The number of cuts before and after is different.

Because the braised eggs are round and not square, no one can control how many pieces can be cut per knife.

Of course, the knife can be cut into arcs, but when the knife is cut into arcs, the knife surface must form an angle with the braised egg, which will cause a destructive effect on the braised egg.

So even if you cut it with a machine, it is impossible to use a flat knife to cut out arc-shaped silk.

The more you go, the harder it becomes. With a knife, you can even cut out 3 to 5 pieces of braised eggs.

Wu Fan was extremely slow, like an elegant gentleman, stroking his lover, his eyes were extremely soft. He seemed to have fallen in love with this braised egg, and he loved very deeply, deeply, deeply in love, and unable to extricate himself.

Yamamoto Ryosuke frowned again.

He was impressed by the boy's sword technique, but why was he so slow?

The first braised egg is quick to produce, but the second braised egg is like a baby who is pregnant for ten months and has not yet taken shape.

He must have done it on purpose, and he wanted to use this method to restore his physical strength and his skills.

It is best to take advantage of his concentration and end this disaster with a knife.

But he couldn't, he hadn't seen that work of art, the work of art that he would never reach in his life.

That was a height that no one on the entire earth had ever reached.

If I hadn't seen that miracle, wouldn't I have regretted my life?

But what if you see that miracle and die in the hands of that master?

Yamamoto Ryosuke could die at Wu Fan's hands. If he really saw that miracle, he would die at Wu Fan's hands without hesitation.

But this bastard is a person with a sense of family and country, and the most important thing about Japanese people is loyalty.

The subordinates must be loyal to the master, the employees must be loyal to the boss, he must be responsible for the five follow-ups of Japan, and he must use any means to kill the young man.

His heart was very conflicted, and his hands were slightly stiff.

This is the posture he wants to draw the sword, but he still didn't pull it out. He knew that once the sword was pulled out, it would not be retracted without blood.

He had already killed one of his relatives, and he really didn't want to kill Xiao Yuan Hengli too.

After all, the woman has been with him for several years, helped him do a lot of things and solved many physical needs. They have had enough tacit understanding. With just one look, you can tell whether he wants to drink water, eat, practice knife, or do something else.

Wu Fan slowly cut it down one by one, and it was already counted to 927.

927 is also the pinnacle of human swordsmanship, which is a height that no one has ever raised.

Should I kill him now? Now is indeed a very good time. After passing this village, I will lose this shop. This is a proverb from the Dragon Clan, simple and clear, and very philosophical.

Wait a little longer and see what height he can reach.

Yamamoto Ryosuke was very curious about what level this young man could reach? Is it really like he bragging about?

Wu Fan's expression was not affected at all, and he was still slowly moving his hands and cutting slowly, one by one, much slower than before.

This was simply a torment for Ryosuke Yamamoto. He had never encountered such an opponent, and he had never been so entangled.

Killing someone is only a matter of minutes for him. With his hands raised, he will return to the west.

When you stop and stop, you will suffer from chaos.

This is of course also a famous proverb of the Dragon Clan. Yamamoto Ryosuke committed a big taboo today. His knife was still in the scabbard, as if his knife was beating itself.

A knife will follow a bloodthirsty master for a long time and will have its own soul.

When the owner has a difference, the knife will naturally have its own impulse, and it wants to jump out by itself, so the knife shakes slightly inside the scabbard.

"Noisy!" Yamamoto's eyes glared at his own knife, and his knife had just calmed down.

In fact, the action was very light, so no one could observe it, only the communication between him and Dao Xin.

“956.”

Later, Wu Fan even cut off a braised egg thread with one knife. The braised egg thread was as thin as yarn, and even a gentle breeze would blow it away.

His knife speed was even slower, and it took even two seconds to cut off a shredded egg.

However, at this moment, Yamamoto Ryosuke's heart suddenly calmed down because he realized that even if he was so slow, he could wait. At most, there was still one minute. Although it was difficult and he had to wait for his own knife, he would have to endure it. However, a crazy knife that longed to drink blood would have greater lethality, so he could tolerate it. For what he could see and for the goals he achieved.

And this almost reached the limit of the boy because he found that the boy seemed to be unable to support him.

Maybe he will end his performance with the next knife. At that time, it would be natural to kill him.

Yamamoto Ryosuke smiled slightly.

"962." The boy seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, and a drop of cold sweat slid from his forehead.

Yamamoto Ryosuke's brows gradually stretched out. Perhaps in the next second, the boy failed. Although he had been very successful, he was still far from his goal.

There is a proverb from the Dragon Clan that says 100 miles and a half 90, which is what it means.

The more we reached the end, the harder it became. The Dragon Clan people climbed Mount Everest six hundred years ago, and it was still ten meters away. Since it was almost 90 degrees above the glacier, they reached a ladder, and the burrs of the hiking boots relay were pricked on the shoulders of the team members below.

So I had no choice but to take off my hiking boots and step on the shoulders of the team members below barefoot.

The team member's feet were frozen and could not be cut off in the end.

That time the dragon clan climbed to the top of Mount Everest and paid a heavy price.

Because there was not much evidence that they reached the top of the mountain, the international community did not recognize their great feat, and it was a tragic history.

This seemed to be a very big challenge for Wu Fan. This was the most difficult moment in his life. He gritted his teeth and persevered, and he must not give up, and must not give up.

If he gives up, then this will be his burial place, and if he wins, there will be a glimmer of hope.

But his hands were really sour, and his movements were almost deformed. The braised egg strands he cut were not as good as before.

Fortunately, he could still control the braised egg thread and did not break the braised egg thread.

Yamamoto's fingers suddenly became less stiff, which was a sign that he wanted to draw his sword.

He thought that the period was coming soon, maybe in the next second, maybe in the next 0.1 second.

But at this moment, Wu Fan suddenly handed the knife to his left hand.

Yamamoto Ryosuke frowned again, but soon stretched out again.

Everyone has a habitual hand. He changed his left hand because he couldn't hold on with his right hand. He definitely didn't have any left hand, and the number of swords on his right hand should be higher.

Besides, this is the final stage. Even if his left hand skills are a little worse than the right hand skills, he will be doomed to fail, so this young man Carrie Lam's turnover is a very unwise choice.

As a long-standing hero, he will never change players at the last minute. Even if he has done many stupid things before or even failed many times, he must encourage him to persevere at the last moment.

Once a general is replaced, the soldiers accepted must adapt to the command of another general again, and they need a certain amount of running-in, and they are often wiped out by the enemy during running-in.
Chapter completed!