Before the audience could recover from their shock, an even more shocking scene appeared on the stage. Long swords with cold gleams were suddenly drawn out from behind everyone. Like ancient swordsmen, the swords were twirled in their hands.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of metal being unsheathed was crisp, but the audience could only feel their hair standing on end.
When the last swords were sheathed, the people in the square formation had no intention of leaving the stage. Instead, they parted to make space in the middle.
Then, the lights shone on the group of Chinese musicians. The pipa solo turned into a low and melodious chord. A kind of Buddhist music that could cleanse one's soul rang out, making the murderous atmosphere on the stage seem a little softer.
Below the stage, LAPD Chief Tommy carefully wiped the cold sweat off his temples. If his colleagues hadn't been there, he would have thought that Henry, who didn't like him, had taken the opportunity to kill him.
Before Sergeant Tommy fainted from his exhaustion, he was already in a greater state of shock.
Master Guolin was dressed in a dazzling golden kasaya. He swung the big bricks in his hands to the left and right of the Shaolin Temple monks, who were bare-chested and had already gone up the stage while standing in a horse stance.
“HO！！！”
The screams from below because of this dangerous action came to an abrupt end when everyone saw the result.
The bricks were smashed into powder, and the two Shaolin monks shook the dust off their heads as if they had been scratched by someone. As if nothing had happened, they turned around and walked to the back of a brick wall that was half the height of a person that the staff had moved over.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Brick after brick, every brick was smashed into smithereens. The interval between the collisions was so short that it actually created a dazzling scene.
The so-called knowledgeable people below the stage all had the same expression on their faces. Their eyes were bulging out, and their mouths were slightly open. They couldn't control themselves.
Some of them picked up the wine glasses on the table and poured it into their mouths to calm down.
"Puff!!!"
Unfortunately, the alcohol did not bring them any good luck. Instead, it contributed to their nasal cavities, struggling for a while before spurting it out.
Because once the Shaolin Temple disciple finished displaying Iron Head Skill, someone had already picked up a cold and sharp spear by the side and stabbed his own throat.
Whoosh.
The spears made of soft wooden rods had been compressed into an oval shape by the monks' throats, and the sharp spear tips seemed to have encountered the greatest obstacle. They were unable to penetrate the monks' throats at all.
The police officers below the stage had already entered a state of horror from the initial sluggish state.
That kind of inconceivable panic and the urgent need to be comforted by others caused the people below to start discussing.
"God, what did I just see!"
"Chief Henry, is this your reminder to the American police? Superhumans have appeared in our country? "This person must have read too many Superman comics.
"I see. This is to remind us to be more vigilant when dealing with criminals in Asia. It's very difficult to hurt them with conventional weapons."
"That's right. If you encounter a powerful Asian, try to get a headshot when you don't know the strength of both sides."
One of the guys, whose first mission was the glory of the police, disagreed with them.
"No, Chief Henry, these are special trainers that you invited for us. With their training, the combat ability of our police officers will rise to a new level."
"In the future, the enemy is weak, and we are strong. Swish, swish, swish! That is the fate of being captured without putting up a fight. "
"Thank you! Thank you, Chief Henry. I will remember your kindness! "
Chief Henry helplessly glanced at the police officer who had fought with smugglers on the Mexican border. Why didn't he know that this person's IQ was low?
However, his proposal was really feasible. Training his own police officers in China's fighting skills could also improve their ability to survive, right?
While Chief Henry was carefully considering the feasibility of this idea, the Shaolin Temple monks on the stage stopped their performance the moment the Buddhist music came to an abrupt end.
Then, he and the other members of the dojo retreated to the backstage in an orderly manner as they played a song that was as profound as a mountain and flowing water.
The lights on the empty stage finally converged at one point. A circular white halo illuminated the half-height wooden stage, making it seem a little more peaceful for some reason.
A huge white screen was pushed to the front of the stage by two American girls in red. Finally, Qin Guan, who had been invited by Chief Henry to perform, stood in the center of the stage.
He was wearing a white martial arts suit made by Yin Changtao, a designer under his company. The traditional outfit was covered with a layer of gorgeous clothes.
The silver embroidery pattern was reflected in the most low-key details. The cluster of pine needles was as flourishing as a hundred flowers in full bloom.
The toggle-and-loop buckle in front of her chest was embroidered using a hollowed out embroidery technique, twisting the lotus flower into a handsome and elegant shape.
Of course, such a detail would be too much of a pity for the uncouth people below the stage, but the bamboo brush in the hands of the person on the stage, which was half the height of a person, was undoubtedly a direct hit to people's hearts.
The blue porcelain plate with a cloisonne pattern and a pool of ink in the middle were Qin Guan's performance tools.
Accompanied by the increasingly ethereal zither, Qin Guan held the brush in his hand and began to move around on the stage.
One horizontal stroke, one vertical stroke, one horizontal stroke, one horizontal stroke, one horizontal stroke, one horizontal stroke.
After a while, Qin Guan's ink was left on the white rice paper screen.
"Eliminate the Tyrant and Pacify the Good"
These four words were the best expression of China's chivalrous spirit. They were quite appropriate for the New York policemen.
Even the group of people below the stage, because of the lack of education, could not understand the meaning of these four words at all, let alone know that such a calligraphy work was full of humanistic style.
However, what they saw didn't lie to them. The inexplicable beauty of the calligraphy still remained in the hearts of the policemen.
Cleansing the evil Qi and cultivating one's character.
One active, one quiet, one tense, one relaxed, this is how the Chinese conduct themselves.
Qin Guan's performance seemed to have calmed down, making people gasp in admiration and look up to him.
Therefore, these straightforward people used the most direct method to express their love for her.
"Okay!"
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