoru's morale. After receiving the challenge order, Wang Maoru was amused and cried, saying that this guy had a problem with his brain? He still fought with me one by one? What era is this, so he said okay, I will send three of the best marksmanship, and you will send three of the best marksmanship. Representative Li Jinglin said that we should compete in skills, not the marksmanship. Wang Maoru said, "Competition skills? Do you think it's a rogue fight? Tell Li Jinglin not to mess with that, and tell him to write a suicide note." The messenger had to run back in shame.

Li Jinglin is a man with high spirits and prestige, but lacks ability. He is also worried about when Wang Maoru's army on the other side will rush over, so he specially sent someone to compete for martial arts tests. Unexpectedly, Wang Maoru didn't play with you at all, and directly rejected Li Jinglin and asked him to write a suicide note, which made Li Jinglin scream.

Gao Jianou was waiting for his wife, children and father-in-law to return to Heilongjiang at this time. He first went to Luo Hao's intelligence office to report, and later came to Wang Maoru. When Wang Maoru saw him back, he was very happy. He thought that someone had dealt with Li Jinglin. He greeted him and said, "Senior high school, I have a task for you."

"Master, please speak."

"You go and scare Li Jinglin, don't hurt his life. He doesn't know you, just say that you can make friends with martial arts."

Gao Jianou asked Wei Dongling again and recently, and learned that Li Jinglin had done this. He sneered, so he took Monk Wen and the third lady to Li Jinglin's military camp, saying that he had long admired Li Jinglin's famous name and was coming to visit and discuss. But Li Jinglin's guards said that they were discussing inside, so they took them into the military camp. Gao Jianou was stunned. He went in now, why was the same as the theater, and the military camp was so loose, how could he fight?

The three of them took big strides and walked in. They saw many people surrounding a field. A tall Russian strongman was shouting in Russian. Li Jinglin's men were thrown aside and smashed to the ground and fainted. The Russian strongman knew the importance of this. This was not a fight. If someone killed someone, it was hard to explain. Gao Jianou asked what was going on. Some people said that it turned out that Li Jinglin was causing trouble.

It turned out that Li Jinglin asked to fight Wang Maoru, but was teased by Wang Maoru, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he made a big fist and a big fist. He wrote to Wang Maoru on purpose and wrote a letter to him. He didn't expect that there was a good thing and he spread the news to Binjiang Prefecture (Harbin). The Russian strongman thought that he was the first fist and a big fist outside the pass. I, the Russian wrestler, will meet you, the first outside the pass, so this challenge. Li Jinglin didn't recruit Wang Maoru, but he provoked the Russians. He really lost the rice.

Gao Jianou led his two subordinates to watch the excitement. Seeing that everyone was not successful, Li Jinglin wanted to go to the stage by himself. He was quickly pulled by the adjutant. Not to mention that as the chief of staff, Li Jinglin led thousands of soldiers, even though he was over 40 years old, how could he compete with the Russian strongman in his twenties on the stage? As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of being strong. Although Li Jinglin is very skilled in martial arts, Li Delin, as the chief of staff of the Heilongjiang Army, was busy with official duties and did not have time to spend practicing martial arts. Li Jinglin shouted angrily: "If the old lady Li is here, why worry about being so embarrassing?"

The Russian strongman took off his shirt, revealing his solid muscles and body hair, and his body was covered with curved golden retrievers like an unevolved gorilla. He howled and slapped his body, and the Russian language in his mouth was speechless. The Chinese translator on the side also changed his face and closed his mouth.

Gao Jianou walked to the translator and asked, "What did this foreign devil say?"

The translator saw that he was not from the Beiyang Army and thought it was someone Li Jinglin found, so he advised, "Mr., don't go up. This man is a murderer in Russia. He escaped from the Far East. He was valued by Horvat, the director of the Central East Railway. He killed ten lives in Russia. This man, don't be like him. It's important to save his life. Do you think of those people on the ground? Although he is not dead, he probably will be disabled in the future. Oh... this Russian is so fucking powerful."

Gao Jianou said coldly: "What the hell did he say?"

The translator sighed and said, "He said we Chinese cannot do it."

"Just say this?"

The translator looked at him and smiled bitterly: "No need to say anything else, you can see this master, why bother ask?"

Monk Wen said, "Amitabha, why should the donor speak nice things to foreigners?"

"You monk, I'm really wronged to death." The translator said angrily, "When did I say good things to the foreign devils? I am a translator for the foreign devils, not to support my family. I have old men and young men. Do you think I'm willing to do this job as a grandson?"

Gao Jianou patted him and said, "Monkey, don't talk nonsense, you go up and try it."

"Okay." Wen monk was also a tall man, wearing a monk's robe. Everyone had seen him long ago. He was one head taller than the people around him. It was very obvious, but he didn't know who this person was. The monk jumped onto the ring. At this time, everyone saw a tall monk jumping onto the stage and cheered. Someone shouted: "Master, hurry up and deal with this old Russian. It's so fucking arrogant." China had a long time since the world made Shaolin statement, which caused a misunderstanding, that even those with bare heads could fight, so he placed his hope on him.

"Fuck this turtle grandson to death."

The Russian strongman spoke to Monk Wen. He couldn't even recognize the word "Mr. Wen" and could not understand foreign languages. He looked at Gao Jianou awkwardly. Gao Jianou cursed, "Not that complicated, tell him this." Then he stretched out his middle finger. This is a common swearing language all over the world. No matter which ethnic group is mute, it can understand the meaning. Monk Wen shook his head and said, "Amitabha, not good, no, how can monks be so vicious." Then he looked at the Russian strongman, and suddenly stretched out his two middle fingers. Many Chinese soldiers laughed. The Russians suddenly understood what they meant and screamed in anger.

Li Jinglin saw a monk wearing a monk's robe jumping onto the stage from afar. He became curious and said, "Who is this person?" The guard then ran over in embarrassment and said, "Three people want to come and challenge you, Chief of Staff, these three are." Li Jinglin also smiled bitterly. It seems that the big banner really cannot be hung around. It not only attracted Russians, but also attracted people from Green Forest.

I saw the monk breathing a breath and put it in his belly. This breath is the essence of hard qigong. As long as the qi does not dissipate, the whole body will be like iron. It is very difficult to practice this breath. To truly achieve this breath, you must abandon the miscellaneous thoughts such as greed, anger, and ignorance. The most important thing is to have a baby skill. Although the gentle monk likes wine and meat, he is a handsome monk who has passed the sausages in the Buddha's heart like Ji Dian. His baby skill has not been broken. If he lifted it up in one breath, he will naturally be unable to beat it.

The Russian posed for a boxing look and suddenly hit the Wen Monk Wen with a hook punch. The Chinese man was not moving at all. The Russian strongman was shocked and jumped away and happened to avoid Wen Monk Wen's kick. The Russian relied on nothing more than tall figure, strong strength, fierce punches, and agile body. In addition, he would not feel any pain in ordinary people hit him three times, and he would knock him down with one punch. Now he suddenly encountered such a person who was not afraid of being beaten. How could he not surprise the Russian strongman?

Monk Wen was no less tall than the Russians, and he was also wearing hard qigong as a foundation. After feeling the power of the Russians, he thought to himself that it was just that. At this time, the Russians suddenly shouted and shouted, and Monk Wen couldn't understand it, so he took advantage of the time he shouted and stepped forward and hit the Russians' protective arm three times. The Russians were beaten back three times and almost fell off the ring. Suddenly, many Lanzhou soldiers in the audience cheered.

"Monk, beat him to death, beat him to death."

"Monk, kill him."

"Blow him." Well, it turns out that there is another person from Beijing.

Monk Wen stared at the Russian strongman, and the Russian was also angry and rushed up. The two of them pushed each other together, and they both fought each other with their hands, comparing strength. This strength was even more true. The Russians were born with divine power, and Monk Wen was even more possessed. Now they pressed each other together, and the two took root under their feet and sank the wooden stake half an inch.

Everyone who praised him did not dare to speak out. Li Jinglin practiced internal martial arts. Although he had not mastered his skills, he was also famous. At this time, he suddenly saw such hard qigong and couldn't help but stand up nervously and clench his fists.

Monk Wen gradually exerted his strength, and the Russian strongman relied on his body and gradually lost to the enemy. Everyone also saw that the Russians had shown a defeat, and they all stared at the moment when the monk defeated the Russians.

At this time, the Russian strongman followed him. The Russian official frowned. After thinking about it, he reached into his arms and took out a hand and aimed at the monk on the ring while no one was paying attention. Although everyone was staring at the ring, someone was watching all directions. This person was the third lady who was a swordsman. Seeing that the Russian official raised his gun, he pulled out a whip and hit it. The third lady's whip was different from others. Others' whip was at most one meter long, but the third lady hid three whip in his cloak. It was because of these three whips that the woman was called the third lady. One of these three whips was a nine-section whip that was one and a half meters long. The hand often used was a three-meter long snake-skin whip, and the flying fire meteor whip was a nine-meter long. The tip of the braid was a small axe. The third lady would never use this flying fire meteor without helping her.

As a woman, her intuition is naturally more sensitive than ordinary people. At this time, she suddenly saw the Russian official raise a gun. Before she could call Wen, she took out the Flying Fire Meteor and flew over according to the wrist of the Russian. The two of them were separated by many soldiers. The soldiers only felt a white light in front of them, and then heard a scream of "ah" and a gunshot of "bang". The Russian official's wrist was cut off by the Flying Fire Meteor.

The gunshot did not hit the monk, and the bullet also flew into the sky. The gunshot not only did not scare the monk, but instead scared the Russian strongman. After this fright, the strength disappeared. The Russian strongman was suddenly pushed to the ground by the monk. The monk immediately punched the Russian strongman three times in the chest, then grabbed the Russian's neck and belt and raised it. He threw it hard at the stone pier under the ring, and thudded it to the usual day with a thud.

The stone pier where the sergeant was practicing strength was also broken and broken. It was like a bowling ball thrown out, hitting a full shot. At this time, Monk Wen slowly turned around and saw the Russian official holding his wrist, shouting: "Thief, monk, I will kill you!" Then he rushed over with three or two strides. The Chinese assistant beside the Russian official reacted and rushed up to stop it, but made Monk Wen slap aside and faint. To be continued...
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