Chapter Sixty-Seven: Chopping Off Fingers!

"Little white face, I won't look for you, you still come to the door by yourself today, since you are here, don't want to leave. ”

"I'm so scared when I say that! I think your kitchen knife dance is flashy, and it's just pretense. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The pork man's face immediately turned the color of pork liver, and he shouted.

"Play with a kitchen knife quickly, your heart must be calm, your desire has just risen, and the knife intent has arrived, so you are only worthy of chopping pork and being a butcher!"

Yan Hao said angrily.

"You little white-faced, unbelievable and thick guy, you dare to go against our boss, you are impatient!"

The five men who stood on the sidelines and watched the excitement said disdainfully.

Yes, the five of them have already begun to make up for the scene of Yan Hao being knocked over with a knife.

"Little white face, just like you, you still came here to be a hero, Lao Tzu must leave you a finger today. ”

"Since you want to play, the master will accompany you to play today, and if I win, you will hand over Sister-in-law Liu. ”

Yan Hao sneered in his heart, but his appearance was very modest, and he said lightly.

"How to play?"

The kitchen knife man shouted.

"The gameplay is simple, each closes his eyes, spreads out his five fingers on the cutting board, and uses a kitchen knife to cut the gap between his fingers. ”

Yan Hao showed a hint of cunning on his face, and smiled ghostly.

"Hehe! In this way, Lao Tzu will still be afraid that you will not succeed?"

The kitchen knife man's face suddenly froze, full of mockery and sneer, and the corners of his mouth also moved a hint of mockery.

"I'll come first. ”

Yan Hao put his slender and thick five fingers on the pork cutting board, and spread out the five fingers of his left hand, and Yang Fat Man was shocked to watch, because it was impossible to accomplish.

"Brother Hao, this is too dangerous......"

Yang Fatzi pulled the corner of Yan Hao's clothes and muttered in a low voice.

I saw Yan Hao smiling slightly, his expression was gloomy, and he picked up another pig-killing knife on the cutting board, and under the sun, the back of the knife was glowing with blood.

The snowy knife light flashed with a trace of coldness, Yan Hao's right arm was raised high, his eyes were closed, and the pig killing knife in his hand danced in the air with beautiful knife flowers, and he began to fall rapidly.

"Bang!"

A flash of knife light flashed, and it fell between the five fingers like raindrops, and it fell into the fingers without any damage.

"Yan's eighteen knives. ”

A knife to the body,

Two knives want to break the soul,

Three swords kill people......

Yan Hao shouted loudly in his mouth, that domineering momentum had already shocked several people, and his simple movements hid a rather clever sword and man in the realm of sword art.

The powerful hand strength is combined with its own wrist strength, and it has reached the realm where it can easily cut people's muscles and bones, shave their fur, and integrate them into the realm of perfection.

Yan Hao closed his eyes and danced as smoothly as a normal chopping vegetable, and the cutting board smashed by the knife made a crisp sound.

"It's your turn! ”

Yan Hao stuck the knife on the cutting board, opened his eyes, and reminded.

"What a joke, I'm afraid?"

Although the kitchen knife man was very his mouth, he was already a little panicked in his heart, and the momentum that was forcing him just now plummeted by half.

I saw him spread out on the cutting board with one hand, and a kitchen knife in the air with the other, and began to close his eyes, ready to fall but began to hesitate, and did not move.

"Bag!"

Yan Hao laughed and said with disdain.

The people watching from the side widened their eyes and stared intently at the kitchen knife hanging in the air, swallowing the saliva in their mouths nervously.

When the kitchen knife man heard the ridicule and ridicule in Yan Hao's words, he finally felt ruthless, and the kitchen knife in his hand began to slash towards the cutting board quickly.