Tang Guobin was so proud that he lent the Muramasa Demon Sword to Saburo Inoue. The man held the sword and looked at it carefully for two minutes. He held the handle of the sword with one hand and made two false blows. He was so excited that he even forgot to change his pants.
At that time, he was like a clown, constantly performing tricks under the watchful eyes of many Chinese Tibetan friends.
"Hattori-kun, come here and see if this sword is Muramasa?" Saburo Inoue held the sword and excitedly greeted the man carrying a wooden box not far away. The man immediately came over carrying the box.
Tang Guobin put the diamonds in his hand into Xu Qing's pocket and said with a smile: "It's easy to make money, kid. These are yours. Let me borrow Chunjun Sword for a few days."
Xu Qing calmly reached out and took out a diamond from his pocket, played with it between his fingers, and reminded in a low voice: "There are still two minutes to take the knife back. I always feel that this little devil is aiming at the Muramasa knife."
Come."
Tang Guobin smiled disapprovingly and said: "It's okay. There are at least ten cameras in the hall, and we two brothers are watching. We are not afraid of what they are doing."
Xu Qing knew that talking was useless, so he blinked and stared at the man named Hattori-kun. In the wooden box in his hand was a samurai sword that looked exactly like Muramasa. The only difference was that the sword was broken.
Moreover, the connection technology is very sophisticated, and it is difficult to find the tricks without looking carefully.
The man called Hattori took the sword from Saburo Inoue, looked at it seriously, nodded and muttered a few words in Japanese, then quickly danced with the sword in one hand, and the long sword danced in his hand.
With a little bit of dazzling white light, this guy is an expert at playing with knives. When he danced the knife in his hand, the silver thread swayed and hissed in the wind, instantly attracting the attention of most people present.
Xu Qing's eyes never left the wooden box in his hand. Suddenly, he saw the knife in the box pop out quickly from one end, as if it was a drawer. He quickly put a long knife in with one hand.
He went in and grabbed the broken knife that was originally in the box.
No, the little devil needs to change his knife. Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately used his strength to flick out the diamond on his fingertips. Whoosh! The speed of the pea-sized diamond was no less than that of a diamond coming out of the barrel.
The bullet instantly hit Hattori's wrist holding the wooden box.
"Ouch!" Hattori screamed in pain, and the diamond penetrated the flesh and was nailed to his left wrist bone. In pain, the wooden box in his hand could not be held and fell to the ground with a splat, and the two samurai swords crossed and fell on the ground.
One place.
This wooden box is a carefully designed prop. There is a device similar to a pop-up drawer inside. Hattori, the little Japanese, attracts people's attention with the brilliance of his sword dance. Saburo Inoue takes the opportunity to block the opening at one end of the wooden box with his body. As long as
It was a matter of switching the positions of the two knives without being discovered at that time.
The agency's calculations were too clever, but they forgot that Xu Qing was watching with wide eyes. He was still using his clairvoyant eyes, so he couldn't hide any tricks.
The wooden box fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. The mechanisms inside could be seen at a glance. Tang Guobin was furious when he saw all this. He pulled out the Chunjun sword with his backhand and jumped over. He raised his hand and put the sword on Inoue Saburo's neck.
, sneered: "Little devil, are you playing magic?"
Inoue Saburo was now shameless in risking his life. His calves were trembling, but he kept his composure on his face and said in denial: "What are you doing? You accidentally dropped the knife on the ground and it won't break."
The mechanism in the box is two identical samurai swords. A discerning person can tell by looking at the box that the little devil is playing a trick of substituting one thing for another, but this guy is still denying it. He has seen shameless people, but he is really shameless to this extent.
Rare.
Young Master Tang was amused by this guy. Instead of getting angry, he smiled and said: "Pretend, you thick-skinned grandson, keep pretending." The Tibetan friends in the hall were furious. In addition to reprimanding the little devil for his shameless behavior, there were a few others.
Tibetan friends shouted encouragement from the side.
"Chop him, chop him to death..." "Chop off his dog paws, damn, shameless thing..." These are obviously the masters who are worried about the world being in chaos. You should be treated as a big sword these days.
In the movie, the Japanese are beheaded. They were kicked in the head by a donkey before they were beheaded in front of so many people, and they are shameless international friends.
Xu Qing took two steps forward to the wooden box and bent down to pick up the Muramasa sword. Unexpectedly, two hands stretched out from the side at the same time and quickly grabbed the two samurai swords. They were the injured Hattori and another.
A man took action.
"Get out!" Xu Qing opened his palms, and shot out his palms to overcome misfortunes. His heart returned to Bodhi, and it was empty and without saints. The erratic palm shadows were unpredictable, making people unable to avoid them.
Bang bang - the two men were each hit twice on the shoulder, but they didn't feel anything strange. It was as if they were patted on the shoulder by an acquaintance. They looked at each other suspiciously and then reached out to grab the knife.
Peng——The claws were only halfway extended when a loud bang suddenly came out. The clothes and pants of the two men were all shattered into pieces. What was even more strange was that even the hair on their bodies was completely removed in an instant, and their whole bodies were completely cool.
While the two were stunned, Xu Qing reached out and grabbed one of the samurai swords and stood up, looking at the two hairless pigs with a half-smile. These two guys had really good figures, but their buttocks were a bit white.
The dramatic change made all the Tibetan friends in the hall stunned, and then they burst into laughter. Some people even pointed at the two bare-butt men and laughed and cursed: "Damn it, the quality of the little devil's clothes is too bad, paper."
Prick it!"
Zhang Daquan said with a smile: "The roof of that little devil's car is made of paper, and the clothes and pants are probably the same. It's good. If you die, you will even save the money for incense, paper and horses."
Xu Qing sheathed the knife in his hand and ignored the two dazed naked butts behind him. He walked straight to Young Master Tang, winked and said, "Brother, let's go. It's boring to compete with this kind of person.
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Young Master Tang was still angry and said in a deep voice: "Do you mean to let these grandsons go like this?" Holding his breath, he really couldn't do anything to Saburo Inoue. At best, he was an attempted fraud, so he couldn't be happy.
The sword of grievance has made people snap, right?
Xu Qing stretched out his palm and patted Inoue on the shoulder, pushed him, and said with a smile: "Don't play such clever tricks in the future. You can also make money by going back to make some movies, so get out!"
Young Master Tang sheathed his sword, grinned and was about to say something. Xu Qing stepped forward, hugged his shoulders and walked out of the door. Then he said mysteriously: "Brother, I was there with the little devil just now."
After some tricks were used on him, he will have a life that he cannot afford."
"What?" Mr. Tang's eyes lit up, and he asked: "Speak more clearly, stop being so careless with me. Also, why did you let the two little devils escape just now? Tell me honestly."