The next dagger hits the bull's-eye too!

With Ji Fengchen's every hit, everyone's nervous nerves relaxed little by little.

Because of scruples, because of the other party's point of view, Ji Fengchen did not directly fly out of the eight daggers at the same time, but just flew one by one.

Like them, every time he picked up a dagger, Ji Fengchen's nerves tightened a little, as if each dagger was incomparably heavy.

After the dagger flew out, I didn't hear the woman's painful voice, and my heart relaxed a little.

Minutes and seconds passed. On average, it takes 1 minute to adjust your mindset for every dagger you throw.

I've never seen this before!

If this was still in the Dragon Scale Training Team, the minute Ji Fengchen delayed would be enough for him to get out.

However, when the training team was on a fixed target, there were real people, but they were also stationary.

But the current situation is 。。。。。。 You can't do it without adjustment!

It was the turn of the last dagger, and Ji Fengchen and everyone's hearts all rose to their throats.

The breathing became heavier and heavier, the nose inhaled, the mouth exhaled, the deep breath adjusted for a long, long time, and just after the pose, the arm was lowered again.

"Do you throw it or not!" A dissatisfied voice sounded around him.

In the hearts of these people, they only have fun in their eyes, and they don't care about the safety of women at all!

Hearing the dissatisfied voices of these people, Ji Fengchen's heart instantly sank.

These people, they want to kill them! A bunch of brutes!

"Hurry up!" the wicked around him began to get impatient.

"How can you do this?!" Seventeen said dissatisfiedly, "Have you considered that woman's feelings?!"

"Why are we thinking about this?" everyone around them wondered, "This is for excitement and fun, sleep cares about these toys!"

"You!" Seventeen pointed to the man who spoke, so angry that he couldn't speak. The hand pointing at the other party was still shaking.

"This is society," Sixteen said expressionlessly, then pressed Seventeen's arm down.

"Brother, don't you care?!" Seventeen asked.

"It's useless," Long Jie said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Bastard!" Seventeen whispered, gritting his teeth.

"Give you another 10 seconds, if you don't throw the dagger again, you're out" The dealer said with his arms crossed "10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2"

With each countdown, Ji Fengchen's heart sank a little more.

He knew that if he didn't make another move, he would lose.

So as soon as the two words came out, Ji Fengchen's dagger had already hit the bull's-eye.

"Beautiful!" Seventeen jumped up happily as if burdened.

"Little brother is good, all hits!" all the people around laughed and clapped their hands.

Ji Fengchen let out a long sigh of relief, then took off the blindfold and laughed easily.

Just as Ji Fengchen was about to turn around, suddenly a gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the woman's eyebrows, killing her instantly!

"Why!?" Ji Fengchen turned around and yelled angrily at the dealer with the pistol.

"That's the rule, win, she's dead," the dealer said coldly.

"Bastard!" Seventeen said as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"I'll cure them later," Long Jie whispered in Seventeen's ear.

"What's the next level?" Ji Fengchen asked coldly.

"Horse racing," said the little brother, "please follow me"

What kind of horse racing is this!

The horse is actually a woman, and the horse walks slowly forward in a circle.

The riders kept whipping the horses hard!

Or take a needle or something and hit the horse hard, as long as they can be faster.

Seeing this, Seventeen quickly covered his eyes.

"Bastard, you've made Lao Tzu lose!" At the end of the game, all the losers kicked their horses to the ground, slapped them a few times, and then knelt down and the storm became more violent.

Brute!

"Play?" asked the little brother with a smile.

"No, no," Ji Fengchen said. He's not rotten to this extent.

"It's 21 o'clock," the little brother said with a smile.

"Fun?" Ji Fengchen turned his head to look at Seventeen.

"No, I can't yet," Seventeen said, waving his hand.

"Okay," Ji Fengchen said with a smile, "We don't play, what else?"

"Fried goldenrod and identification. The flop, the Colosseum and the roulette," the little brother said.

"Appraisal?" Ji Fengchen wondered, "Let's go and see"

"Okay, this way, please," the little brother said.

"You go back first" Turning around, Ji Fengchen said to Seventeen. He knew that Seventeen would not see such a thing.

"No, I'll stay" Seventeen gritted his teeth and said, "I might be useful next, I want to help you"

"Thank you," Ji Fengchen smiled slightly.

"It's okay," Seventeen said with a smile.

Fried goldenrod and identification are both items that belong to the circle and fork, and the identification is the identification of a man's time, technique, and content.

The Colosseum, which is the ancient Colosseum, imprisons people in it and fights with wild beasts. The man was bare-handed, he didn't even have a weapon, it was pure hand-to-hand combat!

If you lose, you will be eaten by the beast.

"How can this be won!" said Seventeen dissatisfied.

"I'm afraid that those who can win are all superpowers," Ji Fengchen said with a smile.

Now in the Colosseum, there is a thin man, who is fleeing from the pursuit of the tiger in horror, his speed is not bad, but the tiger yawns, and then pounces directly, tearing him apart in an instant.

"It's a pity! He just lost!" the radio rang out, "so who's going to be next? Let's wait and see!"

The staff then drove the tiger back with an electric shock.

Ji Fengchen jumped directly from the corridor into the Colosseum, and the people around him all shouted happily.

"It's really great! There's a challenger on your own! This challenger looks so young, I wonder if I can win?" shouted the broadcaster.

"Let that fighting wolf in," the boss said with a smile.

"Boss, isn't this right?" the assistant asked with some confusion, "That's the only one."

"If you can use it, you can stay, if you can't die, it doesn't matter" The boss said coldly, and then slapped the woman's body hard, "Hurry up, don't stop!"

"Yes," the assistant said.

The door that closed the beast slowly opened, and through the light, it was clear that there was a wolf inside, a wolf covered in bright silver, and a small scar on the top of its nose.

The wolf is very small, and it must have been born not long ago.

"Oh, this is not good!" The radio shouted again, "This is the most powerful wolf fighting in ancient legends! We are genetically modified wolves with the highest combat effectiveness! I wonder if this challenger can win? The odds are 100:1, hurry up and place a bet!"