Metropolis Super Mercenary King

The next moment, Fang Hao's mouth hook up a trace of strange radian, only listen to master Qi's enigmatic look at the people below, light way: "come again."

Almost instantaneously, Fang Hao howled, and the knife cleaved again. During this period, master Qi had been observing and catching a knife, as if afraid that it would be cut in the wrong position.

However, this time, Fang Hao didn't stop at all after a knife. The knife was slapped on the Gong next to him.

"Bang..."

A deafening Gong, so that all the people below look straight, and then some suspicious looking at the situation on the stage.

Fang Hao's dancing with a knife is like a peerless swordsman, which makes people afraid.

Regardless of master Qi's startled expression and angry roar, Fang Hao chopped several knives on master Qi, and every knife had the sound of metal hitting each other, and the next moment.

"Why, how can you chop on master Qi? The sound of chopping on a steel plate is the same?"

"Don't talk nonsense, wait for the gods to blame, but I also feel strange."

"Is it true that after the divine power blessing, master Qi has become an iron fist?"

“……”

Many people murmured in disbelief.

However, after a moment, the whole temple was silent, and everyone seemed to be stupid in an instant. At this moment, master Qi's clothes fell down almost completely because of Fang Hao's chopping with a knife.

Then, they saw that master Qi's upper body was covered with iron plates, including his arms.

This amazing let all people are dull, and the party's master Qi looks angry, fierce eyes, gritting teeth, the other party Hao yelled: "you are to blasphemy!"

Fang Hao grinned with a simple and honest smile: "I heard that you are demagogues here. I'm here to expose you."

Then, Fang Hao turned his head and said in a cold voice: "you drank the so-called spiritual water he gave you. In fact, there are drugs to relax people's mind. Then you can stare at this big eyeball, just to hypnotize you."

"Just now I broke his hypnosis with the sound of a gong. Now you can see clearly that the so-called knife and gun are invulnerable, and each of you can do it!" Fang Hao finished, but found that the door of the temple had been closed.

Fang HAOSI is not afraid. She looks as if she is going to eat his master Qi.

"Who are you?"

"Fang Hao!" Fang Hao grinned and took out a cigarette. He lit it slowly. He was not afraid of the attack from the other party. He had already understood master Qi's skill just now. Compared with ordinary people, it was really good, but compared with him, he was not sure how many grades.

"Do you know what kind of force you're provoking? I tell you, no matter who you are today, you can't get out! " Master Qi stares at Fang Hao fiercely, and then looks at the believers who have already suspected.

All of a sudden, seven or eight men with sticks rushed out of the doors on both sides of the temple. Each of them had a face full of evil spirit, which made them extremely fierce.

Surrounded by Fang Hao on the stage, Fang Hao was still smoking, happy and fearless. Master Qi sneered: "those who are blasphemous can only be washed away by death."

At this moment, Fang Hao lost his cigarette end, his body was slightly stretched, his face showed a breath of awe inspiring, and a cold sense was constantly sending out.

Almost instantaneously, master Qi's face changed greatly. Only in some bandits could he feel such a breath, and Fang Hao's breath was even greater.

"You are really Fang Hao!" master Qi blurted out

Fang Hao sneered at him and said, "I said I was Fang Hao! Do you think I would care to offend your so-called God of torture? "

"Kill him for me and reward me with a million!" Master Qi's face was ferocious and yelled.

The seven or eight men rushed up at once.

The seven or eight strong men looked fierce, but in Fang Hao's hands, almost one move down. When the seven or eight men were all lying on the ground and couldn't move, master Qi had already disappeared. Obviously, he was running around.

However, Fang Hao didn't go after him. Instead, he said coldly to the believers with different faces: "you can all see that this bullshit God cult is a typical cult of demagogues and cheaters. Don't you wake up?"

"What a liar!" A believer suddenly burst into tears.

All of a sudden, everyone was indignant to go to the police, and some even chased out to arrest master Qi.

The seven or eight strong men who had been beaten down by Fang Hao were even beaten to death by a crowd of believers who realized that they had been cheated, and even some of them had been beaten directly.

Fang Hao quickly came to Wang Yuyu, protecting Wang Yuyu from the chaotic crowd. As for the temple of torture, which was smashed and robbed, Fang Hao did not find this picture.

In the car, Fang Hao asked, "are you ready?"

"It's all filmed." Wang Yuyu nodded, her eyes slightly red: "thank you, brother Hao."Fang Hao said with a smile: "little things, you go back and show the video to your sister-in-law. If you still don't wake up, call your brother-in-law to beat your sister-in-law. Only pain can make people think deeply."

"Well, I see."

After getting off the bus, Wang Yuyu looked back at Fang Hao, who was standing next to the party banquet. She was reluctant to give up in her eyes, because she found that she felt special peace of mind around Fang Hao.

Fang Hao with a smile, and then the ghost hand came out of the dark, the other side Hao said: "boss, catch it."

Nodding, very cold way: "find a secret place, I want to interrogate."

"Good." The ghost hand was about to turn around, but Fang Hao called out: "Chuxiong, their three guys also went over."

The ghost hand immediately exclaimed: "boss, I am also a torture expert."

"I don't know if I want to get what I want, I don't know how to have tea with the interrogated guy for one night." Fang Hao gave his ghost hand a look.

After listening to this sentence, the ghost hand laughed two times: "boss, we can't poke the tire like this."

"Don't brag about it!" Fang Hao is not angry.

"Well, boss, I think I'm pretending." The ghost hand laughs.

"Get out of here, don't go to work soon!" Fang Hao glared at the ghost hand. The guy ran away instantly.

……

In the Qiushan Club of Suzhou City, there are several chairs placed in a hall in an ancient building of ancient Chinese Temple style.

In the middle, there was a black man in a Tang coat. His skin was black, but his eyes and teeth were black and white.

His beard and hair were gray, and he looked very old. On his left hand side, there was an old man with white hair, but his hair was cut very short, and he was wearing a white robe. He was at ease. It seemed that he was very human.

There are two bowls of tea between the two people, everything looks ancient, as if all of a sudden to the ancient.

The black old man took up the tea and sighed in fluent Mandarin: "the Chinese tea is good. In China, it's hard to drink such a good tea."

The white haired old Chinese man opened his eyes slightly: "Mr. babulu, even if you are in your country and in your position, how can you not drink it?"

"The taste is not the same. The soil and water here in China are not the same. There are outstanding people and good places. What's different from my place is that we can't compare the Chinese cuisine alone." Babulu shakes his head and looks like an old Chinese scholar.