A haggard man with tuberculosis, so thin that his waist could be blown away by a strong wind. However, behind the palm-width leather belt around his waist, there is a circle of flying knives that are several inches long, different from those in the bar.
It is a thing used to throw foam targets in. This is a real willow leaf-shaped throwing knife. Each one is polished to a white and bright color, and the light can be used to identify people. [This chapter is updated for you by netizens]
At a distance of about two hundred meters, Xu Qing believed that even if two AK47s were pointed at him, it would not be possible to produce the dangerous aura just now, because he was fully capable of avoiding the bullets just before they flew, or using protective weapons.
His anger blocked all the bullets, but the throwing knife on the waist of the man with the appearance of a tuberculosis ghost can make people feel this way. This can only prove one thing, the throwing knife can pose a threat or even danger to him.
Xu Qing was sizing up the man from a distance, but the other man didn't seem to notice. He was holding a grass stalk in his mouth, leaning leisurely on the poplar tree pole, and he glanced here inadvertently from the corner of his eye.
He was also looking at classmate Xiao Xu, but he was doing it more covertly.
"Boss, that guy is weird, how about I go up and get under him?" He Shang whispered, raised his feet and prepared to walk towards the poplar tree. He was quite confident in his own strength now.
Xu Qing raised his lips slightly and said with a faint smile: "There's no need to go, I should have provoked this person." After saying that, he pursed his lips at the door of a villa not far away, where two people were parked side by side.
Taiwan extended length Hongqi sedan.
I remember that at the jade sale in Yangon, Myanmar, Xu Qing and Mr. Li both took a fancy to a piece of jade with worms. Finally, Xu Qing used the ability of clairvoyance to successfully pocket the piece of jade and gave it to his teacher Xue after returning to China.
Hongyun, this extremely difficult material can only be put to full use in the hands of Mr.
A long time has passed, and I think I have already thought about that piece of material.
If the guess is correct, this consumptive ghost with a throwing knife must be someone brought by Mr. Li. He should be a bodyguard. There is no one who can be taken by Mr. Li.
He Shang scratched his ears with his backhand and asked, "I don't understand. Are you familiar with him? Why do you say it was you who caused it?"
Xu Qing said: "Have you ever heard of Li Zemin when you were in the Chinese Martial Arts?" He Shang paused for a moment, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and he stretched out his right thumb and made a shaking motion: "You mean
This Li Zemin?"
Xu Qing nodded and smiled: "It must be him. I made an appointment with him in Yangon, Myanmar to have a piece of jadeite that I thought about and invited him to come and appreciate. It should be ready now."
"Oh!" He Shang responded with a vague understanding, and couldn't help but turn around and glance at the consumptive ghost-like guy under the poplar tree in the distance.
At a glance, He Shang's pupils shrank like needles, his body turned sharply, and he looked in the direction of the poplar tree with a vigilant expression, because he found that the tuberculosis ghost had a shiny knife on his fingertips, and he clamped the handle of the knife between his fingers.
On the fingertips, tap this side slightly, as if you are about to throw the knife over at any time.
"It's okay. He was hundreds of meters away, and the nervous man looked at the knife wielder opposite him silently. He was sure that the opponent's flying knife could reach close, but it was hard to say whether it could penetrate the protective aura.
, unless this thing uses Xiao Li's flying knife.
The consumptive man took out a pamphlet from his pocket and opened it. He turned the tip of the knife and scratched it a few times. He tore off a piece of paper and pointed it to this side. With a flick of his wrist, the knife flew towards the paper with the piece of paper.
Floating over here.
Why is "floating" used to describe the trajectory of a flying knife in the air? Because it is so slow that it keeps moving in a straight line at a constant speed as if the tip is held by an invisible thread. In addition, the blade is wearing a piece of paper.
An extra-large white cabbage butterfly is flying at such a speed that an ordinary person can catch it in the palm of his hand.
The flying knife seemed extremely slow but was actually extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it was already close. Xu Qing reached out with his left palm and caught the flying knife firmly in his palm. He felt that the knife was heavy in his hand, and he pulled out the piece of paper worn on the blade.
At first glance, I saw a clear row of small words in block letters hollowed out on it: Mr. Li invited me, Yang Fan should beat me, and I gave him a knife as a token of appreciation. The signature was, Dragon Tooth Waste Knife.
Xu Qing smiled slightly and looked up at the man who called himself Feidao. He stretched out his hand to point at the villa where Mr.
The team members are here waiting for him to come back. From the last sentence, it seems that the Dragon Ya team is not monolithic. At least this guy named Feidao doesn't like Yang Fan.
"He Shang, you go back and rest first. I'm going to visit Mr. Li." Xu Qing tilted his head and ordered He Shang. When he turned his attention to the abandoned knife under the poplar tree, he suddenly found that the man had disappeared.
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It was only a hundred steps to the Xue family villa. Xu Qing played with the knife in his hand and pressed the door bell. After a few seconds, Xue Guoqiang opened the door. When he saw the knife in his hand, he frowned and said: "Put this thing away."
Get up and act like a fool all day long without any formality."
Xu Qing curled his lips, shook his palm, and the knife flew out from his palm, drawing a bright silver arc in the air and stabbing it on the osmanthus tree in the yard, making Xue Guoqiang frown again.
Entering the villa, Mr. Li and Mr. Xue were sitting on the sofa drinking tea and chatting. There was a half-foot-tall jadeite object on the coffee table. The two elders were sipping tea while pointing and talking about the object. When they saw Xu Qing enter the room, the two of them
The focus of the conversation naturally turned to him.
Mr. Xue waved to Xu Qing with a smile and said: "Qingzi, come and sit down and help the teacher take a look at this Kunpeng subduing the dragon."
"Kunpeng Subdues the Dragon, what a good name!" Xu Qing praised with a smile and walked quickly to the sofa. Mr. Li smiled and nodded to him and said: "Young man, we meet again, it seems that we have grown a lot taller.
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Xu Qing politely gave a half-bow to Mr. Li: "Hello." After saying that, he sat down next to Mr. Xue very wisely and turned his eyes to the ornament on the coffee table.
This is the piece of insect material I found last time in Yangon, Myanmar. It still maintains the shape of the cylinder that was extracted with the Longyuan Sword last time. The protruding piece of material that was deliberately left at the top last time has been polished into a shape.
The roc bird was fluttering its wings and pressing its claws, and its two sharp eyes were staring at a green jade insect diagonally below. This insect was decorated with micro-carving techniques and turned into a small dragon with flying scales and claws.
At first glance, it seemed that the roc stretched out its neck and stretched out its beak, as if it was ready to take the little dragon that was running away in a panic at the next moment...
Kunpeng is a divine bird in mythology. When it was young, it was shaped like a big fish in the sea, and when it grew up, it soared into the sky. Legend has it that this bird feeds on dragons. The Garuda bird in Buddhism eats five hundred little dragons plus one dragon king every day. It is so pitiful and tragic.
Dragon sons and grandsons have become noodles. Mr. Xue’s carving skills of Kunpeng subduing the dragon are impeccable, and the title of the work still contains a hint of kindness. He only uses the word "subject" instead of "eat" or "pecking". His wonderful thinking coincides with benevolence and justice.
The Way of Compassion is indeed a classic masterpiece passed down from generation to generation.