God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 940

If Xu Jingxing had a sniper rifle in his hand, loaded the bullets in advance, put his finger on the trigger, and pulled the trigger without thinking about anything after Feng Zhihuan got close, there was a very high probability of killing him with one blow, even It may be two kills with one shot, because the three people are too close, and the armor-piercing bullets fired at such a close range can pass through one person's body and continue to shoot through another person's body.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to use a gun very much.

In addition, if he really took away a sniper rifle, Feng Zhihuan and the others would never chase after him so foolishly.

Knowing that he has a gun in his hand, but still foolishly chasing after him, isn't that a disease of the brain?

So he didn't feel regretful, he still stood behind the tree holding Mingling like a wooden man, even narrowed his eyes slightly, and tried his best not to look directly at the three people who were on alert, for fear that his gaze would Startle each other.

Fortunately, his blindfold technique itself has a strong concealment ability, and now that he hides so cautiously, the probability of being discovered is really not high.

A few minutes later, the three of Feng Zhihuan searched closer and closer, slowly approaching the big tree where he was hiding.

Lao Liu, who was walking in the front, was holding a 1.2-meter-long Tang knife. The knife was out of its sheath, and the blade was standing obliquely forward. It moved forward on tiptoe like a catwalk, turning its head around while moving. Looking around, he sniffled his nose from time to time, just like the reincarnation of Xiao Tiangou.When he reached the big tree where he was hiding, Old Liu suddenly stopped and sniffled vigorously, "Boss, it smells like a stranger."

"Is the smell heavy?"

"No, it's not very heavy. It should have stayed here," Lao Liu said, but the expression on his face was very strange, full of doubts, as if he had discovered something that he couldn't figure out .

However, it can be seen from their conversation that this old Liu is really famous for his good nose, and he should be born with a strong sense of nose.

It's just that no matter how strong the nose consciousness is, it's useless here. Xu Jingxing has the blindfold technique to protect himself. This blindfold technique is an advanced version. It can not only shield the eye consciousness, but also shield other consciousness abilities. Consciousness is not very useful in front of him.I think this is also the reason why Old Liu was full of doubts. He probably found that his nose sense is not as effective as before.

But even so, Xu Jingxing was terrified enough. He didn't feel relieved until Lao Liu said that sentence. He still stood behind the tree and waited for Lao Liu or Lao Yandai to come to him. Facing the three masters, he was sure It will be very difficult, but if he can get rid of Lao Liu or Lao Yandai by surprise, he will not be afraid.

If there is no chance to make a shot, he would rather wait for the next opportunity.

And Lao Liu didn't let him wait too long, and soon turned around from behind the tree, and while moving, he stretched out his nose and sniffed there, and the more he sniffed, the more dignified his expression was, this time it was obviously true Found the problem, when Lao Liu's nose was close to his chest, his expression changed, and he opened his mouth to shout.But as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a cold light flashing across Lao Liu's neck, bringing up a stream of blood beads before revealing his figure, it was Xu Jingxing and his Ming Ling.

After killing Lao Liu with a sensitive nose, he picked it up without looking and stood in front of Feng Zhihuan and Lao Yandai, flicking Mingling's blade lightly, the slight vibration made the blade stained A row of blood stains was bounced away, but there was no blood on it, and the blade quickly returned to its previous gleaming state.

Seeing this scene, he nodded in satisfaction, then raised his head to look at Feng Zhihuan calmly and said, "Brother Huan, where do we never meet in life, I didn't expect that we would meet on such an occasion one day."

Feng Zhihuan also hummed without changing his face, "The truth is, it's not what I wanted to get to this point. If you want to blame, I blame you for taking things that don't belong to you."

"Things that don't belong to me?" He sneered, "Everything in my hand is what I deserve, even if it is "The Picture of Magpie Blossoms and Autumn Colors", I exchanged it with my painting, not to mention that painting is not related to you." It doesn't matter, you don't need to worry about it."

Feng Zhihuan gently wiped the long sword in his left hand, with a playful look on his face, "How do you know that painting has nothing to do with me?"

"It's related to you?" He frowned, thinking of a possibility, "Jin, Jin Er is your man?"

"You understand now?" Feng Zhihuan looked at him with a smile on his face like an earnest elder, but the meaning in that smile could not be called kindness or concern, it was more like an old food staring at a plate of delicacies that he had never tasted before. tasty.

"You sent "The Autumn Colors of Que Hua" to Jin Er? All the painters Jin Er caught with this painting are for you?"

"It's not too late to figure it out now," Feng Zhihuan nodded "gratifiedly", "If you are willing to cooperate, the promises Jin Er made to you before are still valid. If you are not satisfied, we can do it again." Tan, right, even if you lose your freedom, you can at least save your life, right?"

"Let me paint for you?"

"Yes, it's the kind of painting that incorporates aura into the painting. Although I don't know how you do it, it's very useful to me," Feng Zhihuan said, his eyes no longer as peaceful as before , On the contrary, it looked very hot, as if it had discovered some top-quality treasure.

"Don't you have Yuying tea? Compared with your almost inexhaustible Yuying tea, the aura in my painting seems insignificant to you, right?"

"No, no, Yuying tea is about aura, but there is another kind of existence besides aura in your paintings. According to your theory, it is physicality and truth. If I can study the birth and condensation of physicality from those paintings Then my path of practice will be smooth sailing, no, I will create a whole-hearted school, and even become a new leader in the practice world..." Having said that, Feng Zhihuan's eyes are full of It's all longing, and it seems that he has seen the wonderful scene of becoming the leader in the practice world.

Looking at Feng Zhihuan's appearance that seemed to be addicted to it, he couldn't help but shudder, thinking to himself, isn't this guy crazy?What age is still quite a leader!Not to mention whether it can be done, even if this guy is really made a so-called leader, it is estimated that he will only lead the big guy to a dead end.

After secretly slandering a few words, I couldn't bear it any longer, and said with a sneer, "You're still leading the way, so go fool the devil!"

"You don't believe it?" Feng Zhihuan's eyes suddenly became very sharp.

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not? Anyway, I'm not your subordinate, you might as well ask your subordinates whether they believe your nonsense," he continued with a sneer, but he was thinking of stimulating this seemingly brainless man. sick guy.

(End of this chapter)