The hard object that Qin Tian's hand touched was the one that Chang Yuan deliberately stuffed into his pocket at the airport. Chang Yuan then stayed by his side on the pretext of pursuing it.
That thing is the so-called magic weapon of the head-lowering master, the mud whistle.
To be honest, after returning to his small suburban villa during the day, Qin Tian also took out the mud whistle and looked at it carefully.
After seeing it, I just laughed it off.
When he was traveling in Southeast Asia, he also met several head-down masters. One of them was known as the Living Buddha and was a great expert.
After he became friends with Qin Tian, in order to show his sincerity, he told Qin Tian in detail about the origin of the head-lowering technique in Southeast Asia.
Cultivation methods and techniques for lowering the head.
There are also some cracking solutions.
It's a pity that Qin Tian was busy at the time and felt that this kind of thing would never be put on the stage, so he didn't study it seriously.
Even so, the master said that the gold content is naturally extraordinary. So after Qin Tian saw Black Eagle's magical weapon, the mud whistle, he roughly knew his method.
He had kept this mud whistle by his side and had no idea what to do with it yet.
At this moment, an idea came to me. It seemed to be a good choice to use it to deal with Kong Fang.
Thinking of this, he quietly held the mud whistle in his hand, braced himself, and tried his best to dodge.
Kong Fang was sure that Qin Tian was at the end of his strength. The Grandmaster's unique skill was to release his internal energy outwards. At this moment, Qin Tian didn't even have the strength to release his internal energy outwards.
So he attacked fiercely without mercy. Sometimes the soft silver snake sword in his hand was like a silver snake piercing the air, sometimes it was like ten thousand silver stars, sometimes it was quiet but as vicious as a snake, sometimes it was as fast and sharp as electricity.
Qin Tian was forced to walk around the field. It seemed that he could only parry and had no power to fight back.
Several times, he was forced to hide behind rocks or flowerpots. He looked like he did not have the air of a master.
But no one saw that while hiding behind flower pots and stones, Qin Tian held a mud whistle in his hand, quickly put it to his mouth, and blew a few times.
As Qin Tian blew, every time, a few small white dots invisible to the naked eye flew out from another hole in the mud whistle.
This little white insect was like a tiny insect egg, clinging to Kong Fang's body without anyone noticing.
Then, as if the seeds found the soil, they began to hatch quickly. After turning into tiny white nematodes, they crazily burrowed into the clothes above the hole.
It was night, and although many headlights were on, there were still many shadows. The places where Qin Tian chose to blow the whistle to release insect eggs were behind rocks or pillars, and the shadows were heavier.
Therefore, no one noticed his little move.
Kong Fang regarded Qin Tian as his formidable enemy and was fully focused on it. He just wanted to capture Qin Tian as soon as possible, so he never expected that Qin Tian would have such a small trick.
As more and more white worms attached to his body, at first, Kong Fang just felt that a certain part of his skin was itchy once or twice.
He didn't care either.
Later, I felt like something was getting into my nostrils and ears.
He couldn't help but sneeze, thinking that he was old, fighting in the middle of the night, and caught a cold?
It shouldn't be.
My health has always been very good, and since I have reached the level of a master, I am almost immune to disease and evil.
He didn't think too much, he just wanted to capture Qin Tian as soon as possible and end the battle.
But, slowly, I started to feel a little powerless.
He couldn't help but yawned and felt his eyes were a little sore.
Sleepy?
I really wanted to lie down and have a good sleep. At the same time, the silver snake soft sword in his hand gradually slowed down.
Qin Tian was overjoyed!
It seems that this method really works.
In order to further relax Kong Fang's vigilance, he deliberately failed to dodge, allowing Kong Fang's soft sword to cut his sleeve.
"What a sword!"
Qin Tian fled in panic and said with envy: "Master Kong, where did you get such a sharp soft sword?"
What Kong Fang is usually most proud of is his cultivation as a fourth-grade master; the other is this soft sword.
Who in the martial arts doesn't love weapons? It is said that he has a very proud story about how he obtained this soft sword.