The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

[I said: I don’t have any more. 】

[Elder No. 9 of the Void Realm stared at me dimly, feeling overwhelming pressure. 】

Apprentices from the outside world, strikers from the virtual realm, masters of justice, and elders from the virtual realm are equivalent to being three levels stronger than the fearless vanguard.

Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I said: I really don’t have one, but I can contact the supplier. Tomorrow, I am willing to use 120 balls of sand sea grass in exchange for the freedom of the elf scout. 】

In the Haishixu Realm, he really didn't dare to act wild, and he was easily beaten by a group of people.

[The elder of Xujing stared at me for a long time, nodded and said: OK. 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Code".

Elder No. 9 of the Void Realm must have bad intentions.

At night, he sent Qutshalam.

Recently, the business of the White House Tavern has gradually improved, but except for a few drunkards in the town, most of the customers who come here are policemen on patrol, nearby gamblers, passers-by, etc.

Zhao Chuanxin came early in the morning and saw a few drunkards in the pergola of the yard.

He took out a recliner and sat down. Juvencio Torric ran over panting and said, "John Constantine, people from the Catholic Church have come to the town and are about to perform an exorcism ceremony for several townspeople. Do you want to come?" have a look?"

Zhao Chuanxin is keen on the things of God and God, but he doesn't believe it.

It sounds contradictory, but it is actually caused by curiosity.

He stood up: "Let's go."

When the two came to the town, the townspeople greeted him respectfully: "Don John Constantine."

In the past, who had the final say in Qut Sharan?

Camilo Toric, of course.

Now, if anything happens, there is nothing wrong with Don John Constantine.

Regarding the division of property, disputes between neighbors over land for fences, and town construction plans... they all come to Don John Constantine.

Of course, Justino handled most of it.

This guy is better at internal affairs.

Zhao Chuanxin and Juvencio Torric came to the home of Father Jose Treiros.

Zhao Chuanxin saw several people from the Catholic Church beating two women and three men with whips dipped in cold water.

The women's upper bodies were also stripped naked, and the skin on their backs was torn.

People around were talking and pointing.

Through their conversation, Zhao Chuanxin learned that the church people's whips were dipped in holy water.

Holy water is based on the same principle as the so-called "consecration" in China, both rely on chanting mantras. The difference is that in China it is a statue of a god, but here it is a cross.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the whip came down, a woman trembled all over, and she cried: "I am not possessed by the devil, I just use traditional methods to drive away evil spirits from my home..."

"You still dare to quibble..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it for a long time before he realized that what he was talking about was exorcism. This was clearly beating up heretics.

The five people were extremely miserable.

Jose Treiros didn't say a word, but his face turned a little blue. It was obvious that he did not agree to this.

Among the five people, a woman saw Zhao Chuanxin, and she seemed to grasp a life-saving straw: "Don John Constantine, show mercy and save us..."

The man in the church suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with lightning eyes: "Are you a Catholic?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and shook his head: "No."

"Then what do you believe?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring and thought for a while: "Believe in Taoism, Zen, and the Code of the Old Gods. Some people also respect me as the God of Time and Space. So, you see..."

Church staff: “…”

His expression suddenly changed, and he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Catch him, he is possessed by the devil!"

Two church personnel walked toward Zhao Chuanxin aggressively.

The crowd was in an uproar and retreated.

The church is not easy to mess with, but is Don John Constantine a good-tempered person?

Sure enough, when the two men approached and just stretched out their hands, Zhao Chuanxin used his palm as a knife, and struck the throats of the two church members first, striking each of them.

The two men's eyes bulged, they covered their necks and staggered back, then fell down at the same time.

Plop...

Zhao Chuanxin continued to smoke with a smile, as if he was not the one who did it.

The church official pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You dare to hurt people in our church, you are finished..."

Two big-bodied nuns with round waists came over carrying fat skirts, with ferocious faces, and shouted as they walked: "Holy Virgin Mary, you heretic are captured immediately, otherwise..."

Zhao Chuanxin bent his elbows, hoisted his neck, and raised his knees.

boom.

A nun first bent over involuntarily, and then was bounced up by a knee and fell backwards.

Lying on the ground motionless.

The other nun's harsh voice suddenly stopped and she backed away in shock.

In the crowd, someone was holding a woodcutter and seemed to be going out to work. He passed by to see the excitement.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly grabbed the back of the knife and snatched it away. He changed the knife to another handle. The knife rotated 180 degrees in the air. Zhao Chuanxin accurately grasped the handle of the knife and walked seven meters away in one step. The knife penetrated the grandmother's back. , coming out through the chest.

laugh……

"hiss……"

The crowd around him took a breath.

He would kill anyone he said, even people from the church.

Zhao Chuanxin looked like a normal person and dusted off the cigarette ashes with his index finger: "Do you know whose territory this is?"

The church member was trembling, but his words were firm: "The church is the foundation of this country, and Diaz recognizes it..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly: "There are two periods in Quite Shalan, one is when I didn't come, and the other is when I came. I am the King Fa here."

In the first half of the last century, many high-ranking officials in Mexico joined the Freemasons because they drove away the Spanish and Spain embraced Catholicism.

Therefore, they are anti-clerical.

However, when Díaz came to power, he retained the anti-ecclesiastical ordinance of 1857 but did not enforce it. Instead, he established a tacit understanding with the Catholic Church.

Therefore, the clergy of the Catholic Church, like the landlords and evil gentry, would sometimes seize farmers' land, and even exclude and beat pagans.

The church member's eyes widened: "It's really lawless..."

Zhao Chuanxin walked slowly closer and looked down at him: "Yes, it's just lawlessness. How can I treat him?"

The church staff suddenly grabbed the big cross he was carrying by the head, pulled out a dagger and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin did not retreat but instead advanced, turning slightly sideways, wrapping his arms around his hands and pocketing his chin with his free hand.

Click.

The church member's jaw was dislocated, his neck was stretched back and his muscles were stretched. It was painful, but he could not open his mouth and made a "wow" sound from his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and elbowed.

This is the ear-hanging elbow in Bajiquan, but the puppet fighting technique emphasizes planning before taking action, recognizing the strength of the enemy and ourselves, and fighting with confidence. It emphasizes absolute power and speed, and requires ultimate lethality.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin missed a defensive move and just hit the elbow.

Click.

The church personnel's body arched like a prawn and flew backwards, knocking over three bystanders.

He fell to the ground and vomited blood, his face was like gold paper, and he couldn't survive.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked the knife stuck in the dead nanny's back. The knife spun and flew out, just in time to cut the rope that tied one of the whipped men.

"Untie them."

The man staggered up and obeyed.

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin did not plan to get too involved in Quite Shalan's affairs, but since he came into contact with Emiliano Zapata, he realized that the country was about to become chaotic, even faster than the Qing Dynasty. Then You might as well invite people to buy it, maybe it can be used in the future.

With this thought, Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away and said to the onlookers: "In Qutsalam, there is freedom of belief and personal freedom. If anyone wants to break this rule, you must learn to resist. If you can't resist, come to me." ”

After that, he patted Juvencio Torric on the head, turned around and left.

At this time, Jose Treiros said: "Don John Constantine, you will get into trouble, and the church officials will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back and said: "If God blocks the way, God will be killed; if Buddha blocks Buddha, kill Buddha."

"..."

…

Benjamin Goldberg, Zhang Zhankui and other people drifted at sea for more than thirty hours and finally arrived in Shanghai.

When they got off the boat, all the martial artists felt their legs weak.

Zhang Zhankui contacted Huo Yuanjia. When he and Huo Yuanjia joined forces, he discovered that all qualified martial arts masters from all over the country had come and gathered in Shanghai.

Zhao Chuanxin is not in the martial arts world, but the martial arts people admire him very much.

At the dinner party in the evening, everyone mingled with each other. After three rounds of drinking, their faces turned red, and everyone shouted that they wanted to look good to the foreigners.

There are three religions and nine streams in Shanghai, a mixture of dragons and snakes.

The voices of the masters here were loud, and it was inevitable that people would hear them. They spread the word to ten, and soon Opian and Oliver Burton received the news.

They inquired about the reputations of Huo Yuanjia, Zhang Zhankui, Shang Yunxiang, Sun Lutang and others, but they were not frightened.

Wow, a group of top martial arts masters in this country are here.

When it came to wielding a sword, Oliver Burton knew it all.

But Opiyin is purely strong on the outside but dry on the inside.

What is Hercules?

That's bodybuilders.

He is very strong, and ordinary people may indeed be no match for him. He can fight in ordinary fights, but he has never even fought with his life.

Using Zhao Chuanxin to become famous is just to make money.

Now when he heard that so many fighting masters were coming to fight, Opiyin was afraid.

He said to Oliver Burton: "What to do?"

Oliver Burton frowned: "Even though they are all martial arts masters, I am not afraid. I am very confident in my swordsmanship. As long as I use my sword in the ring, they will definitely not be my opponent."

Opinyin wanted to say: But I can’t.

It's just that I can't say anything like this to destroy my prestige and enhance the ambition of others.

He put it another way: "We can't beat four hands with two fists. Even if we fight on wheels, we can still be exhausted."

Oliver Burton didn't believe it: "They wouldn't be so shameless, would they?"

"That's not necessarily true. Chinese people are despicable and like to take shortcuts and use tricks. Otherwise, there would only be two of us. Why would there be so many people here?"

Oliver Burton originally wanted to meet these Chinese martial arts masters, but he hesitated when he heard this: "It's better that we hide in the British Concession, they don't dare to enter the Concession."

"Okay, let's go on stage and perform again after the news has passed. We can't make all the money in one day."

"That makes sense."

The two hid in the British Concession.

The next day, when Nong Jinsun and others went to the Apollo Cinema to find Opin, they learned that he had asked for leave.

Nong Jinsun inquired in many ways and found out that the two men had hid in the British Concession.

So he went back to discuss with his friends how to resolve the matter.

Someone suggested: "Why don't we place a bet of ten thousand gold? Those two foreigners are greedy for money and lustful, and they will definitely be attracted by the money."

Nong Jinsun is a hot-blooded middle-aged man. Hearing this, he spent his own money and pooled money with several others to set up a bonus.

However, even with the additions, Opinion and Oliver Burton were still missing.

Nong Jinsun went to the British Concession, but was stopped by the British Indian patrol at the door, warning them: "Don't make trouble, get out of here. Is the British Concession a place where you can run wild?"

Nong Jinsun went back dejectedly and told Huo Yuanjia, Zhang Zhankui and others about the matter, which made all the warriors furious.

"coward!"

"Chicken-hearted!"

"Extremely abominable!"

After flirting, he ran away and asked if you were angry?

When Benjamin Goldberg saw them cursing with their arms rolled up and their sleeves exposed, he rolled his eyes: "You are all experts, why don't we form a team and attack the British Concession?"

The cursing stopped.

Killing the Japanese, killing the foreign powers, drunkenly and boldly traveling thousands of miles, these are all scenes in movies and TV dramas.

In fact, these warriors are absolutely unwilling to cause death and will not stand under dangerous walls.

"Don't be reckless."

"No."

There was only one person, with a skinny figure, holding a big gun and said calmly: "It's not impossible."

Benjamin Goldberg knew this man. His name was Li Shuwen. He had a hot temper and always had a straight face.

It is said that if you fight with him, you will usually be killed or injured by one or two moves.

This temperament is comparable to that of his master.

Benjamin Goldberg was just kidding.

He saw that these people were very skilled and well-known, but they used words more than actions, so he deliberately made fun of them.

Comparing them with their master, there is a huge difference.

Benjamin Goldberg said generously: "You don't have to worry. If Opinion doesn't fight, he won't fight. If you come all the way to Shanghai, all the expenses will be taken care of."

Having high martial arts skills does not mean being rich.

Benjamin Goldberg’s words made everyone sigh with relief.

But the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

At this moment, the private room door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall figure walked in.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes lit up, and he rushed over with a "pop".

"Master."

"Woof woof woof..."

"The shopkeeper..."

The martial arts masters were shocked when they heard this: "Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Chuanxin hugged Ganfan's neck, but slapped Suba.

"Everyone is here."

"..."

how to say.

The man in front of him had a cigarette hanging sideways in his mouth, his arms around the dog's neck, his playful smile was not straight, and he looked a little unruly.

It's hard to believe that this is the legendary God of War Zhao Chuanxin, and some people believe that he is a street kid.

It's better to be famous than to meet him.

But the legend about Zhao Chuanxin cannot be all false.

So everyone could only smile.

Benjamin Goldberg introduced Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, this is Master Sun Lutang, the Tiger Head Shaobao, Master Shang Yunxiangshang who conquered the world with half-step boxing, Master Liu Baichuan and Liu who are great at leg skills... …”

how to say?

If these people feel that meeting Zhao Chuanxin is not as good as being famous, then Zhao Chuanxin feels the same way.

Among these people, Huo Yuanjia is considered tall, but he is only less than 1.8 meters tall.

Shang Yunxiang is very small, but not as short as Li Shuwen.

To a greater or lesser extent, Zhao Chuanxin had heard of the reputation of these people, and even later generations of fighting enthusiasts praised them and worshiped them as gods.

Disappointed, but these people are here to help him. Zhao Chuanxin hugged his fists to save face: "I am really grateful to have help from all my martial arts comrades. Zhao also has some nicknames. He is a bit popular outside Guanwai, A flying fairy from the sky, a little black dragon with two spears and quick legs, a thunderbolt and a hunky hand, a sword without blood..."

Zhao Chuanxin broke everything down and gave out a dozen or so nicknames.

Everyone was stunned.

Let me tell you, they have heard of many of these.

For example, the nickname "Dian Hong" outside Guanwai seems to be spread in the Jilin area, "Thunderbolt Hun Yuan Shou" is spread in the Liaodong area, and the "Little Black Dragon with Two Guns and Fast Legs" is famous in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei area...

A person can only make one name in his life, but this person can make more than ten.

If what Zhao Chuanxin said is true, then this man's skills are boundless.

At this time, Li Shuwen in the corner paused his gun and said, "Mr. Zhao, have you ever practiced shooting?"

Zhao Chuanxin moved his hand behind his back, revealing a Madsen heavy machine gun.

Clicking the gun and loading it: "The gun, Zhao got a little profit."

"This..." Li Shuwen was speechless. Is this the gun we are talking about?

The group was startled by the Madsen machine gun.

Fists, kicks and cold weapons are incomparable to this thing.

Seven steps away or within seven steps, he is no match.

Li Shuwen was a little more serious. He paused and shook the big gun: "I'm talking about this big gun."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt familiar: "My brother, he seems to be practicing the same thing as you."

Li Shuwen was surprised: "What's your brother's surname?"

"Zhao Zhongyi."

"..." Li Shuwen fell into memories: "Many years ago, when my Liuhe gun was still in its infancy, I met a little brother who was pushing a cart north, and his mother was sitting in the cart. We had similar ideas and talked. Very happy, he saw the majesty of my big spear, so he wanted to worship me as his teacher. Firstly, I was not yet mature in my skills, and secondly, I was not much older than him, so I taught him a few ways to practice the Liuhe big spear, but not as a teacher. As far as master and disciple are concerned, they are still regarded as brothers. Unexpectedly, he has a very high level of understanding, and in a short period of time, he has mastered the essence of Liuhe Daqiang. If I remember correctly, my brother is called Zhao Zhongyi. The commander of Battalion Zhao seems to be called Zhao Zhongyi, and Mr. Zhao... could it be..."

Zhao Chuanxin smacked his lips.

In later generations, Li Shuwen, the sharpshooter who was held up to the altar by Chinese martial arts enthusiasts, was actually his eldest brother?

Zhao Chuanxin bowed his hands: "Don't say anything, big brother."

"..."Li Shuwen: "No, no, I don't deserve it."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They actually became relatives.

Zhao Chuanxin was a legendary figure, but now he is tainted with fireworks.

Huo Yuanjia smiled and said: "So we are all family. Mr. Zhao, those two people, Aopiyin and Aolifu, have hidden in the concession. These rats are really hateful. Huo is willing to go on stage and teach them a lesson on behalf of Mr. Zhao, but they are turtles who shrink their heads."

"What the hell? Hiding in the concession is fine?" Zhao Chuanxin spat: "How can there be such a good thing in the world? Benjamin, you go to set the stage, tomorrow I will go to the British Concession to pull them out, and decide who is better and who is dead."

Everyone looked at each other: "..."

I Zhuo, can I still do this?

As expected of Zhao Chuanxin.

With the master, Benjamin Goldberg is never afraid of bad guys.

He immediately went out excitedly.

Since Opinion usually performed at the Apollo Cinema, the stage should be there.