urban fascination

Chapter 255: Flying Knife King's Unique Skill

All the people present, except He Donghai, who was still sitting firmly on the large leather chair, silently admiring everything in front of them, and everyone else stared in astonishment. They couldn't believe that what happened in front of them turned out to be real. The presence.

Zhihao was also amazed, how could he erupt with such amazing strength?That piece of wood had already been shattered by his shocking punch, the wood seemed to have been exploded, and the ground was covered with broken pieces of wood, large and small, in a mess.

Tieta Yang was even more amazed, his iron fist just shattered the wooden plank, and the wooden plank was split into several pieces on the ground.And this kid is too amazing, the wooden plank is actually broken into pieces, which shows how much damage it has, it's like an explosion.If this punch landed on him, with his own fighting ability, he may not be able to withstand this punch that breaks rocks and cracks gold. It's too terrifying. What kind of strength is this?Tieta Yang secretly admired the devil-like magic, and then sighed secretly. It seems that these years, he has really wasted his time and energy for nothing.

Zhihao turned around and smiled at Iron Tower Yang, "Brother Yang, I admit it."

Tieta Yang still opened his eyes in amazement, and his two big eyes were shining brightly, "Little brother, at such a young age, he has such a strong skill. I really admire, admire."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Tieta Yang finished speaking, Zhihao blushed, as if something embarrassing had happened, "Brother Yang has won the award, and Zhihao also... don't know, why suddenly... he has so much strength in his hands. "

"Little brother is humble, and Lao Yang is convinced." Tieta Yang arched his hands and smiled at He Donghai again, "Boss, I'm sorry, I made a mess of your reception hall and damaged the walls. In a few days, Lao Yang asked someone to fix it for you." After speaking, he smiled innocently and sat back on the sofa, seeing that everyone was still standing in astonishment, he smiled again, "Sit down, what are you doing standing up?"

He Donghai didn't show any expression, and still looked at Zhihao with a stern face, as if the earth-shattering noise just now had never happened at all, and Tieta Yang's joke didn't move him in any way, just smiled lightly, with a serious face, No words.

Zhihao was wondering, he didn't know how to end today's incident, whether Mr. He could uphold justice and achieve his purpose of coming here this time. Sister Xueting will no longer be troublesome, but saw a person walking over from the sofa .

Another challenger, Zhihao secretly sighed, it seems that today he can only bite the bullet and hold on to the end.

The visitor's eyes were slender and squinted, as if he hadn't woken up. When those eyes slowly opened, Zhihao was surprised to find that two frightening rays of light shot at him suddenly, causing him to shake. down.

With great difficulty, Zhihao smashed the wooden plank, barely tied with Iron Tower Yang Bi, gasping for breath, another competitor came up, Zhihao had no choice but to fight.

It’s really not easy. In Zhihao’s own words, when he first stood in front of the wooden board, he didn’t have any idea at all. It was a blind cat who encountered a dead mouse and smashed the wooden board in a daze.Zhihao secretly sighed, is it his own cultivation, has he really reached a certain level?Or after that bite, did my body magically mutate?

I really can't figure it out, since my brother was bitten by that mosquito on the forehead, miraculous things happened one after another, it's really strange.Alas, let's not think about him for now, let's deal with the situation in front of us.

Zhihao sensed the strangeness of the opponent in front of him, to what extent is the strangeness?A pair of eyes actually released a frightening light, which made him shake for a while, and was about to back away. Zhihao gathered himself and stabilized his mind.

This person has a pair of sharp eyes, which are truly sharp. If Eagle Claw Li's eyes are sharp, they are nothing compared to the one in front of him.These eyes seem to be able to see clearly the internal organs of a person, and even penetrate into every detail of the body. Even after eating two fried dough sticks and drinking a bowl of soy milk in the morning, they cannot escape these eyes.

Zhihao's body seemed to be stared at by these eyes, and a thin layer of goosebumps appeared, which did not show any signs of subsiding after a while.Zhihao collected himself, looked at his opponent, smiled slightly, and clasped his fists in salute.

The visitor was not polite, his eyes were still looking at Zhihao, and he said without hesitation, "Let's compete with you, and the eagle claws can't take advantage of it, so I won't touch that bad luck; let's compete with you , my old bones are not like iron towers, and I can't stand the toss of young people. Then I can only play some labor-free tasks, which is fair to you. I have been playing all morning, and the little brother has not rested yet. What about rest?"

"Senior laughed, thank you for your concern."

"Why are seniors not seniors? I'm so young?" The visitor looked angry, and then smiled loudly, full of confidence, with a hint of sharpness in his thick, "People in the Jianghu call my brother the King of Flying Knives, not my Flying Knife!" The sword is invincible, it's just that my brother's surname is Wang."

"Senior Wang... Brother Wang please give me some advice." Zhihao clasped his fists.

"I can't talk about teaching, it's just a discussion. I heard that your darts have made great contributions to the Qinglong Society. I think you have a lot of knowledge in hidden weapons. Today, I will play with you to play with hidden weapons. I don't know what the little brother thinks." How about next?"

"Where Zhihao dares to show off in front of Brother Wang, he can only ask for advice. Since Brother Wang has such a taste, Zhihao might as well let Brother Wang teach him a thing or two, so that he can grow up."

"Young people are humble. If you let go of your hands and feet, you will also open your brothers' eyes."

"Don't dare." Zhihao clasped his fists again.

"There's no need to be modest." Flying Knife King smiled. He was of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with a ruddy complexion. He narrowed his sharp eyes and looked at Zhihao. "Let's keep things simple. Target, I don’t play catch, if it hits me, it’s not good. Iron Tower, can I lend you another plank?”

Unexpectedly, Zhihao thought that Tieta Yang, who was bold, sneered, "Get it yourself, two pieces have been destroyed just now. Is it easy for me to get these boards?"

Flying Knife King laughed loudly, "Tie Ta Yang, Tie Ta Yang, I still don't believe you when others say you are stingy, but I really believe it today. When the next shipment comes back, I'll get you some wagons with firewood. Give you a car, you should be satisfied, right?"

"That's about the same." Iron Tower Yang smiled, waved his hand, someone had already rushed down, and after a while, a piece of wood was fetched and stood on the table. It was also one foot square, but much thinner, less than half a foot.

Zhihao secretly smiled, it would be great if he hit this piece of wood just now.

Flying Knife King looked at Zhihao and said, "Today, let's play casually, and don't decide that you lose and I win, it hurts the peace of the brothers. I don't know what hidden weapon the little brother used to match his hands." Have you brought it? Do you want to use my Old Wang’s throwing knife.”

Zhihao took out a handful of darts from his pocket, "I'll use darts."

"That's good." Before the King of Flying Knives finished speaking, he took out several flying knives from his waist, "My brother has been practicing flying knives since he was a child, and he has been playing with flying knives for decades. I play with them every day. This thing is still itchy. Let go of it today and play with it. Please go ahead."

"Zhihao only knows a little bit about hidden weapons, so I'd better invite you, Brother Wang." Zhihao politely gave way, telling the truth.

"Then I won't be polite." As soon as the words came out, the Flying Knife King's right hand moved slightly, and several flying knives came out of his hand, and they were all nailed to the wooden board, piercing the wooden board by an inch.What surprised Zhihao even more was that, if the six throwing knives were connected by an arc, they would be a circle about half a foot in size, which was exactly right, not missing a single centimeter. A stab with a knife may not necessarily be so accurate.