Urban Tianyi Daddy

Chapter 1586 I Have Reason To Suspect You Are Not Human

With a big wave of his hand, he looked very bold.

The people around looked at Shen Zhou, and burst into mocking laughter:

"It's better to kneel down and kowtow to call Dad. You, a straight man, can't be compared with our Japanese Hercules. Be careful, your head will be crushed!"

"Yeah, isn't your head harder than this iron ball? Kneel down and beg for mercy, and your two children kneel down and beg for mercy. It's really outrageous. How dare you offend our Mr. Fujiwara like that?" !"

"A few people came to our Japanese country to show off their might, and dare to be so arrogant, they deserve to die!"

……

Shen Zhou was speechless for a while, it seems like I deliberately troubled Takeshi Fujiwara.

Then, with a smooth squeeze, he casually crushed the extremely hard iron ball.

This is not just leaving five fingerprints, but the entire iron ball is completely deformed.

Immediately, the taunting stopped abruptly, and the entire carriage was silent.

All of them stared with incredible eyes, staring straight at the completely crushed iron ball in Shen Zhou's hand.

Fujiwara Takeshi pointed at Shen Zhou aggressively at first, telling him to kneel down immediately, otherwise his head would be crushed, but the raised arm and extended fingers were also completely frozen.

There was a click from his wide open mouth, and his jaw accidentally dislocated.

Shen Zhou said lightly: "This iron ball is too soft. Why did you take so much trouble? It took more than ten or ten minutes to leave five fingerprints on it."

He also glanced at Takeshi Fujiwara curiously, and said with emphasis: "Aren't you a Japanese strongman? A Japanese strongman only has so little strength, it's not enough to kill a chicken."

The tone is full of ridicule.

Takeshi Fujiwara blushed and had a thick neck, blue veins appeared on his forehead, and the thick veins burst out on his neck, but he couldn't say it out because this scene was so terrible.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

Shen Zhou simply held the crushed iron ball with both hands, and pulled it to the left and right at will.

Immediately, the iron ball became more like dough, and it was randomly pulled out to a length of half a meter.

Then, Shen Zhou clasped his palms together again, clamped the uneven iron ball inside and rubbed it from top to bottom.

It didn't take long before it turned into a very smooth and flat iron rod.

It was obviously an iron ball just now, but it turned into an iron rod in less than 2 minutes.

During this period, Shen Zhou also said a lot.

The people around were even more shocked, and even one person shouted: "You must be a fake, the iron ball in your hand is fake, it is definitely not real, it is... a counterfeit product!"

Hashimoto Ai couldn't help but retorted: "Open your dog eyes wide and see, this iron ball was brought by Takeshi Fujiwara, would he keep a real iron ball for himself and a fake one? Pass the iron ball to my master, and then despise me like this?"

"Speaking is not long-brained."

Immediately, the person who spoke blushed and had a thick neck, unable to refute.

Shen Zhou threw the iron rod away casually: "If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

Someone grabbed the iron rod and suddenly let out a scream.

Clang!
The iron rod hit the floor!

He shouted: "Wow, this iron rod is too hot! It's too hot! I can't stand it!"

He spread two palms.

Everyone was shocked to find that there were dense blood blisters on his palm, which looked like he had been scalded, which was quite terrifying.

Next to it, a passenger curiously unscrewed the cap of the mineral water and poured the water on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a creak!
The iron bar rattled and emitted white smoke, frightening the surrounding passengers to dodge far away.

There was an unpleasant smell in the carriage.

The iron bar had been cooled down, and the watering passenger picked it up and exclaimed: "This is heavy, it's really an iron bar, this is really an iron bar, it's not fake, it's not made of dough!"

Just like before, everyone quickly took the iron rod and looked at it over and over again.

You pass me, I pass you.

Not long after, they all burst into exclamation, saying that this is a real iron rod, and it is definitely not a fake.

Therefore, the iron ball that was squeezed and stretched just now must be a real iron ball.

Takeshi Fujiwara was taken aback and couldn't believe his eyes at all.

He raised his hands, rubbed his eyeballs vigorously for a while, and then looked over there, and sure enough, the iron ball turned into an iron rod.

He tried his best and spent ten minutes, but he could only leave fingerprints on the iron ball.

But the opponent not only squeezed the iron ball flat, but also stretched it, as if the iron ball was really dough to him.

At this time, he suddenly heard a childish voice: "Hey, give me the iron ball in your hand too."

Takeshi Fujiwara looked down, and saw that it was the little girl who was at most six years old just now.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why did you ask me to give you the iron ball? Can you also squeeze it flat and lengthen like your father, and turn it into an iron rod?"

Doudou said angrily: "Why do you ask so many questions, just give me the answer."

Immediately afterwards, he snatched the iron ball with five fingerprints on it from his hand.

Suddenly, something that surprised everyone again happened.

I saw Doudou holding the heavy iron ball in one hand, and casually grabbed it with the other.

All of a sudden, the iron ball turned into mud in her hands, and a piece was caught off.

Immediately, Takeshi Fujiwara's eyeballs were about to fall out.

And the surrounding audience was once again shocked beyond measure.

No way, this seems to be more powerful than that adult.

Such a hard iron ball was grabbed by her seemingly harmless little hand, and it grabbed a ball.

And this was just the beginning, Doudou casually threw that small piece of iron ball into Yang Hucheng's hands.

She said bluntly: "Brother Xiaohu, let's work together, I will squeeze this big iron ball into small pieces, and you will squeeze them into small balls, which are called iron balls. "

"In martial arts novels, iron balls are also very powerful hidden weapons. When we want to deal with someone, we don't have to jump up and kick him, just throw the iron balls."

Yang Hucheng responded happily, took the small piece of iron and put it in his palm, rubbed it a few times, and then opened his palm.

Immediately, the surrounding audience uttered shocking shouts again.

They saw that the small piece of uneven iron turned into a round iron ball, extremely round.

Sure enough, it was an iron ball.

Next, Doudou kept pinching small pieces of iron from the big iron ball and threw them to Yang Hucheng.

Yang Hucheng kneaded it into small balls of iron balls, each of which was very round, like metal pearls.

Everyone around seemed to have fallen into a dream, completely unbelievable watching all this.

Takeshi Fujiwara is good enough to pinch five fingerprints on a big iron ball.

But that straight man can squeeze the iron ball flat, and then squeeze out an iron rod, which is even more powerful.

Unexpectedly, there will be more terrifying things next.

Two children, one can casually pinch small pieces of iron lumps from the top of the iron ball.

The other child directly kneaded the pieces of iron lumps into iron balls, which was more powerful than adults.

At this moment, Fujiwara Takeshi saw this scene, and cold sweat poured down from his head like a waterfall.

He couldn't believe this world anymore, his cheeks on both sides seemed to have been slapped hundreds of times, it was hot and painful.

He murmured: "Impossible, impossible, you straight people are definitely not humans, but ghosts and gods, otherwise how could you have such power, it's too terrifying, I...I..."

"Although I, Takeshi Fujiwara, am a strong man, but... I have never seen such terrifying power."

Doudou mocked: "There are many you haven't seen, Uncle, give me that iron rod in your hand too, I think it would be good to make it into a hidden weapon."

She held out her hand to a stunned passenger, who hastily handed her the iron rod.

Next, Doudou became even more powerful.

She raised up two fingers, turned into scissors, and kept cutting towards the iron rod.

Each click cuts a section.

This scene made the surrounding passengers faint from fright, which was much more powerful than the one just now.

In the past, I used five fingers to grab the iron ball, but now I use two fingers to cut it back and forth, and cut off the iron lumps one by one.

What kind of hand is this? It's just a six-year-old girl. How can it be so powerful?

In comparison, everything her father had done before was nothing at all.

Yang Hucheng is also very dedicated to his duties, kneading the pieces of iron lumps that Doudou cut out or cut into very round iron beads.

He also asked a stunned passenger next to him for a cloth bag, and put all the iron beads in it.

He smiled and said, "Boss, we have a bag of weapons now. I feel like we can go to the woods to hunt wild animals. Once we hit a target, we will roast all kinds of wild animals in the woods to eat."

Doudou clapped her palms and laughed loudly: "This is absolutely possible, Baba, don't you think so?"

Hashimoto Ai's face was shining brightly.

She looked at Takeshi Fujiwara, and said slowly: "So, you ignorant bastard, now that you have seen the power of my master and young master, should you follow what you said before—"

"Get down on your knees and lick the floor around my master?"

"As for calling my master Dad, you really don't have the qualifications."

Takeshi Fujiwara became angry and pointed at her fiercely.

"Baga, Lu, who are you? As a Japanese of our country, you are so shameless to speak for the Chinese people like this? Everyone said, is she too shameless and embarrassing to us Japanese people?"

Hashimoto Ai smiled wickedly.

"In my eyes, for my master, there is no distinction between China and Japan. He is my master. If you offend my master, you deserve to die. If you are willing to follow the bet, kneel down and do it obediently, maybe you can stay. One life."

"Otherwise, I can only die!!"

Takeshi Fujiwara laughed suddenly: "Just kill me if you have the ability. As a Japanese, I will never kneel down to the Chinese. Whoever said I lost, I used my strength!"

"And you!!"

"However, it can be so terrifying, it must not be strength, it is magic."

"Even, I have reason to suspect that none of you are human."

He pointed at Shen Zhou fiercely, then pointed at Doudou and Yang Hucheng, and said loudly: "You are all the generation of evil spirits, tell me, who are you? Who are you?"

He pointed at Hashimoto Ai fiercely again.

Hashimoto Ai sighed, and said slowly: "I, Hashimoto Ai, am one of the top ten schools of ninjutsu in Japan, and the young master of the Shiyin style."

As soon as the voice fell, the people around were taken aback.

Especially Takeshi Fujiwara, took a deep breath: "You are the young suzerain of Shiyinliu, but you...you call a Chinese man the master, why are you so ashamed, don't you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hands, grabbed his throat forcefully, and kept lifting it up.

The weirdest thing is that he accomplished an unbelievable and completely impossible behavior.

He lifted himself up with his two thick and powerful hands, his feet were obviously off the ground, and he rose higher and higher, which was seven or eight centimeters above the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

It seemed that those two hands were fixed in the air, and they were no longer his. It was the hands of the demon that pinched him and lifted him up, and squeezed him hard.

The arteries and blood vessels in his neck were pinched to the point of bursting.

Purple-black fine meridians also burst out from around his hands, criss-crossing and spreading towards the neck, shoulders, and face.

Like a bursting spider web, it looks very scary! !

(End of this chapter)