square inch kill

Chapter 124 The owner of the box!
Fang Cun didn't understand the control technique of the silver needle, such a subtle control has departed from the usual hidden weapon technique, and it has a taste of using Qi to control the sword.

Fang Cun couldn't feel the subtleties in the knowledge of killing domains in ancient times, but after learning the Sword Control Art from Xiaoyaozi, now he can already detect some traces from the spiritual power fluctuations around the silver needle.

Different from Yujian Jue, this silver needle seems to be manipulated more by forceful techniques, supplemented by the cooperation of spiritual power. Although it is not the same as Yujian Jue, the effect is similar.

The silver needle shuttles like electricity.

Even Fang Cun couldn't help but feel an indescribable pressure, and simple archery could no longer compete with it.

After all, although Fang Cun can also use bows and arrows, he can't reach the state of perfection after all.

"Whoosh!"

With a slight thought, the shot arrow suddenly turned in the air, and it was also shot back and forth at a strange angle, constantly intersecting with the silver needle.

Yu Jian Jue!

That's right, from the time when the bow and arrow was chosen, the square inch has already been calculated. Using the arrow as a sword and controlling it with qi, the subtleties are definitely enough to deal with most scenes.

Moreover, Yujian Jue has great concealment, coupled with the cover of bows and arrows, it is easy to think of some secret archery skills.

You know, what Fang Cun showed in front of the world before was all sword skills, terrifying explosive power and agility, but it has nothing to do with archers at all.

"Hey, who are you? What does it have to do with God's Arrow Villa?" Wang Xiaoxue finally showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw that the shot arrows could still turn strangely and continuously.

"I'm just an idler, and it has nothing to do with Shenjian Mountain Villa." Fang Cun replied casually with a light tap on his foot, one arrow after another, and his body flew back at the same time.

In fact, Fang Cun didn't even know the background of Shenjian Villa, and it was not Fang Cun's habit to pretend to be black-eyed.

"Idlers?" snorted softly, but Wang Xiaoxue didn't believe it at all, rolled her eyes slightly, and then said, "Hey, you guys, if you promise him one condition, he will forgive you, okay?"

Still with a smile on her face, Wang Xiaoxue was like an elf, smiling sweetly, as if no matter how unreasonable the conditions were, it was only natural for her to say it out of her mouth.

"Okay, okay, you say, ouch, our romantic trio loves helping others the most." Having been pricked with a silver needle on his ass again, the fat man hurriedly agreed.It never occurred to him that this matter was caused by him in the first place. "

"Okay, I want you to find someone for him." Wang Xiaoxue said softly as he retracted the silver needle with a flip of his hand.

"Looking for someone? But we have to wait for a box now." The fat man was typical of eating and forgetting to fight. He was out of danger just now, and he was thinking about the box again.

"Box? What box?" Hearing this, Wang Xiaoxue couldn't help being aroused a little curiosity. It's probably not something ordinary that makes this fat man still think about it.

"Wait, someone is coming over again." Before the fat man could speak, Fang Cun frowned slightly, waved his hand, and interrupted softly.

"En?" Hearing Fang Cun's words, Wang Xiaoxue concentrated on feeling it, and then vaguely heard rustling footsteps from a distance.

He trembled slightly in his heart, but he was a little more wary of Fang Cun, his eyes stayed on Fang Cun for a few seconds, and then slowly moved away.

"It's that box." Zhuang Yingjun jumped up the tree to take a look, and said excitedly.

But at this time, no one can care about him anymore.

In the distance, a young man in sackcloth was walking slowly step by step with a suitcase on his back, with no expression on his face, as if he was just an ordinary passer-by.

"Hey, stop." Seeing the young man in sackcloth walk into the woods, the fat man couldn't help but jumped down from the tree.

The footsteps were still clear, the young man in linen didn't seem to have heard Zhuang Yingjun's words at all, nor had he seen Fang Cun and the others at all, and there was not even a trace of disorder in his steps.

"Hey, I'm talking about you! Kid, stop for me." The fat man was annoyed at being ignored like this, and pointed at the young man in sackcloth and cursed, "Did you hear that, stop for Master Zhuang."

Still without the slightest intention of answering, the young man in linen continued to move forward. If you observe carefully, you will find that the distance he takes every step is exactly the same.

"Oh, brother, why don't you rest for a while, you see how tired you are with such a heavy box on your back." Smiling, Long San walked up on the square-inch horse with a familiar look. Picking up the jug, he said generously, "Want to drink? This is a good wine, come and taste it, there is no charge."

"boom!"

Almost at the same time as he approached with a smile, a brick suddenly appeared in Long San's hand. Seizing the opportunity, he unceremoniously slammed his hand down. Until the moment the black brick was photographed, there was still that kind expression on his face. smile.

"Ugly!"

Turning slightly to one side, the hand of the young man in hemp clothes stretched out lightly, like a snake catcher catching a snake, he grabbed Long San's wrist like lightning.However, with the stretching out of this hand, the steps under the feet of the young man in hemp clothes finally stopped.

"Thank you for the compliment, hehe." Smiling, he continued to hand the jug to the young man in linen with his other hand, and Long San reminded himself, "However, you grabbed the wrong hand. You should grab my right hand when you want wine. .”

The moment the voice fell, Long San suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the wine jug in his hand exploded suddenly, and a stream of wine was poured down on his head.

"Snapped!"

Turning his grasp into a clap, he landed a palm on Long San's arm, and leaped back lightly with his strength, but he did not know what to do, but avoided the drink lightly and skillfully.

Master!

Almost at the same time, Fang Cun and Wang Xiaoxue shuddered in their hearts, and looked at the young man in sackcloth with a bit more seriousness in their eyes.

"You want my box?" The young man in sackcloth looked at everyone calmly and said without any change on his face.

"That's right, as long as you keep the box, Master Zhuang, I promise I won't embarrass you again." Nodding vigorously, Zhuang Yingjun waved his hand generously and said, "Don't thank me, Master Zhuang, I'm not good at this, my heart is too soft."

"Do you know what's in the box?"

"A magic weapon? Or a secret book that has been lost for many years?" Zhuang Yingjun's eyes lit up, as if the box already belonged to him.

"I don't have these things in my box." The young man in sackcloth shook his head slowly, explaining seriously.

"...I don't believe it!" The fat man shook his head like a rattle, "If there is no treasure, why are you hiding it and refusing to give it to me? Or, you open the box and let me see? If there is really no treasure , I don’t want it anymore.”

"I advise you that it's better not to look at it." The young man in linen was unmoved and shook his head calmly.

"why?"

"Because anyone who has seen the contents of the box is dead."

(End of this chapter)