The First Chaos In History

After entering the VIP table, seeing Lu Junyi and the others sitting there long ago, I complained and didn't call me when I left. "

Wu Yong smiled and said, "You put those signs all over the place like ghost-expelling talisman, why are we embarrassed to disturb you...you?"

I laughed awkwardly, nodded Ni Siyu's head and said, "If you have time to read more, don't mess with these people. Did you drink again yesterday?"

Ni Siyu said innocently: "What are you doing, I just came!"

I found out that she did not call Zhang Shun and the others. Sitting next to her was a person with pale face and weak body. Between her eyes, it turned out to be Zhao Bai’s face. Next to him, Jing Ersha held his hand. Semiconductor, the heads of the two are attached to it, showing the smile of an idiot like an angel...

I wondered: "Xiao Zhao, why are you here?"

Jing Ke smiled and said, "I asked him to come."

"How did you inform him?"

Master Li interjected: "I helped him call Uncle Zhao."

I asked Zhao Bailian: "Did you come here?"

Zhao Bailian shook his head slowly, then made a gesture of shaking his arms and said, "I use it to run!" Jing Ke smiled happily, and put his arms around Zhao Bailian's shoulders.

The relationship between two fools is really good!

There are more than 60 teams registered for the group martial arts performance. The organizing committee has to finish the line and time is tight. Therefore, while one team is performing, 4 teams are required to prepare at the designated venue. The 300 soldiers of the Yuejia Army have already Ranked last in the team preparing to perform, almost on the stage. I beckoned at them from a distance. The soldiers had strong eyesight and all looked here. Xu Delong smiled at me. Yan Jingsheng was by his side. In the neat team, Li Jingshui greeted me mischievously. I don’t know where to learn the beautiful ceremony.

I secretly sighed: It’s still 300. Discipline is really the life of a unit. This squad has a total of 300. All of them died in battle. Not to mention surrender. There was not even a deserter. The average loyalty should be above 99.8. Now they Dressed to buy from Black Widow>.: Fresh, HP is full, I really can’t bear to leave them.

I squeezed away Ni Siyu who was sitting in the front row and grabbed her binoculars to look at the current performance team. Ni Siyu was about to show his ferocious qualities and retaliate to me. He saw Xiang Yu and took his arms in pitiful tears. Said coquettishly: "Big brother, Xiaoqiang bullied me..."

The group performing the show happened to be the Jingwu Free Fighting Club upstairs. I don’t know what to say about the Jingwu Sect created by Huo Yuanjia. It may be a re-pass, re-pass and re-pass disciple that is barely worthwhile. Open, the master printed on their shoulders, 7 points like Bruce Lee, 3 points like Donnie Yen, wow, yelling like thunder, kicking the sky, quite powerful.

I saw that they had more than 20 people running on the stage quickly, after a few fists, the horse stood up in a squat position, another one took a few steps to fly on this person’s shoulder, and the other one took dozens of steps and flew to the second place. On the shoulder of the person, another person runs dozens of steps and flies on the shoulder of the third person...

Let’s make a long story short, after the Liangshan heroes have seen Master Li one by one, the work of stacking Arhats on the field has reached the eighth person, swaying straight to the sky, which is spectacular, and a dozen other people are pretending to practice boxing. Very like the eighteen arhats in "The God of Cookery".

There are two main points of this program. The first is the weight-bearing ability of the person at the bottom. This person is about 40 years old. When he was young, he was likely to have extremely strong shoulders in the ground where only one person can crawl; second; The big thing is the height. When the ninth man climbed up like an ape, the audience began to cheer and scream.

Of course, with the current human technology, it’s not surprising that people pile up to the troposphere with exhaustive high-tech measures, but the thrill is that they don’t have any insurance facilities. 9 people are piled on a line, and the top one can almost reach the troposphere. Take off the hydrogen balloons from the conference venue, and suppose a head-wrapped Indian Asan sits next to them and plays the flute. I really don't know if they will rise to the sky like a rope.

This nearly 10-meter man's ladder technique overwhelmed the audience and earned enough cheers.

Zhang Qing held the lid of the cup and said to me, "Do you think they will threaten us to win the prize, do you need me to knock down the top one?"

Wu Yong looked at the time through a telescope and said: "We must hit the bottom one..."

Zhang Qing: "When hitting the top one kills one person, hitting the bottom one will kill at least three or four, Xiaoqiang makes up his mind."

I set the binoculars to the maximum multiplier and said: "You don't need to hit it. The judges like to fight against the audience. The louder the applause, the worse."

Zhang Qing smiled: "I'm just talking about it, I basically haven't killed anyone."

In fact, our worries are superfluous. The 5 judges are not cold about this program. The chairman of the jury and the chairman of the Chinese Wushu Association nodded at the table with their fingers and looked at the next list. The other two old men were talking or laughing. I know what I’m talking about, and I’m not looking at the stage anyway, the old man is sorting his own

As for the old monk, I just meditated with my eyes down when I saw him, and he might sleep well.

After the Acrobatic Troupe went down, I couldn’t watch the next show at all. The two guys were handing guns at that one-handedly, slowly. Lin Chong praised me next to me: "These two guys are so handsome. They have made killing moves. If they are on the battlefield. There must be two capable hands." The judges also focused their attention at this time. I put the binoculars into Lin Chong's hand and said, "You can fight against the people!"

I got out of the audience and came to the front 300, patted Xu Delong on the shoulder, and asked him, "How are you preparing?"

Xu Delong nodded: "No problem."

"By the way, what are you going to perform?"

Xu Delong said: "A set of collective stick methods."

I looked at them and found a question: "Where is your stick?"

Xu Delong said: "I forgot to buy it. I thought about it. I just need to behave in a while. Anyone who is knowledgeable will definitely know what we are practicing."

I lifted a cold breath from my feet to the head, grabbed his arm, and said anxiously: "This is a martial arts performance, not a new concept composition contest. Don't you play the stream of consciousness with the judges to kill you?"

Xu Delong didn't care and said: "We have performed like this before, and Marshal Yue said it was good after seeing it!"

I jumped and said, "Your grandfather's grandfather said it's useless. There is no stick. You have to get a broom, don't you?" Speaking of broomsticks, my eyes lit up and I remembered the battle at the Tiger Hall. Lin Chong used the mop as his spear. You can also use a broomstick as a stick. It is really difficult to get 300 martial arts sticks in such a short time, but there are several local product stores outside the stadium. It shouldn’t be difficult to get 300 big broomsticks. I hurriedly pulled a few little fighters. , Gave them money and asked them to go out to purchase broomsticks, and specifically stated that they wanted the kind of long straw broomsticks, and then I simply told them: "It's the kind used for sweeping the streets—"

With just that effort, two more performance teams completed the show, and the last one was ahead of us.

I was walking around in a hurry, and now I don’t know which Peking opera actor invited by the school to perform on stage. He played the "Shizi Slope", also called "Wu Song Dadian", playing the actress Sun Erniang, dressed in black. Leather jacket, holding a whip, she looked like a queen, and the two escorts who escorted Wu Song were arranged into two small receivers... I was not in the mood to watch a very good-looking play.

After the queen stepped down, we became the performance team closest to the stage. The soldiers sent out to buy sticks have not returned. The 12 nunchaku performances on the stage are also more than halfway.

In the end, a soldier with a dozen broomsticks was long overdue, followed by the second and third. Li Jingshui was the most clever. He hired two tricycles to pull 200 at a time. I just distributed the broomsticks. The nunchakus retired, and the host motioned for 300 units.

This time is great. The soldiers who can't even deal with the broom head can only hurried into the center of the arena. Because the stage can't accommodate so many people, only Xu Delong 4 fighters lead the dance. The rest stand around the stage in a divergent manner, 300 Huang Chengcheng His big broom was erected, neat and tidy, it looked strange and spectacular.

Seeing that this is the case, I had to walk into the auditorium. The audience pointed and laughed. Someone said, "Why is the Environmental Sanitation Bureau sending a team?" A little boy next to him contemptuously said, "Dad, don't talk nonsense. This is from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said, pointing to a little warrior with a scar on his forehead, "I saw Harry Potter..."

I buried my head in my crotch (creative needs, please do not imitate) and walked back to the VIP table, only to hear Xu Delong yelling melodiously: "Qi-"

With a sound of "crash", the 300 came out of the starting position, neatly as if a piece of paper of 300 was sucked by the suction iron, and then brushed a few imaginary spots from top to bottom. A lot of wheat shook out of those Huang Yanyan's newly bought brooms. When the pole came, it swayed among the 300-level team, adding a bit of murderous air.

Xu Delong turned the broom around his waist and thrust his arms forward. The head of the broom was trembling suddenly by him. The soldiers were always slower than him in the top half of the beat, and in the next moment hundreds of broomsticks swept around and swept across the waist. , With a stabbing forward, the soldiers shouted in unison: "Kill!"

The tens of thousands of spectators in the entire stadium were shocked by this killing for a while. The closed-eyed old monk on the rostrum suddenly raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes. The other judges were originally dumbfounded by the broom, but they are sitting right now.

Xu Delong speeded up, dancing the broom impermeably, occasionally leaning it out at an angle, Xiang Yu said, "Hey, there are a few tricks that look like a king's spear."

Lin Chong said: "Well, sweeping is a stick, and a vertical point is a gun. This set of kung fu is very suitable for mass killing the enemy on the battlefield."

Isn't these 300 broomsticks the legendary weapon of mass destruction? By the way, what should I do when they finish performing so many broomsticks?

Lin Chong took a closer look at Xiang Yu at this time, clasped his fist and said, "I haven't asked for advice yet?" Lin Chong didn't go for a drink yesterday, and the heroes surrounded Master Li and asked about Yan Qing, so no one introduced the two of them.

Xiang Yu was paying attention to the performance on the field, and casually waved his hand and said, "It's easy to say, Xiang Yu."

Suddenly I thought that these two people are using guns, so I asked Xiang Yu, "Brother Yu, what is the highest level of guns you say?"

Xiang Yu casually said: "There are many murders, and winning is the highest state."

I glanced at Lin Chong, and when I remembered that he had said something similar, I couldn't help being shocked: "You two are so stinky... well, what a hero sees is similar."

Lin Chong and Xiang Yu looked at each other and smiled, and the two gun kings of the next generation agreed with each other tacitly.

At this time, the 300 moves are already not neat. It is because the moves are getting faster and faster. Most of the people present have no cultivation skills in traditional martial arts, let alone fighting on the battlefield. They are not interested when they see the moves, but There were also a few connoisseurs who gathered together and pointed at the picture. The 5 judges were indeed not covered, and looked at the court with scorching eyes.

Suddenly Xu Delong jumped up high and slammed the broom on the ground before landing. Then he lifted his handle. It looked very tricky. The other soldiers drew on the gourd. Hundreds of broomsticks fell on the ground.

I knew it was going to be broken. The playground was full of land, and they were holding big brooms for sweeping the floor. Can they not raise the soil? Hundreds of people poked and raised like this, and the dust was immediately filled with dust. Unexpectedly, there were more and more similar actions in the back. I saw Xu Delong desperately scratching the ground on the stage, and didn't know what he wanted to do.

Lin Chong clapped his hands and praised: "A good set of hooks and sickles! I just don't know why they used this set of marksmanship?" Actually, it was very simple. Liangshan broke the chain of horses and used the hooks only for a moment. Horses are more difficult to deal with, so the 300 hook and sickle gun makes it even more superb. When there is no gun, it is also very familiar to sweep the horse's legs with a stick.

…It’s just that the superb marksmanship can’t be seen anymore. The dust from hundreds of sweeping broomsticks desperately churned out 300 of them. It’s not an exaggeration to say that even if they are performing in it now, people can’t see it. Up.

At first, I could vaguely see the movement of people in the smoke and dust. In the end, I really couldn't see anything. I saw the yellow soil rolling on the playground, as if a physical monster was gradually growing.

Unfortunately, a slight east wind just happened at this time, and the wind was neither fast nor slow, which just caused the gun dust to slowly move to the podium. The audience on the podium side fled from their seats laughing and joking. 5 judges instantly. Every time is silly.

Do you say they run? Of course it was too late to run, and the audience underneath saw the jokes. What is the seriousness of this competition?

If you don’t run, more than half of the soil in the entire playground of 300 has been swept over. When the dust settles, they will put a small wooden board on their 5 original seats and write their names. That is a ready-made tomb. The state has forbidden burial for many years. 5 to be considered an exception.

At this time, the difference between believers and nonbelievers is very obvious. The old monk closed his eyes again, chanted the Buddha's name low, his face was dignified and firm, with a compassionate feeling of "I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell"; That old way, with a deep and unpredictable smile, as the saying goes, "Dao is Tao, very Tao, three lives, three lives, Zhuang Zhouhuadie..." In short, the expression is very ethereal, very ethereal; the chairman of the jury is left first. This person seems to be quite clean. Facing the oncoming sand waves, he just subconsciously covers the mouth of the teacup; the person who is the first to the right of the chairman expresses a tender feeling of sentiment in a strange way. I later learned that his home is From Inner Mongolia, the sight before him may remind him of his hometown, and the sandstorm in his hometown...

The chairman has a look around, UU reading www.uukanshu. com let out a long sigh.

The Yellow Devil, ruthlessly swallowed our beloved 5 judges...

I don’t know when the 300 stopped. Anyway, it took a long time before I could see their shadows still indistinctly. After a while, the breeze cleaned the sand around them, and the soldiers were on their heads. There was thick soil on my shoulders, but I didn’t order anyone to take a photo. I stood motionless, rarely blinking my eyes. Everyone put a pigtail on his head, exactly like the terracotta warriors and horses. I looked back to Qin Shihuang. Sure enough, I saw him staring at 300 and muttering to himself: "Whhhhhh (ripe)—"

After another long time, when the podium was calm, the fun was big. The 5 judges were just like Tao’s, 300 soil was thick, but they were moving all the time, and these few could only sit quietly. That's conceivable. They closed their eyes and didn't move. Obviously they didn't know that the dust had passed. Several staff members ran up with their laughter and pulled the judges out of the soil and changed the tablecloths. After taking a wet towel to help them restore their true colors, the judge who was holding the tea cup practiced qigong fu was really top-notch. He even took a sip from the cup. I saw him chewing for a long time like fried noodles. The monks among the few people have no troubles. Just wipe their heads with a towel. The hair of a few laymen is particularly bleak. Taoist priests are best. They have taken off their hats and put them on the table. Their long black hair is particularly dazzling.