Chapter 1147

At this time, the sun is shining, like a cold water blade, and the reflected sun is cold, as if the high temperature in midsummer has dropped several degrees.

Even more stinging, I peeked at yamahara EMI's eyes here, and his subconscious hand raised to block his eyes.

There are only seven Kunlun Mo knives in the world, but with the knife broken by Bai Hong on the Mongolian grassland, there are only six left.

As one of the seven killers, Zhang Yi naturally has such a strange knife.

After he took the knife from the dragon head, he used the "white wax method" to carve four small seal characters on the handle of the knife: Buddha's hand Zhang Yi!

(the white wax method is said to be an ancient method of lettering on hard metal. However, with the development of science and technology, this lettering method has completely lost its use. That is, Zhang Yi, an unusual little dandy, uses this stupid method to engrave on the handle of a knife.)

If you block me from going to the sewer, let you try my sword!

That's what Zhang Yi suddenly turned his face and lit his knife. Don't think he just showed his knife to frighten people like those street gangsters. As long as you get nervous and scream, "today, you don't cut off my head as a urinal, you're my grandson", they immediately put away the knife and ran away, so that you can immediately understand that you're afraid of being horizontal, The principle of "being afraid of death".

Zhang Yi is not kidding.

At least, this guy is not joking now, because when the Joker holds a knife in his hand, his eyes will never stare at the big artery around his neck. He is eager to see a knife.

Fang Yuan is no longer invulnerable. When he persuaded Zhang Yi to take the initiative to withdraw from the Department led by Guo Yiqin, he seemed to tell him carelessly.

If not, Zhang Yi will not turn his face and show his knife. He has to go down with Fang Yuan to deal with Toyoda Xiumin, or he can go down by himself.

Zhang Yi was not at ease about the safety of the square, because after more than two years of covert investigation, he knew that Toyoda Soomin's top name of the top master of the ocean was not blown out.

Clearly not at ease, Fang Yuan went to find a powerful enemy alone and tried his best, but Zhang Yi threatened him with a knife -- which made God wonder: are you trying to save him or kill him? It's worthy of being an unusual little dandy, which makes people like Guo Yiqin very headache.

Fangyuan doesn't have a headache.

Because when he guessed that Zhang Yi would never rest assured that he would strangle with Toyoda Xiumin himself, he thought of a countermeasure.

Fang Yuan's strategy is very simple. Instead of dueling with him first and the winner gets the Sabi behavior of pinching with Hideki Toyoda, he uses his best mouth Kung Fu to ignore the bright knife and slowly ask, "brother Zhang, are you guigeng this year?"

On the back of brother Zhang's right hand holding the knife, the green tendon protruded slightly, and then he replied coldly, "I'm only a month younger than you. What's the matter?"

Every time when talking with Zhang Yi, Fang Yuan can consciously filter out his words calling himself "Lord Zhang and Lao Tzu" as shit. This time, naturally, he continues to ask, "how many brothers and sisters?"

"You crazy, ask these questions!"

Zhang Yi is very impatient. I really don't understand how he hid in the dark of the sewer a few days ago and waited for Fangyuan and yamahara EMI to fall in love in the heavy truck for several hours.

At the beginning, Longtou created seven killers, named after demons, ghosts, dragons and wolves, which are sorted by their age. The demon hand night soul searching is the oldest, followed by the demon hand iron Liao, and the ghost hand is the third in the circle. The monster hand Chen Duanyu is only one day younger than him, but nearly one month older than the Buddha hand Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi is one year older than the most anxious wolf hand Qin Jiehua, so he ranks the fifth and calls Fang Yuan the third (as for who the sixth dragon hand is, it will be mentioned later).

Fang Yuan still had a good time, without smoke or fire: "if you want to go on, answer my question first."

"Your Uncle Zhang is the only child!"

Zhang Yi was helpless and had to bite his teeth.

Fang Yuan asked calmly, "how many girls have you provoked so far?"

Since Fang Yuan had said that he had to answer these questions before he could promise Zhang Yi to go to the sewer, Zhang Yi had to temporarily suppress his anger and sneer: "it will only be more than you, not less than you. Fang Laosan, you want to show off that the girls you meet are rare in the world -- "

Fang Yuan interrupted him: "the last question, how many sons and daughters have you provoked so many girls?"

"Grass, I still want to be natural and unrestrained for a few more years. How can I be tied up by children like those unforgettable Shabi?"

When Zhang Yi said this, he suddenly shut his mouth and his eyes darkened.

He finally figured out why Fang Yuan asked these out of tune nonsense.

Fang Yuan is reminding him: as your father's only son, you haven't left a man and a half for your Lao Zhang family. If you take such a great risk to fight with Toyoda Xiumin, once you hang up a comparison, or xiaodingding is cut off with a knife, isn't your Lao Zhang family going to be the last?

"I already have two sons, twins, who showed off with you when I called you last time."

Fang Yuan raised his hand, lightly patted Zhang Yi's cheek, smiled and scolded: "silly bird, I don't object to you dying, but you have to complete your minimum mission at least, don't you? Well, don't pretend to be a "God, earth, why are you doing this to me", just pat your ass and go away. I really want to go to Beijing in the future. I will definitely find you. "

"I --"

As soon as Zhang Yi's mouth opened, he was coldly blocked by Fang Yuan: "you fart. You already have a psychological burden. What else can you do if you go on at this time? All right, all right, there's no ink. Get out of here. "

Like a fly, Fang Yuan waved his hand. Without waiting for Zhang Yi to say anything, he turned and walked quickly to the car.

After a few steps, Fang Yuan felt a cold wind rising behind him, and the scream of yamahara EMI also sounded in time: "Fang Yuan, be careful!"

When Fang Yuan turned his back to Zhang Yi, he raised his hand and cut a knife.

Fang Yuan was not in the slightest panic. He didn't even blink. When yamahara's scream just spread in the air, he did not turn his head back and copied the handle of the unfamiliar Dao engraved with the "Buddha's hand spread wings", which was firmly held in his hand.

Zhang Yi is not sneaking into the surrounding area. He just wants to give him the unfamiliar knife he loves more than life.

Weapons are never the main reason for deciding something.

But there is no doubt that after losing some tough skills, Fangyuan will have a better grasp of Toyoda Xiumin if he can have a superior weapon in the world.

Zhang Yi, who shoulders the important task of inheriting the family of old Zhang Jia, can't go to the sewer, so he can only give his love knife to Fang Yuan: brother, don't be afraid, the sword is like a person, my spirit will fight side by side with you!

Fang Yuan turned around and raised his right hand. After Zhang Yi reached out to catch the stranger's knife, his face became ugly again, more than just now.

"I've destroyed such a knife. I remember telling you."

Fang Yuan looked into Zhang Yi's eyes and said softly, "you should also know that two years ago, in the underground ancient city of the Northern Dynasty, Qin Caihua jumped into the abyss with a knife in order to keep the unfamiliar knife from being taken away by Fengtian Xiumin. Are you helping me or increasing my psychological burden by giving me a knife at this time? "

"Special, what should I do!?"

Zhang Yi was furious and waved his knife fiercely. The top half of a wild jujube tree on the roadside and hillside flew into the air. The broken part was smooth and flat, just like tofu.

"You must have other weapons."

Fang Yuan looked at Zhang Yi's right leg and said slowly, "the pistol can't be used, and I don't want to use it. I really hope to fight with the first expert of Dongyang. I don't believe there will be any regret whether I live or die, win or lose."

"You are not her opponent, including Guo Yiqin. We are not her opponents when we compete with her."

Zhang Yi bent over bitterly and rolled up his trouser legs.

Zhang, who can make his heart proud, personally admits that he is not an opponent of a woman, especially an oriental woman, which is worse than cutting his little Dingding with a knife.

But this is the fact that anyone must face the reality.

Because of these people, no one makes the blade burn instantly when cutting a knife.

Maybe Sirius can, but he has long fallen in the northwest.

Due to the different traditions of the two countries, the legendary Chinese Kung Fu is already a movement to cultivate the body and build up the body (this is the original intention of the Chinese Kung Fu). However, the martial arts of Dongyang always keep the tradition handed down in the cold weapon era.

It is unimaginable how much an excellent Ninja needs to pay behind it, especially Toyota Xiumin, the king of ninja.

Whether you admit it or not, whether you like it or not, you must abide by the reality of "how much you pay, how much you can get": ninjas have received cruel training since they were three years old, majoring in how to kill their targets in any complex environment.

When it comes to the ways and means of killing people, the Ninja skill of taking the edge of the sword is beyond the reach of the aboveboard Chinese Kung Fu.

Therefore, even if Zhang Yi is arrogant, he has to admit some facts.

When he straightened up again, he had a bright silver army stab in his hand.

This is also a murder weapon with a very complex manufacturing process and is known as the "king of soldiers". Although it is not as powerful as Kunlun Mo Dao, it can be carried by Zhang Yi, which is enough to prove that it is also extraordinary.

Zhang Yi's weapons, whether friends or women, must be extraordinary.

Fang Yuan took the bright silver army stab, took a sword flower in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, turned and left: "go!"

"I'll wait for you to come out."

Zhang Yi shouted, "if you don't come out in an hour, I'll go in."

Fang Yuan ignored him. He kept walking to the front of the car. When he opened the door, he frowned and said, "can you say something nice and auspicious, boy?"

"OK."

Zhang Yi nodded: "then say something nice and auspicious. Early this morning, my people found that at least a dozen people had gone to the sewer. They followed up immediately and searched until 2 p.m., but found nothing. "

After a pause, he continued, "you robbed her woman, she won't give up with you, let alone tell you the rules. So, since you want to go alone this time, I can only wish you a good trip in advance. Every year today, when I am free, I will come here to burn some paper money for you. Please accept my little heart. "

The corner of Fang Yuan's mouth jerked a few times, but he didn't say anything. He raised the middle finger of his right hand, made a gesture towards Zhang Yi, bowed his head and got on the car.

Zhang Yi is not the Lord who suffers a loss and doesn't say a word. When he drives around and deliberately rubs him, he extends his middle finger to poke him in time.