Zhao Kongmeng was very curious why the watermelon knife sellers liked to hold such sharp watermelon knives, for fear that they would accidentally hurt themselves. Later, with the standardization www.biquge.info of the market, most of the people who sold watermelons did not use watermelon knives, but instead used a kind of slender iron sheet processed by themselves.

This iron piece has no blade, but it has no problem cutting the skin of the melon. However, there is a downside, that is, it does not look a little powerful. Of course, most of the people who sell melons are in order to support their families, and of course they don't count these.

But all people will definitely not be honest, there will always be some people who like to find trouble. Zhao Kongmeng looked at the person who sold melons as an old lady, and he didn't associate her with those who like to find trouble.

But the old lady is not only a person who likes to find trouble, but also a person who draws a knife when he disagrees. Seeing the oncoming watermelon knife, Zhao Kongmeng directly raised the watermelon above his head.

The watermelon knife is so sharp that it is simply not something that a watermelon can resist. When the blade of the knife passes through the watermelon, there is not even a sense of blockage.

Fortunately, although it does not have the ability to block the watermelon knife, the watermelon knife of more than ten catties is very large, and it has some effect in the end. They blocked the view of the old lady selling melons, so that she couldn't see Zhao Kongmeng for the time being.

Although this time interval was very short, only a few seconds, or even less than a second, it was enough for Zhao Kongmeng to dodge. It's just that his luck today is a little bad, and there is a car behind him.

Although the Golf is not a big car, it is also a car in the end. Zhao Kongmeng just hit the back, and it was impossible to knock the car away. Instead, he was thrown off balance by the force of the backlash and fell to the ground.

Such a good opportunity, of course the melon seller will not let it go. She changed the watermelon knife from horizontal to downward chopping, and slashed at Zhao Kongmeng's head fiercely.

With such a sharp knife, if it was really hit, Zhao Kongmeng's head would definitely be broken in half like the watermelon. He didn't want to die, let alone die at the hands of such an old woman.

This old lady who sells melons rarely says that she must be eighty years old, even if Du Xinxian can bring this indiscriminate old lady to justice in the future, Zhao Kongmeng also feels that he is a little wronged. He's only in his early twenties, so he's lived decades less than anyone else.

The sudden action of this old lady selling melons was really unexpected by Du Xin's tears. She didn't stand there stupidly in a hurry, but it always took some time to get from her position. By the time she comes, it may be too late.

Du Xinxian is not a little woman who only knows how to cry and cry, she is still a little anxious in a hurry. This will make her pick up the big watermelon directly, and then hit the old lady.

Large watermelons are heavy, so they don't fly fast. But it is impossible for such a heavy watermelon not to hinder people when it really hits the body.

The old lady didn't care about cleaning up Zhao Kongmeng, but chopped the oncoming watermelon in half with a knife. She was so fast that she didn't even let the juice of the watermelon splash on her body.

But no matter how fast the knife is, it is not without traces, and it will always waste some time. In addition, you have to chop a piece of watermelon, and it takes even longer. Although this time is much worse than a second. But this was enough for Zhao Kongmeng to escape very far, after all, he was not a person who liked to lie on the ground and be stabbed.

"If you go to buy a watermelon, you can provoke such a powerful old lady, you can really do it."

Hearing Zhao Kongmeng's complaint, Du Xinxian also felt very aggrieved: "She said that her name is Wang Po, she doesn't look like a person from the rivers and lakes?" ”

"Do you think that the people in the rivers and lakes are all bearded and have gold chains on their bodies? Jianghu people are people who beg for a living on the rivers and lakes, probably anyone you have ever met. ”

"The young posterity has a good insight, and the princess of Xichuan is polite here."

This old lady selling melons called herself the princess of Xichuan, which made Zhao Kongmeng feel a little strange. Because this place is at the junction of the two provinces, if someone claims to be someone from Xichuan, they should stay in the center of Xichuan.

Seeing Zhao Kongmeng's suspicious eyes, Wang Po also guessed what he was thinking. She laughed, and the wrinkles on her face deepened.

"I'm a lonely old woman, the old man is dead, and the child is not successful, so I can only find a way to make a living. I don't come out easily when I stay in Xichuan Provincial City on weekdays, and I came out today for you. ”

Zhao Kongmeng also guessed that the other party must have come for himself, and even all the vendors around him were all disguised and ready to ambush him. But he felt that he was quite low-key, and that no one should find out. Besides, he was originally a rookie on the rivers and lakes, and he didn't have any fame, so why did people come to ambush him.

"I don't seem to have been to Xichuan much before, and I won't provoke the heroes of Xichuan. What are you doing so well? ”

Mrs. Xichuan shook the watermelon juice on the watermelon knife in her hand, and then stood on her waist: "You are the chosen son, that's right, right?" ”

"I'm the chosen son, but I'm not a ghost eater or a blasphemous, and I don't seem to hurt others."

"Haha, what a silly boy. There is no reason to talk about it in the rivers and lakes, and some are just clever and robbing. If you're a ghost eater or a blasphemous, then I'll really want to weigh up if I'm going to trouble you. But you are only a chosen one, the most useless of all. I want to rob the blood of the gods, and you are the best choice. ”

At first, Zhao Kongmeng really couldn't figure out where he provoked the other party, but he suddenly figured it out: "Are you a ghost eater or a blasphemer?" ”

"I am neither a ghost eater nor a blasphemous. But I also want to collect the blood of God, because God is God after all. No matter how many ordinary cultivators practice for a lifetime, they may not be able to reach the power obtained by the accidental awakening of the Chosen Son of God. Isn't it just to seize this power that the Devil Devourer is going to catch the Chosen Son, as for the Blasphemer, they are essentially the same as them. I'm not like them, I don't just take that power. I don't have the courage to do that, for fear that God will come down and wrath me. That's why I want to capture you, just to use your flesh and blood to refine the elixir. ”

Zhao Kongmeng didn't want to be devoured by life, but he also didn't want to be refined into an elixir. Originally, he thought that the other party might have a misunderstanding, and then there might be a possibility of explanation and reconciliation. But now that the reason for this has been clearly stated, then there is a situation of non-death.

Since the fight will start sooner or later, there is no need to dwell too much. Anyway, this kind of battle is endless, and when the time comes, what is there to do. Zhao Kongmeng took out the Xiao Tang knife he hid in his leg, and then pointed at Wang Po with it: "How do you see my knife, isn't it sharper than your watermelon knife?" ”

"This is a Tang knife, and it looks good at workmanship. It's just that all the Tang knives have been lost, and I have never heard of a genuine product circulating in the world. Even those fakes made after the Japanese Tang Dadao were not made so small. So your knife is just an imitation, and it's a very unpopular imitation. ”

Wang Po talked about the knife and seemed to be a connoisseur who knew how to use knives. But she said that this knife did not enter the stream, which made Zhao Kongmeng feel a little funny. After all, he has used this knife for a long time, and he already trusts the sharpness of the knife very much.

"You don't know if the knife is good or bad, you don't know until you've cut it."

"Blades cut each other, and even the best knives can be broken. The Chosen Son is like this, just awakening the power of the bloodline, but without the accumulation of people who have studied hard since childhood. That's it, it's useless to talk more, let's see the real chapter on the fists and swords. ”

Zhao Kongmeng thought that Wang Po would come to attack again, but he didn't expect that Wang Po just beckoned, but she didn't mean to come forward to attack. The ones who really rushed up were those pretending to be vendors and customers, each of whom had a shiny watermelon knife in their hands and brandished it in unison.

A watermelon knife will only make people wary. But the forest of knives is terrifying. It's not that Zhao Kongmeng hasn't seen a big scene, but he really hasn't seen so many scenes of watermelon knives chopping together.

"Captain Du, you hide in the car first."

Zhao Kongmeng didn't want Du Xinxian to be unlucky with him, firstly because she was a woman, and secondly because the other party came for him. Unexpectedly, Du Xintear saw the other party's old and young, and he was just holding some watermelon knives, and he felt that it was no big deal.

After all, Du Xintear is a policeman, and he has been a captain for a day, so he is relatively knowledgeable. She's been involved in mass incidents, and she's dealt with them successfully.

Now Du Xintear saw Zhao Kongmeng holding a small Tang knife and wanted to fight with others, and felt that his approach was very unwise. What can be solved with violence, sometimes it has to be done with violence. But if there are levels of violence, why not use the most violent means.

After the bang, Du Xinxian lowered the muzzle of the gun that was pointed at the blue sky because of the warning shot, and pointed it at Wang Po.

"Grandma, isn't it time for your men to put down their knives."

Hearing Du Xin's tearful request, Wang Po laughed: "What a well-behaved girl, it makes people happy just looking at it." I have long looked at you like an official person, but I didn't expect you to carry a gun with you. Since ancient times, the people have not fought with the officials, and I should back down. But if I don't retreat today, will you kill everyone here? ”

Du Xintear was stopped by Wang Po, she can shoot. However, firing a warning gun and shooting and injuring people are two different concepts, and shooting and killing people is another level of business. Besides, it's not one person or two people here, but there are more than twenty of them. Killing so many people at the same time, even Xing Datong didn't dare to make a decision.

Of course, in order to save your life, there are times when you really can't scruple too much. But even if Du Xintear has the courage to kill, he doesn't have that condition. Because the Type 92 pistol she was holding in her hand, although it was the largest bullet capacity among police guns, it was only fifteen rounds.