Chapter 107

Zhao Buer looked at Zhou Hao unhappily, picked up the steel gun on the ground and said, "little master, dare you play some real skills like me?"

"The gun stabbed the throat?" Zhou Hao hesitated.

"Exactly Zhao Buer returned in a bad mood.

"These tricks are real skills, but I played them in my early years." Zhou Hao said with a smile.

"Woo!" A crowd of onlookers yelled.

But it's not provocative!

Zhao Buer's face was blue with anger, as if he was about to seize Zhou Hao's collar, and then he said, "little brother, you can eat rice at random, but you can't talk nonsense!"

"This elder brother, let's not play tricks. Do you have the ability to show everyone the ability to comment on it Zhou Hao called.

A crowd of spectators clapped and yelled, and told them to hurry up and show their hands!

Zhao Buer bowed his hand to all the people: "well, I'm sorry, let everyone wait for a long time, this will show you the ability to look after the house!"

After that, he shook the steel gun in his hand, and pricked the sharp end of the gun to Tiantu cave on his sternum. Then the other end of the gun was connected to the crack in the bridge deck. With luck, Tiantu filled with a genuine spirit and stood against the gun tip.

The gun is more than half a foot long, with one head on his sternum and the other on the ground, standing in a triangle.

"Take care, gentlemen. Don't blink!" Zhao Buer yelled to remind the audience.

Seeing his posture, everyone was already nervous about him. They did not dare to cheer him up, for fear that the tip of the gun might pierce his throat if he was not careful!

Zhao Buer also coldly looked at Zhou Hao, as if to say: boy, take good care of your grandfather Zhao is how to eat with real ability!

Zhou Hao was calm. He just looked at it to see what kind of tricks the black man could play.

"Brother Hao, what is he going to play with you?" Big Qingzi asked Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao sneered and said, "he wants to play with me what I'm good at!"

"Oh? What is it? " Big green son hesitated.

Zhou Hao knocked on his chest and said, "the golden body is not bad."

"Brother Hao, you can't be attacked by fire and water. The black man kicked hard stone when he compared this with you." Big Qingzi's eyes brightened.

Zhou Hao's faint smile also made him feel sad about Zhao Buer.

What's worse than me? You're going to compete with this?

You're in bad luck!

Zhao Buer snorted and pressed forward, but the tip of the steel gun didn't pierce his skin or throat!

As he pushed forward even harder, the steel gun with loud sounds bent!

At this time, a crowd of onlookers have been exclaimed, stunned!

Because this time Zhao Buer's performance is very different from that of the past. Maybe it's this time that he competes with the new performing artists, so he is very cruel, fast, accurate and ruthless!

The steel gun, in a twinkling of an eye, he was bent into a cone!

He picked up the steel gun, which was so bent that it could not be bent any more, and then threw it on the ground with a clang sound.

The audience was relieved, and then clapped and cheered!

Zhao Buer repeatedly bowed his hands and said to everyone, "make a fool of yourself. Please be frank. Let's see if it's me or the little master's skill."

After listening to his words, everyone cast expectant eyes to Zhou Hao.