God-level ancient martial arts master

Chapter 162 Go straight to the Yellow Dragon ([-])

"boom!"

At this moment, a scorching bullet struck through the air.

Immediately, there was only the sound of a wine bottle breaking, and it sounded on the spot.

Ye Kong glanced at the black muzzle of the gun in the room, and ordered in a concentrated voice: "Don't move, whoever dares to move, that wine bottle will be the fate!"

Seeing the person coming, Zhao Shanhe's pupils shrank slightly, and asked in a concentrated voice: "Ye Kong, what do you mean?"

Ye Kong shrugged and replied, "It's nothing interesting, everyone is their own master!"

"Field Cannon, throw the gun out!"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the night sky with his dark eyes.

Suddenly, he jerked down, drew his pistol, and fired into the night sky.

"Bang!" The night sky flashed sideways, and the bullet hit the door, leaving a deep groove.

Just when Zhao Shanhe was about to shoot Lin Yu, a bright flying knife roared towards him.

"what!"

The blade pierced through Zhao Shanhe's grasping wrist, blood gushed out and dripped to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Shanhe endured severe pain and wanted to pick up the pistol.

"blow!"

The second throwing knife flew over, pierced through the back of his hand, and firmly nailed to the floor.

"Ah!" Zhao Shanhe's painful forehead was covered with cold sweat, but even so, he was still clenching his teeth tightly, not letting himself make a sound.

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows, smiled coldly, and said, "don't try to play tricks with me, otherwise, I can guarantee that your end will be worse than that glass of red wine!"

The voice was still floating back and forth in the whole room, and the goblet on the table suddenly burst.The red wine inside, like blood, splashed everywhere.

Seeing this scene, neither Zhao Jingang nor his brothers dared to move.They all widened their eyes and looked at Lin Yu in horror.

After a dead silence, Zhao Jingang was the first to shout, "Lin Yu, don't bully me too much!"

In Lin Yu's clear eyes, there was a ripple of disdain, and he said: "boss Zhao, you are the one who bullies people too much, right? You are so courageous, you even got into the school for assassination!"

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Zhao Shanhe's heart trembled.

He thought he had done everything in a leak-proof manner, so why was it exposed, and it was exposed so quickly!
Lin Yu keenly caught the change of Zhao Shanhe's expression, his expression suddenly turned cold, and asked in a condensed voice: "Are you Zhao Shanhe?"

Zhao Shanhe forced himself to be calm, and replied loudly: "Yes, I am Zhao Shanhe!"

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down.It was born with a thick back and waist, with rough and dark skin. From a distance, it was no different from a black bear.

"Zhao Shanhe, you are a retired soldier, a majestic man of seven feet, since you still want to use such a despicable method as assassination to deal with a high school girl, you really don't know how to be ashamed!"

"What are you talking about, I can't understand?" Zhao Shanhe categorically denied it.

A sneer rose from the corner of Lin Yu's mouth, and he replied, "hehe, that's good, I'll let you understand it well!"

When talking, Lin Yu just threw something out.

"Zhao Shanhe, you should be familiar with the silencer of this Type 92 sniper rifle, right?"

Seeing the muffler rolled to the ground, Zhao Shanhe couldn't help feeling a little flustered in his deep eyes.

Seeing this scene, a dazzling cold light flashed on Lin Yu's fingertips, and he shouted in a concentrated voice: "Zhao Shanhe, now, do you have anything else to say?"

Seeing that Lin Yu's attention was always on Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Jingang also took this opportunity to approach the window cautiously.

"blow!"

Just when Zhao Jingang was less than half a meter away from the window, a willow-leaf flying knife roared towards him, brushed his neck, and stabbed into the wall.

Lin Yu fiddled with a shining willow-leaf flying knife back and forth in his palm, and said casually: "Master Zhao, if you think you can be as fast as the flying knife in my hand, you can give it a try!"

Zhao Jingang clutched his burning neck, feeling terrified.

Just now, if the throwing knife deviates by half an inch, his own life will be completely explained here.

However, in front of his little brother, he can't act too cowardly.

"Lin Yu, what do you want to do?"

Lin Yu glanced at him sideways and said, "I don't want to do anything. Since you dare to be the first grader, I, Lin Yu, will dare to come to the fifteenth grade. It's a good deal!"

While speaking, Lin Yu twirled the willow-leaf flying knife and walked towards Zhao Jingang.

Zhao Jingang was terrified, and backed away in panic.

However, soon, he stopped.

Behind is the root of the wall, he has no way to retreat!

Zhao Jingang trembled and asked, "Lin Yu, you, you, what do you want to do? Do you want to kill me?"

Lin Yu shrugged his shoulders and said with a cold smile: "Master Zhao, don't worry about this, I won't kill you."

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

However, before he could finish his breath, the second half of Lin Yu's words made his heart rise to his throat again.

On the corner of Lin Yu's mouth, with a playful smile, he asked: "Master Zhao, before I came, I carefully prepared a gift for you. I wonder if you like it?"

Zhao Jingang was startled when he heard the words, and muttered in his heart: what kind of medicine is sold in Lin Yu's gourd?

Wei Wei paused for a moment, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity after all, and asked, "What gift?"

Lin Yu responded with a smile, "Wheelchair!"

Zhao Jingang's expression was startled, his eyes widened, and he looked at Lin Yu in a daze: "Wheelchair?"

Lin Yu nodded with a smile, and replied: "Well, yes, it's a wheelchair. It will arrive tomorrow morning. At that time, you will just need it!"

After listening to Lin Yu's words, Zhao Jingang was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

However, when he saw the flying knife spinning in Lin Yu's hand, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately rushed up like a beast trapped in a cage.

"Swish, swish!"

The light of the knife flashed, and the gorgeous light and shadow reflected Zhao Jingang's fear and uneasiness.

After that, he let out another scream comparable to a slaughterhouse, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

The gurgling blood flowed from his knee, staining it red.

Zhao Jingang put his hands on the ground, trying in vain to make himself stand up, but he had exerted all his strength from feeding in the middle of the night, but it was still to no avail.

"My legs, my legs..."

At the same time, the two brothers Shanpao and Yepao looked at each other.

"Brothers, copy guys, fight with them!"

While talking, Shanpao picked up a wine bottle and wanted to throw it at Lin Yu's head...

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