A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

Jin Zhaoli stood on the stage and looked down at the audience.

Her eyes swept across the faces of Qian Wang Thirteen Generals and Wencai.

"Fourth Master, he definitely won't want me. If he wanted me, I wouldn't be here today."

Although Mr. Long Si is old, his behavior is that of a king.

Jin Zhaoli would be able to accept it if she followed Master Long Si.

"That gentleman over there wearing a suit and glasses, it would be great if he won"

Jin Zhaoli saw that it was Zhao Chengyou.

Among the Thirteen Kings, Zhao Chengyou is the most handsome. He is in his twenties, handsome and dashing, with the look of a young and promising man.

Much better than Chang Kun, who is the same age and has an evil look on his face.

For some reason, Panmali chose Changkun.

Of course, when it comes to handsomeness, he is far inferior to Shanghai's male god Xu Wenqiang, and is also a little worse than Shuheng.

It's also okay for Du Fei to get rid of the image of a daredevil.

In short, Zhao Chengyou stands out among this group of people.

"If any of these three people gets me, I would rather die."

The three people that Jin Zhaoli was talking about were of course Yi Wencai, Ding Youtian, and Ding Youdi, the old weird trio.

Wencai's toilet head and the Ding brothers' mushroom heads are extremely lethal to any woman.

Moreover, these three people look the most despicable. Any woman who falls into their hands will surely have a miserable end.

Especially the Ding brothers, they spoke the loudest. Standing on the stage, Jin Zhaoli could vaguely hear the two brothers saying something like "brothers are one body" and "wife..."

What are the days 1, 3 and 5? They are mine, 2, 4 and 6 are yours, and there is a meeting on Sunday.

These obscene words made Jin Zhaoli's face turn red.

"God, I'll save you one more time, please don't let it be one of these three."

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In front of the dart stage, except for Long Si who was watching, the Twelve Thousand Kings and Wencai all participated in the competition.

Originally, Panmali was not suitable to compete in the competition to win against women.

But Long Si said that if Pan Mali won, he would give something of equal value as a gift.

Pan Mali chuckled and said, "Fourth brother, if I win, I'll just take this sister. This sister will be very useful to me if I can train her."

Ma Zhui and Chang Kun both felt a tightness in their hearts.

If this girl falls into Pan Mali's hands, her fate will be even worse than if she falls into the hands of Ding who is coming with them.

Women are far more toxic to women than men are to women, and the same is true of men towards women.

Women have always made things difficult for other women.

"Let's start with five meters. If you hit the bull's eye, you can continue playing. If you don't hit it, you're eliminated. How do you think?"

Ma Zhui is the nominal boss, and since Long Si is not on the field, he sets the rules.

Darts are light and soft. The Western standard is that the player throws the dart from 2.44 meters away and hits the center of the disc.

Ma Zhui starts by shooting from a distance of 5 meters. It is difficult for a normal person to even hit the dart disc, let alone hit the center of the bull's eye to score.

Panmali was eliminated in the first round.

She is a general of the Qianmen Army, whose main job is to use beauty to please men. She is not an orthodox technical general.

"That's annoying, Brother Chang. If you win, give that sister to me."

Pan Mali gave a coquettish sound, and Chang Kun responded with a smile, neither agreeing nor refusing.

There were twelve people who hit the bull's eye in the field, and Wencai was one of them.

Five meters away, without anyone to interfere, he could concentrate freely on shooting darts.

With the mental warfare technology, you can hit the target every time.

"All of you brothers have practiced this before, so you'll have to let the little beauty wait a little longer."

Xiaoyu Frey Tiandong, who was originally a rich young man, laughed.

"Ten meters, everyone continue."

After this round, there are only six people left: Ma Zhui, Xu Dashan, Lan Ying, Chang Kun, Gu Tingkuan and Wencai.

Jin Zhaoli stood on the stage and watched Zhao Chengyou being eliminated, her heart bleeding.

Shooting a small dart ten meters away requires too much internal strength.

Zhao Chengyou has good talent, but unfortunately he is too young. If he were given another ten years, he might not be worse than Ma Zhui and others.

Fortunately, the Ding brothers who were going to come together were also eliminated.

The old weirdo is the only one left, the toilet head.

Jin Zhaoli focused her attention on Chang Kun.

Chang Kun and Zhao Chengyou are about the same age, but their looks are quite different. However, they are both young men in their twenties after all.

It would be a good match if I could go with him.

Of course, she was the tallest one among the short ones. These people were weird and had a strong gangster vibe. Many of them exuded murderous aura, so she felt uncomfortable even when she stood on the stage.

"Oh, it would be great if Master Sheng could win."

Thinking of Young Master Sheng's fair, gentle and handsome appearance, Jin Zhaoli blushed, but instantly became desperate.

If she is won over by these people, even if she sees Young Master Sheng again, she will be a broken flower.

Unlike Jin Zhaoli on the stage, everyone in the venue was still joking around.

The winner stays, and the eliminated player must drink three cups as a penalty before leaving.

For Jin Zhaoli, the stage is the key to her life, but for millions of people it is just a game.

Fifteen meters away, Ma Zhui and Gu Tingkuan were eliminated.

The two men left the scene and calmly drank three cups as punishment.

Twenty meters away, a person with normal eyesight cannot see the dart on the board.

At this distance, it is difficult to aim with a toy dart or even a slingshot, let alone hit the bull's eye.

The rest are Xu Dashan, Lan Ying, Chang Kun and Wencai.

Wencai looked at the remaining people in the field.

Lan Ying is a master of flying knives, so it's not surprising that he can join the game.

It is natural for Chang Kun to be the final big boss and join the game.

He was a little surprised that Xu Dashan was able to join the game.

In fact, Xu Dashan is quite powerful. Apart from the mysterious Chang Kun, he is the only master who can fight with Long Si.

His gambling and martial arts skills are top-notch, his only shortcoming is that he has a hot temper and cannot control his temper.

"I'll go first."

Xu Dashan stepped forward, holding a small dart with a sharp needle.

Twenty meters, the distance to shoot an arrow with a small dart depends entirely on the powerful internal strength.

This state is what is meant by "picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people".

The true Qi surges like a tide, and the Qi flows to the Dantian.

Xu Dashan's internal energy circulated throughout his body, and a stream of white energy burst out from his head and lasted for a long time.

Long Si was moved. This was a manifestation of the ultimate level of inner strength.

A streak of light and a dart rushed out with the sound of wind and thunder.

The dart pierced the solid wall, and not even the feathers could be seen. The entire arrow was embedded in the concrete wall.

Due to the internal force, it actually had the effect of a featherless arrow.

Legend has it that the flying general Li Guang once got drunk and mistook a stone tiger for a real tiger, and shot an arrow at it in a panic.

When they looked at daybreak, the arrow had sunk into the stone and no trace of its tail could be seen.

This is a featherless arrow.

When everyone in the field saw the arrow, they looked at each other in surprise.

Even Long Si didn't expect Xu Dashan to have such skills.

"Haha, I'm getting old. I'll drink three cups as punishment."

Xu Dashan’s internal strength was powerful and overbearing, but unfortunately his accuracy was not good enough and he missed the target.

This round is not about internal strength but accuracy.

So he lost.

Jin Zhaoli stood on the stage, feeling relieved that the rough-looking Xu Dashan had lost.

There are only three people on the field now, Lan Ying, Chang Kun and Wencai.

Lan Ying's face is like a crescent moon, just like the Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang in the painting, but this man is tall and has a heroic spirit.

It would be okay to marry him.

If it was Chang Kun, it would be even better. The only scary thing is that the old weirdo toilet head is still there.

"God bless, let that young man win."

Unexpectedly, just after Jin Zhaoli finished praying, Chang Kun said loudly: "I already have someone I like, I want to leave this opportunity to someone who needs it more."

Chang Kun walked to the table and drank three glasses of wine.

At a distance of twenty meters, you need to transform your internal energy into true energy.

The true energy of Baiman Mountain carries a green flavor, and Chang Kun is afraid that Maoshan disciple Wencai will recognize it.

He hasn't figured out Wencai's true colors yet, and it's not worth it to reveal his cards to a woman.

Chang Kun left, and Pan Mali threw herself into his arms like a young swallow returning to its nest.

"Honey, I love you."

The two showed their affection but no one noticed.

Everyone's attention was focused on the Blue Eagle who had just come on the court.

"Are you going to use that move? I still have the right to use three swords. I can win a wife with one sword. It's worth it!"