Wang Bao's punch came so fast and urgent that Han Baihang could only see a fist expanding infinitely in his eyes.
Seeing that Han Baihang was inevitable, everyone couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. Zhang Ruolan held his hands in front of his chest with a worried look on his face. Zhang Xueliang and Huang Jinrong had a sneer on their lips, as if they had seen Han Baihang bleeding all over the ground.
Looks like.
There was only Zhang Inkui, sitting steadily on his chair, stroking his beard with one hand, neither happy nor angry, looking enigmatic.
Although the punch has not yet arrived, the wind has arrived, and Han Baihang can feel the actual wind, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Seeing that this punch could no longer be avoided, Han Baihang simply stopped dodging. He made a knife with his right hand and slashed towards Wang Bao's chest from an angle.
Although Wang Bao punched first, Han Baihang's knife came first. Only a few crisp sounds were heard, and Han Baihang's five fingers sank into Wang Baodi's chest. Han Baihang also felt uncomfortable, although Wang Bao's fists were less powerful due to injuries.
After a few minutes, it was still as heavy as a steel pestle.
In the eyes of everyone, they only saw Han Baihang being punched away by Wang Bao, but they did not see why Wang Bao also flew backwards.
The two of them stood up immediately after landing. Han Baihang's right eye was swollen like a walnut, and blood flowed out from the corner of his eye, while Wang Bao was holding down a mouthful of hot blood from his throat.
"Senior Wang, how about a draw in today's battle?" Han Baihang knew that the injuries he suffered were definitely not lighter than his own. There was no deep hatred between the two of them, and there was no need to continue fighting to the death.
Unexpectedly, this sentence caused an explosion in the crowd. Zhang Xueliang said with a look of disdain: "I have seen shameless people before, but I have never seen you so shameless. You are obviously going to lose, but you still say it with a shameless face."
It’s a tie, are you ashamed or not?”
Han Baihang was about to retort when a pain came from the corner of his eyes, and his words turned into a groan. Wang Bao finally suppressed the nausea in his throat with some luck, and said calmly: "Little friend, since ancient times,
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second. A martial arts competition should determine the winner, so why should we talk about a tie before asking for advice?"
Wang Bao said and put on a posture. Han Baihang looked at him holding on, his heart boiling with anger, and sneered: "Since you are not afraid of death, let's give it a try."
As he spoke, Han Baihang shook his arms and made a crisp sound. He stepped on the dragon with his feet and punched Wang Bao like a shooting star. His desperate posture shocked Wang Bao.
Wang Bao was seriously injured after being struck by Han Baihang's hand. He originally wanted to borrow the donkey from the slope, but he didn't expect that his master had spoken, so he had no choice but to hold on until the end. Who knew the bitterness in his heart?
In desperation, he could only take a strong breath, step on the Bagua, and prepare to fight Han Baihang. As soon as the two approached, Han Baihang's fist had already reached Wang Bao's face, and Wang Bao's voluptuous foot also reached Han Baihang's crotch.
Zhang Renkui suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
The voice was loud and powerful, and the two of them stopped what they were doing, glanced at each other, and found that each other was secretly relieved.
"Both of you are top-notch masters. Today's competition is just for fun, and there is no need to fight for life or death." Zhang Renkui turned to the butler behind him and said: "Go ahead and give the two of you fifty dollars!"
The two of them got Dayang and saluted and thanked Zhang Renkui. Zhang Renkui patted the chair and laughed and said, "We have finished watching the martial arts show. Jin Rong, I heard that you brought the famous Shanghai actor Lu Lanchun?"
Huang Jinrong did not expect that Zhang Renkui would call him so affectionately in public. He was flattered for a moment and said in a panic: "Yes, I asked her to wait behind."
"I heard that Mr. Lu Lanchun is a great performer. I have admired him for a long time. Come with me to the theater."
The crowd gathered around Zhang Renkui and walked towards the backyard. The backyard was already filled with banquets and banquets. In front of it was a high platform, on which an old lady was singing an opera.
As soon as Huang Huangrong arrived in the backyard, he went straight to the front desk and called for the class leader. The class leader nodded and bowed in front of Huang Huangrong, looking extremely flattering.
The two of them said a few words, and the class leader cheered a few times to the old lady on the stage, and the old lady also got off the stage.
Zhang Renkui sat at the head of the table alone, with Zhang Xueliang and Huang Huangrong waiting on the left and right. Wang Bao had disappeared and went down to treat his injuries.
Han Baihang was also about to leave, but Zhang Ruolan held him back. Zhang Ruolan looked at Han Baihang's injuries and asked with concern: "How are you? Are you seriously injured?"
Han Baihang smiled politely, withdrew his hand and said, "It's okay, I'll just go apply some medicine on the wound and it'll be fine."
As he said that, Han Baihang was about to leave, as if he was running away from something, and he didn't know. Zhang Ruolan looked at Han Baihang's fleeing figure and was puzzled. He was about to go up and ask what happened, but was stopped by Zhang Renkui: "Ruolan
, come here quickly!”
Zhang Ruolan had no choice but to come to Zhang Renkui's side with doubts, smiling as always, waiting for Lu Lanchun's appearance.
As soon as Han Baihang arrived at the courtyard gate, there were bursts of exclamations behind him. He stopped involuntarily and wanted to look back but did not dare to.
After hesitating for a long time, the drums and gongs rang together, and a clear and melodious female voice came. Han Baihang immediately stood there as if he was electrocuted, turned around in a daze, and a strange but familiar figure appeared in front of him.
For a moment, Han Baihang forgot time, space, and even himself. There was only the sound like the fluttering butterflies in his eyes, and the clear sound of the empty valley in his ears.
At this moment in heaven and earth, the bright moon and green light are reflected.
Lu Lanchun is indeed a famous actor, with graceful figure and melodious singing voice. People belatedly looked at the beautiful figure on the stage, and for a moment they forgot to cheer and applaud. It seemed that they had even forgotten to breathe.
Han Baihang held the door of the courtyard and stared blankly at Lu Lanchun. For some reason, his heart felt like it was being rubbed hard by a big hand. Not willing to knead it into fine powder, he decided to light a fire and burn it clean.
Just when Han Baihang was looking at Lu Lanchun infatuatedly, he didn't see a single glance falling on him thoughtfully, with a knowing smile on his lips.
After singing the song at the end of the night, everyone reacted and cheered loudly. Lu Lanchun saluted the audience and was about to leave the stage when he saw a familiar figure coming out of the courtyard. Lu Lanchun was stunned for a moment.
, and then walked off the stage like a butterfly.
"It's really good. The tone is loud and the performance is steady. He is worthy of being a famous actor of his generation. Good! Good! Good!" Zhang Renkui said three good words in succession, stroking his hands and laughing.
Huang Huangrong hurriedly came over and said with a shy chubby face: "Master, if you like it, how about I buy the troupe and give it to you every day?"
Zhang Renkui waved his hand and said: "No, no, this is just a taste. If you taste it in your mouth every day, it will have no taste. Hey, why hasn't this Baihang come yet? Laifu, go and have a look."
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But Han Baihang walked out of the backyard in despair. As soon as he raised his head, a black shadow flew past his eyes. The black shadow disappeared in a flash. The word "thief" appeared in Han Baihang's mind, and he stretched out his body to chase the thief.