"Ding"

A crisp sound resounded throughout the audience.

Chiba Toichiro's eyes shrank sharply, and he looked at the place where his blade was in disbelief, the skin and flesh that he thought could be cut lightly, the shiny blade could not be advanced less than a centimeter from the neck of the Huaxia warrior. Even if he had quietly used enough wrist strength.

At this moment, it is close at hand, but it seems to be far away.

And this qiē is caused by a small silver needle. But the twenty-centimeter silver needle was lightly twisted by two slender and white fingers, blocking the blade.

"Seeing that you still have a bit of backbone, you haven't lost the face of your ancestors, you go down first." Gao Ming didn't even look at Chiba Toichiro, who was struggling with the silver needle on his finger with all his strength, and turned his head sideways to say to Long Zewu, who had just returned from the death line and was breathing heavily.

Long Zewu is also quite tenacious, although his legs and feet are a little weak because of the incomparable fear of life and death, he still reluctantly exerts all his strength, jumps back, withdraws from Chiba Toichiro's attack range, holds a somewhat bare palm and salutes Gao Ming reluctantly, turns around and jumps out of the ring.

Naturally, the medical staff who had been waiting on the side for a long time urgently bandaged him.

Seeing that Long Zewu had left, Gao Ming's hand shook, put away the silver and said lightly to Chiba Toichiro, who was full of solemnity: "Okay, Lang Zai, it's time for us now." ”

Seeing that the small silver needle that could block his blade suddenly disappeared, Chiba Toichiro's eyes shrank again, put away the sword, slowly took two steps back, and looked at the young Chinese man in front of him with a solemn face.

He was shocked in his heart, but he knew that his wrist strength, even if he didn't add arm strength, he could easily cut a hardwood as thick as an adult's thigh between a drag and a pull, but now, it was blocked by a silver needle as thin as a hair.

This man who can block his knife with a needle is definitely a master.

The shock is not over yet, but when he heard the young man say Lang Zai, Chiba Toichiro couldn't help but be stunned, took two steps back, and swept left and right with the corner of his eye, this is no one else.

The people on the audience were already surprised, and Chiba Toichiro on the stage could see that Gao Ming was blocking the knife with a silver needle, but they were a little farther away, and they could see it there, and they only knew that it was Gao Ming who blocked the murderous knife of the Japanese warriors, and let the invincible Japanese warriors take the initiative to retreat.

It turned out that this young man, who was not favored by everyone, was still a master, a master who could compete with the masters of the Japanese country.

Suddenly, hearing Gao Ming's words, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw that the warriors of the Japanese Kingdom were very cooperative and looked around in a daze.

"Well said, little wolf, your mother told you to go home for dinner."

"Lang Zai, don't look at it, call you!".

A few people with a bit of a personality jumped out of the audience and shouted loudly in the audience.

"Baga, if you dare to insult my Japanese warrior, you will die." Chiba Toichiro finally understood who Gao Ming was referring to, and glared at Gao Ming with an iron face and roared.

"Hehe, little wolf wolf, your biased understanding is not in line with your Huaxia Tong identity, I believe that with your understanding of Huaxia, you should know that our elders call their juniors, and always call them by their nicknames to express their intimacy." Gao Ming smiled lightly.

"But you're not my elder." Chiba Toichiro just wanted to nod, but suddenly came to his senses, looked at Gao Ming with an angry face and said.

"I represent Huaxia, and you represent the Wa Kingdom, isn't it the relationship between grandpa and grandson?" Gao Ming raised his eyebrows, and asked very seriously.

"Yaga, yours, uneducated, not a real samurai." Toichiro Chiba's face flushed and roared angrily.

The knife in his hand was raised violently, and his eyes were staring at Gao Ming, thinking that he wanted to cut this sharp-toothed boy in two.

"Upbringing? The grandson ran to provoke the grandfather, can't the grandfather beat and scold? ”

Gao Ming sneered, "Go back and ask your ancestors, where did the katana come from?" Don't take ignorance as a funny, mouth-to-mouth Japanese swordsmanship, you're just a non-mainstream swordsmanship! ”

The samurai sword of the Wa Kingdom, which was originally born from the Tang sword of China, still has to say that the Wa people are brainless, and the Han sword has been improved after the Tang Dynasty, but the katana has been handed down like this, without any progress.

To this day, among the cold weapons of the Japanese Kingdom, there is only a Miao knife or a two-handed long thin knife, but the Miao knife is all from the bottom to the top of the road, relying on jumping to exert force and at the same time quickly turn around to make up for the empty door, so there is a "jumping Miao knife" said.

The Miao people and the Ming Empire fought for three hundred years, and only the Miao people were dissatisfied with the obscenity of the beggars in China, and the courage of the Miao people, in fact, the rich experience of warfare, how whimsical the Japanese people could compare.

"You, don't talk nonsense, you and I will see the real chapter." Chiba Toichiro forced himself to hold back the anger in his chest at this time, gradually regained his calmness, and said coldly.

"I'm in a hurry to reincarnate, what's the hurry? I've got to choose the right weapon. Gao Ming saw that the Japanese swordsman didn't talk nonsense with him, but had some regrets.

It would have been best if he had been so angry that he vomited blood just by hurting him a few words, but unfortunately, now it seems that it can only be an imagination.

"Huaxia people always procrastinate like this, hurry up, whatever weapon you use." Chiba Toichiro said disdainfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Gao Ming cast his eyes on the bulging waists of several men in suits in the audience.

I couldn't help but tighten in my heart, through the conversation just now, he also knew a little bit about the opponent in front of him, this is definitely a guy who doesn't have much discipline, and he is not the same as the Chinese people who usually love face.

In case this guy chooses casually according to what he just said, and chooses the guns on those men in suits without shame, then he might as well take the initiative to admit defeat, no matter how fast his knife is, it is not as fast as the bullet.

Busy added: "You can only use cold weapons, not anything else." ”

Seeing that Gao Ming was about to speak, Chiba Toichiro suddenly remembered his elusive silver needle that made him very jealous of the katana, a spirit, and hurriedly continued to add, "You can't use a hidden weapon either." ”

If that needle is really thrown out, the thought of a needle prick of more than 20 centimeters on his body, Chiba Toichiro can't help but feel a little painful.

Gao Ming grinned toothily and said, "You didn't remind me that I forgot, grandpa taught his grandson a stick, and it is indeed a little inappropriate to use a gun, naturally, and he doesn't know how to use a needle." ”

Hearing that Gao Ming was going to use a stick, Chiba Toichiro breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, glad that he was lucky that his head was flexible, if he said it a little later, that guy really came out with a gun, and he really couldn't cry.

As for Grandpa Gao Ming's words to teach his grandson, Chiba Toichiro selectively ignored it, it's just a dead man, so let him take advantage of it.

said that he wanted to use a stick, but Gao Ming was a little difficult, to be honest, he really hadn't learned any cold weapons systematically, and none of the knives, guns and sticks could be used, in fact, it might not be as convenient as holding weapons with bare hands.

Suddenly, Gao Ming's eyes lit up, and he saw the steel gun discarded by Long Zewu on the ground, and the toes of his toes picked up the steel gun, and the steel gun weighing more than two meters and twenty pounds flew into Gao Ming's hand.

"This stick is good, it should be very cool to fight people." The corners of Gao Ming's mouth were slightly upturned, and he shook the tail of the gun, and the remaining blood beads on the barrel of the gun slid away, and the barrel of the gun was smooth and shiny.

"Isn't this a gun? Where is the stick? Oh, cousin, this is a suspicious formation, saying that it is a stick, but in fact it is a gun, confusing the opponent. The white fat man explained himself offstage.

"It's just that there's so much nonsense out there." Li Zhenfeng almost didn't slap this mouthy fat man into the ring, do you think the little devil is blind? .

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