Chapter 12: The Iron-Throated Miraculous
At this time, the thin and fair-skinned young man who had been standing behind threw the spear on the weapon rack on the side to the young man in front of him with one hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The young man did not look back, but listened to the sound of the wind, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught the spear flying from behind him.
"Good!" The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
The strong man behind him also applauded with a smile. The fair-skinned young man standing beside him also smiled shyly, as if he was very proud of the young man in front of him.
The young man was holding a spear, and his expression instantly became serious, just like the two of them just now. Immediately, he condensed, and quickly turned the barrel of the gun in front of him with both hands, and the spear became a spear in front of him, faster and faster, like the propeller of a helicopter, and he couldn't see the barrel of the gun, only to see a white light, in front of everyone, shaking into a snow.
"Wow! It's amazing. ā
"Good skills!"
The cheers in the crowd rose one after another. The young man's enthusiastic response increased the difficulty, and he constantly changed the position of the spear, moving forward and backward, left and right, but no matter how he changed, he was able to play this hand of the spear perfectly.
"Drink!" Suddenly, he put the spear away suddenly, his body rose into the air, and then with the force of his arm, he slapped the spear to the ground, and with a snap, the barrel of the gun hit the ground, making a crisp sound.
He also took advantage of the situation, a cross, and firmly planted his body on the ground, coming to a perfect close.
"Good!"
"Beautiful!"
The applause in the crowd was even more enthusiastic, and even worse, the bounty was already being thrown. The dark-skinned strong man behind him hurriedly ran forward, picked up the bounty money thrown on the ground, and carried it into his arms.
The young man saw through the crowd several people standing in it, and they stood there as if the people around them were cheering enthusiastically, and they did not affect them in the slightest, but looked at themselves calmly and indifferently.
Even those people who were so brilliant just now didn't even move their brows.
It seems that they don't like this little carving skill.
The young man's brows furrowed, and the strength in his heart was instantly aroused.
He stood up leisurely, and with a flick of his hand, he turned the spear in his hand, head and tail upside down, and aimed the sharp head of the spear at himself.
"Ahh This is to perform the Iron Throat Gong. Someone in the crowd had already seen the clue and hurriedly spoke.
Everyone fell silent, and they all held their breath and looked at the young man in the center of the field without blinking.
I saw him take a deep breath, and then, as if he condensed this breath in his throat, the whole person's expression became very serious. Slowly, he pressed the tip of the spear against his throat, and then, slowly, let go of the hands holding the spear, and the weight of his whole body pressed against the slender spear through the little Adam's apple.
There were timid women and children in the crowd, and they couldn't help but cover their eyes with their palms. However, he was really curious in his heart, so he only dared to sneak a glance through his fingers or the edge of his palm, and immediately hid his eyes behind his palm, and so on and so forth, which made him even more nervous than the young man.
"Ah, this ...... Won't kill anyone, right? Some people in the crowd had already begun to whisper, apparently their fear was greater than their desire to see the excitement.
"Ahh Ladies and gentlemen, look at it! This is the legendary iron throat skill, a shot to the throat, not shaking. The dark-skinned strong man hurriedly stepped forward at this time and began to preach and incite everyone, "If you are happy to see it, you can reward two at will, which can be regarded as the hard-earned money of our brothers." ā
As he spoke, he walked past the circle of spectators with the gong disc in his hand, begging for a reward.
At this time, the young man on the field, his body was as oblique as a flying swallow, and he pressed obliquely on the spear, almost bending the spear into a semicircle.
The crowd of onlookers all dared not come out of the atmosphere, for fear that if they breathed a little heavier, they would blow off the barrel of the gun and accidentally injure the young people on the field.
The fat-headed and big-eared man who had the highest cheers before was also frightened at this time, and he took out a silver ingot from his bosom tremblingly, put it on the gong and plate held by the strong man, and kept saying in his mouth: "Oh, it's terrible, oops, it's too scary......"
When the strong man got the ingot, he was overjoyed, smiled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to carry the ingot of silver into his arms, for fear that there would be too many people and let someone go away for him.
Fang Qixiong, who had been standing behind Xiao Qianyu, couldn't help but nod and praise when he saw this: "Good kung fu!" If you can train your throat to be invulnerable, the rest of your body will definitely be harder than iron. ā
Xiao Qianyu's eyes were full of playfulness, and he didn't say anything.
The strong man came to them with the gong in his hand. accompanied by a smiling face: "A few masters are rich people at a glance, if they are happy to see it, they also hope to reward the little ones with a few porridge money." ā
Fang Qixiong didn't say a word, he took out a few taels of silver and threw them into the gong saucer.
"Haha! Thank you, thank you, thank you. The strong man nodded his head in thanks. Then, he set his eyes on Xiao Qianyu. Even if he is blind, he can see that the cold-eyed master standing in the middle is the backbone of several of them, and he must be the richest.
"Hey, what are you looking at, don't you go aside!" Fang Qixiong saw that he was still beating Xiao Qianyu's idea, so he hurriedly scolded him, for fear that he would offend Shengyan.
"......" The strong man was really reluctant to leave, and he was still standing in front of him for a while, refusing to move. The master just now was so generous as soon as he made a move, this lord, how to say, he also has to give a piece of silver, right?
Xiao Qianyu smiled silently, then stretched out his hand and reached out to the strong man's gong saucer.
The eyes of several people followed his slender and well-proportioned fingers to the gong saucer. Then, I saw an incredible scene. I saw that Xiao Qianyu not only did not give a reward for the money, but reached into the strong man's gong and disc and twisted up a copper coin.
The few close ministers who followed him were all stunned. The strong man's expression was stunned for a moment, and then his anger rose sharply. What the hell! If you don't give money, forget it, and actually take money out of my gong saucer.
The strong man stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Xiao Qianyu's hand. Unexpectedly, Xiao Qianyu moved faster than him, turned the twist into a throw, and threw the copper coin out with a snort. I only heard a sound, and it hit the head of the gun that the young man was pressing.
The head of the spear was hit by this powerful copper coin, lost its direction, and the original balance collapsed in an instant, pointing directly at the young man's throat.
The strong man's heart sank, and a chill suddenly appeared on his back, and he shouted in his heart: It's not good!