Wang Wei woke up from his meditative state and returned to the real world.

Under the movement of his mind, the warm air that hibernated in Wang Wei's lower abdomen was directly stripped into two "little tadpoles", which swam out of the abdomen, and under the drive of Wang Wei's consciousness, they were injected into the Yunmen acupoint on both shoulders, and then from the Yunmen acupoint to the Shangyang acupoint on the palm, and then returned from the Shangyang acupoint, and finally returned to the lower abdomen.

After that, there is a warm and comfortable crispness all over the body.

Wang Wei has been able to automatically control the heat flow in his abdomen!

Moreover, Wang Wei felt that after the two "little tadpoles" passed through the 13 acupuncture points of his hands and finally ran to the Shangyang acupoint, the strength of his hands was incomparable, and there was an urge to throw things!

In addition, Wang Wei also noticed that his eyesight had become very sharp at the moment, and he could clearly see some small rust spots on the iron wall of the warehouse more than ten meters away!

"Your throwing knife, give me one!" Suddenly, Wang Wei turned his head and said to He Cunkai.

He Cunkai did not hesitate to take out a flying knife from his waist and handed it to Wang Wei.

The flying knife is about ten centimeters long, as thin as a cicada's wings, extremely sharp, and there is a bright light flowing on the blade, and a trace of cold chill spreads in the air with the rolling of the knife.

Many of the killers in the warehouse seemed to feel the coldness brought by the flying knives to the warehouse air, and they all subconsciously shrank their necks, and their bodies stepped back, with a look of fear on their faces.

Holding the flying knife in his right hand, Wang Wei suddenly felt a sense of intimacy...... It's as if there is some inseparable connection between him and this throwing knife!

Wang Wei's heart moved, and the hot qi in the dantian rushed up directly, and instantly passed through the 13 acupuncture points on his hand to reach the Shangyang acupoint in Wang Wei's palm!

Wang Wei's right hand was hot, his eyes were full of light, and he threw the flying knife casually!

When the air is neutral, there is a sound like a tidal wave!

In the blink of an eye, the flying knife thrown by Wang Wei shot directly into the iron wall of the warehouse opposite!

A third of the blade is directly submerged into the iron wall!

The sound of gasps rang out in the warehouse!

You must know that the iron wall of this warehouse is cast in pure steel, which is extremely hard, and after more than ten years of corrosion, it is only a few rust spots.

And just now, Wang Wei's seemingly understated flying knife actually pierced through the solid and thick steel plate...... It's tough!

As for the speed of the throwing knife, it can only be described as lightning!

He Cunkai also looked at Wang Wei with the eyes of worshiping celestials, because he knew that even he could not compare with Wang Wei in terms of the power and speed of throwing flying knives!

Of course, after Wang Wei extracted He Cunkai's flying knife specialty, he optimized this specialty by 1.1 times, and at present, Wang Wei's flying knife skills are indeed not beyond He Cunkai's ability.

There was a satisfied smile on the corner of Wang Wei's mouth...... Not bad! He Cunkai, a slave who was added by chance, does have strength! Although the lethality of this flying knife is not necessarily greater than that of pistols and sniper rifles, it is better than surprises and can inadvertently give people a fatal blow!

And the heat flow in the lower abdomen is the source of protection for the strength, speed, and accuracy of the throwing knife.

Wang Wei knows that there is another saying about people's lower abdomen...... Hara!

The word "dantian" appears more often in martial arts novels...... Could it be that he has internal strength now?

Wipe!

That heat flow is the legendary internal force?

Wang Wei became a little excited, and directly lowered his voice and asked He Cunkai, "This flying knife stunt was practiced by you since you were a child?" ”

He Cunkai shook his head and said, "Big brother, actually, I started practicing flying knives 5 years ago!" ”

"Tell me more about your practice of throwing knives! I guess your throwing knife should rely on internal force to fire, right? Wang Wei came to break the casserole and asked in the end.

He Cunkai naturally knows everything and says everything, "Big brother, it's also extremely lucky!" Five years ago, by chance, I met a sloppy old man who was seriously injured and unconscious...... Hehe, I was in a good mood that day, because I had just managed a female artist from TVB, so I made an exception and asked my private doctor to save the old man's life. Of course, my private doctor only woke the old man from his coma. As for survival, it was the old man who saved himself by finding a bottle of pills from his body...... Later, I arranged a place for the old man to rest and recuperate, and after several months, the old man recovered from his injuries and was in good spirits. One day, the old man called me over and said that he had never owed a favor in his life, but if I hadn't woken him up from his coma that day, his life would have been hard to protect! So I'm kind of his lifesaver. The old man said he wanted to repay me...... I rub, do I need him to repay? In terms of worth, although I can't rank in Hong Kong, I don't need a bad old man to give me anything in return, what can he give me in return? So I smiled and rejected him. When the old man saw that I refused, he immediately showed an extremely anxious expression on his face, and then, as if he had made a big decision, he told me that he could make me a master above ordinary people! I was happy at the time, so I promised the old man to repay him with a happy attitude. Later, the old man taught me a set of ways to practice throwing knives. The flying knife technique he taught was not to blindly practice wrist strength and eyesight, but to follow the method he said, so that a stream of gas in the body followed several acupoints in the arm, and finally ran in the palm of the Shangyang acupoint! The old man said that as long as he can practice until a trace of heat appears in the dantian, and can quickly and accurately use his mind to let this trace of heat flow to the Shangyang acupoint through the 13 acupuncture points on his hands, then the flying knife skill can be regarded as a small success! At first, I scoffed at the old man's cultivation method, thinking that he was just bragging, but once I tried it, I found that this cultivation method actually brought me pleasure! In particular, after controlling the 13 acupuncture points in the arm of the air circulation for a cycle, the whole body is warm and indescribably useful! I quickly became obsessed with this peculiar cultivation method! After that, I make time to practice every day...... In 5 years, I have never stopped a day! Finally, three months ago, I reached the state that the old man had said, and a trace of heat flowed in the dantian. Then, according to the drawings left by the old man, I found someone to build some flying knives...... Hehe, I've already killed several people with throwing knives! I kill with a throwing knife than with a pistol! Hehe, big brother, as for what you are talking about, I don't understand! From beginning to end, the old man never mentioned the word 'internal strength' to me! ”

After listening to He Cunkai's narration, Wang Wei felt like listening to a story that only appears in a martial arts novel...... But you don't have to doubt the real surname of this story, because the protagonist of the story, He Cunkai, has indeed become a strong flying knife hand through the cultivation method left by the old man!

Moreover, Wang Wei believes that 90% of the cultivation methods left by the old man should be internal cultivation methods!

To be specific, it should be a kind of internal skill that specializes in practicing flying knives!

Expert! This old man is definitely a master!

"What the hell is that old man?" Wang Wei is now very interested in the mysterious old man.

He Cunkai shook his head blankly, "That old man didn't want to say anything, he only told me that his surname was 'Tang' and he was from Sichuan." ”

After asking the question he wanted to ask, Wang Wei was no longer verbose, but said to He Cunkai, "How many of these flying knives have you made?" ”

He Cunkai replied directly, "A total of 1,000 handles were built by a senior blacksmith, and I used 100 handles, and there are 900 handles!" As he spoke, he dragged out a very ordinary-looking sack from under the table. It's all here! ”

"Yes, that's good! Give me some of these throwing knives, and give me the drawings for making them! Wang Wei said with a smile.

"Yes! Eldest brother! He Cunkai directly untied a belt from his waist and put it on the table, "Big brother, you use this to load a flying knife!" This is also made according to the drawings drawn by the old man! ”

Wang Wei couldn't help but pick up this belt, feeling a little heavy.

There's something special about this belt. The entire circle of the belt is made of dense, erected strips of skin.

Wang Wei counted it, and there were a total of 20 long leather bags! And in each leather bag, you can put 5 throwing knives.

In other words, this special belt can carry a total of 100 throwing knives.

Just now, He Cunkai used 4 handles by himself and gave Wang Wei a handle, and at this moment, there are 95 flying knives hidden in this belt.

Wang Wei took out 5 knives from the sack where He Cunkai put the flying knives, and added them to an empty leather bag in this belt, making up enough for 100 flying knives.

Then, Wang Wei tied this belt around his waist. Because the flying knife is very thin and the belt is particularly well-made, Wang Wei's shirt is covered up, but he can't see anything pinned to his waist.

After collecting the drawings of building flying knives that He Cunkai handed over to him, Wang Wei felt that the harvest of this trip was really great!

At this time, Wang Wei's mobile phone rang.

I took out my mobile phone and saw that the call was an unfamiliar mobile phone number.

Wang Wei answered the phone, and a familiar voice came from the other side of the phone...... "Big brother...... Big brother, is that you? ”

Wang Wei was a little unsure who the other party was, and the other party kept calling himself "big brother", which made Wang Wei a little confused.

"You are?" Wang Wei asked suspiciously.

"I'm Yuan Daming!" A very humble voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yuan Daming!

Luo Sihai's personal chauffeur Yuan Daming!

And this Yuan Daming is also Wang Wei's slave!

Wang Wei also obtained driving skills from Yuan Daming.

However, when Wang Wei added Yuan Daming as a slave, it was indeed not out of his original intention, but to deal with the black-clothed Shaoyu. So much so that since Yuan Daming was added, Wang Wei has never taken the initiative to contact him.

"Oh, it's you! What's the matter? Wang Wei asked directly.

"Big brother...... I...... My daughter seems to have an accident! My daughter is very well-behaved, she is studying in the United States, she calls me every day and chats with me, but recently, for several days, my daughter has not called home again! I called her at that school in the U.S. and the principal told me that my daughter hadn't been to class in days! Yuan Daming cried on the other end of the phone!

A bad premonition flashed in Wang Wei's heart, and he seemed to understand something, "Old Yuan, don't worry, you can drive over to me immediately!" ”

After speaking, Wang Wei used his consciousness to tell Yuan Daming the location of the abandoned warehouse of the Oriental Carbon Steel Factory through slave software.

Hanging up the phone, Wang Wei took a cigarette in his mouth and smoked it fiercely, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes!

(To be continued)