"Come... urge..." Amid the applause, Gerz slowly retracted his hands, his legs gently put together, and made a perfect ending action.

The audience felt good when they watched it, and applause came everywhere and cheered for him.

The players on China must have been in a certain mood, and the applause became scattered, which sounded not very comfortable. Zhu Shuai was anxious and immediately stood in front of them, pretending to be angry and shouted: "What's wrong with you? Do you still have some international friendship? How good are the three brothers punching? Hurry up, I see who won't applaud."

After saying this, he immediately turned his head and explained to La Linhan and others with harmless smile: "Brother, Lao Lin, my colleagues are just a newcomer. It's hot this day, and my mind is still confused. The reaction is half a beat slower. Oh, alas, that big guy, it's your place..."

After hearing his explanation, La Linhan felt a little uncomfortable just now, but now it disappeared all of a sudden. He was sighing in his heart that this tall and fat man was so understanding that he kept applauding and not saying that, he even called his own people to perform.

With Zhu Shuai's cool gesture, Major Sharav came over in his military water truck.

In front of everyone, Sha Quancai walked to the front of the car with great strides, and some people clasped their fists at the surrounding audience, and said loudly:

"Dear friends, my colleagues, my name is Sha Quancai, from the Chinese Riot Defense Team. I come to work on peacekeeping. It is not possible to do without good kung fu. I will perform a steel bar, iron bone, golden bell cover, silver spear, and throat pierce..."

Sha Quancai stood there, facing the front of the car, moved his hands easily, and waved to the side very casually. The Nigerian soldier hesitated to look at him, but he didn't react for a moment. Zhu Shuai immediately looked at him with certainty and said, "Friend, use your gun as props, no."

As he said that, Zhu Shuai pushed him to Sha Quancai and handed him over the gun with confidence: "No, the gun stab is well maintained. Come and see if your gun stab is hard, or my buddy's throat is hard!"

When the Nigerian soldier handed the gun to Sha Quancai trembled, his hands trembled slightly, and then sweat dripped down his forehead, and he said in disbelief: "Really? Use it, insert the gun into the throat, that's the throat..."

"Oh, that guy, you're not so stingy, you just need a gun for a while, why are you still reluctant to borrow it?" Sha Quancai shouted at him with excitement in his eyes.

In front of everyone, few of these people except the Chinese have seen such skills, so they couldn't help but concentrate on watching. Some of them used to watch magic, probably wondering if there was something tricky or some skills, those who lowered their heads, faced their faces, and others communicated with each other. In short, no one believed in Sha Quancai, who used some parts of his body to compete with the gun.

"God, that guy must not poke a hole..." Major Lalinhan wrapped his hands around him, and there were many soldiers around him, and he laughed a little.

His statement actually refers to everyone's thoughts. Although the soldiers did not say it clearly, their faces were all filled with expressions waiting for a tragedy.

"Mr. Major, look..." Gers quickly walked to Lalinhan with a compassionate expression on his face, and asked in great fun.

When he and Larlinghan took their eyes back from Long Wei, they seemed to see Charles again. The two seemed to have reached a certain consensus: they should still make a show at this time, and they seemed to be very humanitarian.

So, after Major Lalinhan and Gers whispered, Gers came to Longwei and expressed their concerns and persuasion: Although both sides were performing programs, the Chinese team members were too dangerous to perform at any time, so it was recommended not to do so. Asan had already agreed with the soldiers that if the program was removed, they would try not to make a fuss.

"Come on?" Long Wei's lips curled a sneer that others could not notice. After immediately returning to his original state, he said firmly:

"Please tell you Lalinhan, winning or losing is not important. The performance is to liven up the atmosphere. Whoever loses will learn some kung fu..."

In a hot and irritable weather,

In the eyes of no one believed it, Sha Quancai gently shook the automatic rifle in his hand. He felt that the weight was appropriate, so he raised the gun and showed it to everyone. The bright gun stab was extremely hard, with a dazzling cold light, and looked extremely scary.

When the audience in the middle and outside were swimming on him, someone finally said worriedly: "Don't you see it yet? He wants to use his neck..."

Everyone at the scene knew that the importance of the neck and other places was different. That place was a key part of the body and the most likely place to be fatal.

These did not affect Sha Quancai's performance at all. He put the gun in his hand and tried it, aimed the butt stock at the truck bumper, grabbed the handle of the gun, and then pointed the gun at his throat...

Before he knew it, Zhang Xiaohuai stood beside Harimu. Seeing that he was very dedicated to watching, he took the opportunity to fan the flames and said, "Brother, do you think he can do it?"

"Okay, what's it? I think he's just a lunatic. I've never seen such a desperate performance kung fu." Second Lieutenant Harim said without hesitation. When he turned to see that it was Zhang Xiaohuai, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes and immediately regained his rationality and asked: "Oh, my friend, what do you mean? Are you not worried about him?"

Zhang Xiaohuai smiled faintly, pinched his chin, and said with an unfathomable look on his face: "I am known as Master Zhang, a master of Quanzhen Taoism. I know this kind of kung fu. I also teach him this. I usually go around when I have time to see if anyone wants to learn real kung fu..."

"He, ah? What you taught? Really..." Harimu looked at Zhang Xiaohuai with questioning. It seemed that Zhang Xiaohuai was no longer the Zhang Xiaohuai just now. He suddenly became mysterious and tall, but he still couldn't believe it. He looked at him repeatedly, and seemed to be looking for some symbols to see if he could match the title of Master Zhang, the master of Quanzhen Taoism.

At this moment, the scene suddenly became silent.

Hari Mu immediately looked up and saw that Sha Quancai had already stood up with his bow, and he threw one hand behind him casually, holding the three-edged gun in the other hand, his face relaxed and relaxed, his eyes were staring at the car body, and then his face slowly became solemn.

That's right, the sharp gun stabbed his throat!

These people at the scene were either military or police. Who had never played real guns and ammunition? The sharp gun stabbed, let alone killing the enemy, was just a careless training. If you scratch somewhere, you would immediately be covered in flesh and blood. This guy actually stuck it in his throat. Isn’t this asking for death?

Just as Harim opened his eyes like everyone else and almost held his breath, he saw Sha Quancai bounced his waist gently, and his legs slowly moved forward with force. The car body weighing several tons slowly, slowly, slowly, walked forward...

Now, everyone's eyes are focused on two focus points on the scene, one is Sha Quancai's throat. Everyone is paying attention to it, and they are worried that it may be broken at any time. The other is the heavy car body, and they are all thinking about how a gun can push it up!

Ten seconds!

Twenty seconds!

The audience looked silently, and looked at the car body and throat, that is, Sha Quancai's throat that looked no different from ordinary people, and kept watching the car as it slowly moves evenly. Suddenly, Zhu Shuai shouted in a hearty and translucent voice: "Ten meters away, the challenge is successful!"

His voice was loud and powerful, but no one seemed to hear it, and they were still immersed in the exciting and exciting, which made Zhu Shuai feel a little embarrassed. So he walked to Sha Quancai, looked around the audience, raised his hands gently, shook it, and shouted reminder: "Oh, alas, everyone, don't just look at it. It's almost done. If you feel that it's OK, give some applause..."

One second!

Three seconds!

The audience who woke up from the thrills stretched out their hands and started slapping them without hesitation, and all kinds of cheers were endless, one wave higher than another.

Immediately afterwards, many people of different skin colors rushed to Sha Quancai. Some called the Chinese Kung Fu, some called the Chinese martial arts master, and many held their mobile phones and took photos from different sides.

Harimu was crowded in the crowd and had just taken a few photos. He was happily holding them in front of him to see the effect. Zhang Xiaohuai beside him said lightly:

"This Sha Quancai

, I am in good condition today, but I have finally mastered the key points I have taught. I just don’t know that my two-stick kill on the battlefield can still learn so quickly?”

"What? Master Quanzhendao, you, are you who are more powerful than him?" Gerz's extremely excited face turned around and suddenly became modest and pious.

"Friend, I see that you have a handsome bones and good looks. Cough, your eyes... You are also focused on gathering your eyes. You are just a little too tall, which has a little impact..." Zhang Xiaohuai conducted a professional review of Harim's appearance according to the tricks taught by his master Zhu Shuai. He found that his eyes were the same as himself and almost said something missed when he was young, and he felt a little regretful about his height.

After finishing the show, Harimu was about to ask him what is a mysterious battlefield deadly nunchaku. Compared with the golden bell-covered silver spear-stinging magical skill, Zhang Xiaohuai smiled mysteriously at him, glanced at the crowd around him, gave him a very optimistic look, and then quietly walked out of the crowd and walked towards the place where there were few people behind the truck.

After a while, when Long Wei and the others watched Zhang Xiaohuai holding two sticks, tied them with combat boots and shoelaces in the middle, they were secretly teaching Harim, who was wearing a Kung Fu suit, they couldn't help but feel it was fun and stood there and observed quietly.

At this time, Zhu Shuai walked over from afar with a confident and elegant eight-character step, and chased him angrily and said, "Dalong, my magical skills are all created by my own martial arts. Although they are very famous in Southeast Asia, they are still quite far from world-class martial arts. They are not humane. Don't watch it, I can't afford to be a coach for me. In this way, you go back to the team headquarters to see..."

After he said this, Long Wei felt that his thoughts were clear just now, but now he was fooled by him and felt like he was covered in mist. I really don’t know how he wanted to teach Harim.

Is it a sincere professor, and then bringing the distance between the two sides?

Or should we take the opportunity to show our true skills and completely convince Lalinhan's people?

It seems that I can only wait for the answer to the mystery to be revealed slowly.
Chapter completed!