Super Monk

"Don't be angry, boss Wu. It's all misunderstanding. Boss Zhao certainly didn't mean it!" Zana boss quickly stood up and said, "boss Zhao, you are too. Boss Wu's haidongqing is not easy to cultivate. It took three years to be successful. Such a haidongqing can't be bought at a market price of less than 800000 yuan. How can you kill it by mistake?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought it was just a sparrow, but it turned out to be an eagle!" Zhao Fugui said in a sarcastic tone.

"Boy, kill my haidongqing, you dare to satirize Laozi, you are very brave!" Boss Wu cheered with a gloomy face. Boss Wu doesn't care about the eight hundred thousand Hai Dongqing, but money is a small thing, and face is a big thing.

"Boss, let me teach this boy a lesson!" Boss Wu lost face, and so did the man who played with the hunting knife. He wanted to scare Zhao Fugui with the hunting knife just now, but Zhao Fugui killed his boss's beloved Hai Dongqing with his backhand. He had to find the face he lost.

"Ah Hsing, can you deal with this boy?" Boss Wu asked with a gloomy face.

"Don't worry, boss. I'll cut off this boy's hand and compensate you for haidongqing!" Ah Xing said in a deep voice.

"I want to change my haidongqing with one hand. My haidongqing's life is really cheap!" Boss Wu said with a gloomy face.

"One hand is not enough, two hands!" Ah Xing walked slowly to Zhao Fugui and said in a deep voice, "boy, it's bad luck for you to offend our boss. I'll see blood when I do it. If you kill our boss's Hai Dongqing, I'll take your two hands against Hai Dongqing's life!"

"But I don't think it's right or wrong to die." Zhao Fugui light said, "want my two hands, your tone is very big!"

"Two, two, give me face, boss Wu, boss Zhao, or how about half of the Simmental calves?" Zana boss's face changed greatly. He stood up and said.

Zhao Fugui and the people on both sides of boss Wu have something to do here. Although it may not be a big trouble, after all, the visitors are guests. Boss Zana doesn't want anything to happen.

"Zana, I'm sure I want all the Simmental cattle, but I'll give you face. If this boy can beat ah Hsing, he'll kill my Hai Dongqing!" Boss Wu said with a confident smile.

"Boss Wu, although I'm not familiar with your business, I know that your man is an expert from Hong Kong. Boss Zhao is just an ordinary businessman. Why bother him! All the places I come to Zana are my friends. Please don't make it difficult for me, boss Wu! " Zana said with a bitter smile.

"Boss Zana, I'm really a businessman, but I'm not an ordinary businessman! Since boss Wu wants to play, I'll play with him. It's boss Wu who needs to worry. You don't have to worry! " Zhao Fugui said lightly.

"Ha ha, boy, you have seed! Zana, since the boy said so himself, why do you care so much? " Boss Wu sneered, waved his hand and said, "ah Xing, this boy is so crazy. You don't have to keep your hand. Teach him a good lesson!"

"Yes, boss!" Ah Hsing agreed and drew out two knives from his waist without expression. These two knives are different from ordinary daggers. They are about 20 cm long and 15 cm wide, twice as wide as ordinary knives of the same size.

"Yongchun, Xiangxing!" Ah Xing took out the two knives and then slowly put on a posture and said in a deep voice.

"Yongchun? That's interesting! " Zhao Fugui said with a faint smile.

It turned out that ah Hsing was a disciple of the original Yongchun lineage who came from Hong Kong province. In Hong Kong Province, Yongchun boxing always passes boxing but not Dao. Yongchun's Dao is called eight chop Dao. It's a kind of Dao technique that specializes in killing people. It can't be taught except by real family members.

Most of those martial arts schools, not to mention their disciples, even their masters can't do eight chop sword. Even if they do occasionally, they just know a little bit about it.

Xiang Xing killed his elder brother and sister-in-law on the other side of the Hong Kong province. He was chased by his school. In addition, he was wanted by the police on the other side of the Hong Kong province. He had to flee to Nanjiang and was accepted as a horse by boss Wu. In recent years, he has won a great reputation.

Zhao Fugui is just a little-known person. Boss Wu has full confidence that Xiang Xing can easily take Zhao Fugui, let alone cut off two hands. Even if he wants Zhao Fugui's life to be easy. Zhao Fugui can not die, but because boss Wu does not want to make things too big.

Otherwise, if you offend boss Wu on the ground in the north of the Yangtze River, it will be just two hands.

Xiang Xing takes out the eight chop sword, and then bows to Zhao Fugui slightly. This is the etiquette in the Jianghu. Zhao Fugui also raises his hand. When he is ready to bow, Xiang Xing rushes to attack.

Zhao Fugui showed a trace of disdain on his face, which was just a real villain. Two eight choppers go up and down, one attacks Zhao Fugui's throat, the other attacks Zhao Fugui's chest and abdomen.

Xiang Xing's shot speed is very fast. In Zhao Fugui's eyes, he is just a little bit of dark strength, but his shot speed is not inferior to that of Hua Jin Er's expert. It seems that Wing Chun does a very good job in this aspect.In Zana, boss Wu and old man Niu only saw a flash of light. When Zhao Fugui was still lifting his hands, Xiang Xing's knife was almost cut on Zhao Fugui.

But the next moment, Zhao Fugui's hand is on Xiang Xing's wrist. It's too fast. Xiang Xing is startled. Before he does it, he knows that he has met an expert today. That's why he lures Zhao Fugui to salute. When Zhao Fugui raises his hand to salute, he does it.

However, Xiang Xing didn't expect that Zhao Fugui's martial arts skills were so high and his hand was so fast. As soon as he took the eight chop sword, he was cut on his wrist. This is a big taboo. Xiang Xing instantly changes the knife to pull back, and the eight chop knife cuts back Zhao Fugui's arm.

Sen Leng's blade gives off a chill. In the blink of an eye, it seems to have touched the skin on Zhao Fugui's wrist, but the two sharp blades stop less than one centimeter away from Zhao Fugui's skin.

"You?" Xiang Xing can't believe that his two arms are firmly grasped by Zhao Fugui. With a shake of his wrist, he tries to get rid of Zhao Fugui's control. However, his usual powerful dark strength is like a bull in the mud, which has no effect at all.

"You want to cut off my hands, I can't crush the bones of your hands too much!" Zhao Fugui light said, then hurt fierce force.

"Ah Xiang Xing screams bitterly, and his two wrists are crushed by Zhao Fugui's instant pinch. He has a comminuted fracture. Even if Xiang Xing's wrists are cured later, he can barely lift his rice bowl, let alone hurt others with a knife.