The eyes of the Killer in the Cloth show confidence and interest. Ning Xiaobing said to Su Feifei: "This is just a mutual competition between martial arts masters, don't worry." ”

"But but, he's a killer, isn't that a move that kills?"

Ning Xiaobing said while drinking juice: "For masters, there is no trick to kill, it is only for rookies, but if the level is equal, there is no danger." ”

Sophie Fei thought of those boxing matches, if the boxing champion dealt with an ordinary boxer, he would be able to do it with one punch, but the two boxing champions had to fight for a long time to win or lose, and in the end, they were too tired to punch, so they all hugged each other hard.

Sophie Fei saw them hugging so much, and sometimes even wondered if they would become friends in the future.

After Ning Xiaobing finished drinking the juice, he disappeared into the restaurant with a whoosh.

Only the Killer of the Cloak could see him here.

"What a light effort!"

The Killer was just obsessed with martial arts, but he was surprisingly poor, so he went to work as a killer.

As soon as he became a killer, he had money to spend.

He only takes on business once or twice a year, which is an extremely difficult task.

Some tasks are so difficult that you can't do them unless you hire an entire army of mercenaries.

But our country is inaccessible to mercenaries at the border.

So it brought spring to a killer like a martial arts master like him.

Hiring a mercenary costs a lot of money, and it's also easy to expose yourself.

But hiring a martial arts master, he uses assassination to complete the task more easily, and the price is not as much as hiring a mercenary.

However, the Killer has a principle, that is, not to kill innocent good people.

It was because of this that Ning Xiaobing was willing to communicate with him.

Because of his high level, he is like a lonely Hanmei in the killer world.

The cold is beautiful and clean.

And the other three killers take on any task, so they are more notorious.

The old tailor and the tuxedo once joined forces to find the Mock Killer.

For the killers who are in front of them, they are naturally not convinced.

But combining the strength of the two, he was beaten by a fishing rod from the killer.

"You all smell of copper all over your body, how can you get a glimpse of the superior martial arts realm?"

So the old tailor and the tuxedo went away in disgrace.

They were convinced.

Now the killer heard that Ning Xiaobing had abused the three killers to death, so he had the idea of a martial arts competition.

As soon as the killer's rod flicked, the filament flew out of the window.

This restaurant is on the second floor, three floors from the roof, and the fish wire flew to the railing on the roof.

The hook flicked lightly, and the figure of the Killer disappeared into the restaurant.

Sophie Fei stood up and asked the waiter next to her where there was a staircase leading to the roof.

The waiter shook his head and said that there was no staircase leading to the roof, and that the developer had not designed to enter it before.

So Sophie Fei had no choice but to sit down, eat her fries slowly, and wait.

At this time, on the roof of the building, Ning Xiaobing stood in the center of the roof.

And the Killer of the Demoliqué slowly came over with a fishing rod.

"I didn't expect that a person could cultivate martial arts to such a level at such a young age, it's amazing!"

Ning Xiaobing smiled, "Because I'm not human!" ”

The Killer stood ten meters in front of him.

The inside of the Killer began to agitate, and the air around him seemed to begin to spin.

The rubble around the roof began to levitate, and the roof began to shake in bursts.

He saw that Ning Xiaobing's eyes didn't have a surprised expression at all.

"Look at the move!"

With a flick of his rod, the shredded fish flew over.

The fishhook came to Ning Xiaobing's face in an instant.

I saw Ning Xiaobing lightly touch with his fingers.

The Clothed Killer only felt a tremendous amount of energy immediately surge over.

He immediately pressed an internal force from his hands.

His rod snapped in the middle and snapped off.

The Killer's eyes widened.

He knew that his fishing rod was made of titanium alloy and could withstand several tons of tension, and now it was actually broken.

"Are you practicing acupoint exercises?"

Ning Xiaobing said: "No, I practice qigong!" ”

In fact, he didn't know what qigong was, only that when the old man in the park was playing tai chi, those old liars shouted to relax and relax.

The Killer of Cloak raised his hand and slowly removed his hat.

I saw that his face was very ruddy, and he didn't look like an old man at all.

Ning Xiaobing scanned it, and the system showed that he was 78 years old!

"Damn, I'm still out to be a killer at such an old age, it's really old and strong!"

The Killer of the Cloth walked over slowly, and he told him about his martial arts experience.

The Killer of Demoiselles used to go to elementary school in the countryside.

Once his teacher taught him a poem.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snow. ”

At that time, he admired his teacher very much, and his eyes immediately showed a beautiful scene of snowy scenery in the north.

So he went to the north every winter in search of snow.

At the age of 30, he finally found the snow scene he had been dreaming of for a long time.

He sat on a small sailboat and fished in the snowy river in his coat.

When a small branch on the trail in the distance is crushed by snow.

He understood it right away.

The high monk on the mountain told him that he had reached the innate realm, and if he followed him to Zen, he would have a bright future.

But he shook his head and refused.

Although this Zen Buddhism is famous, it is very difficult to be truly enlightened.

It is difficult to find a single person in a billion people who can truly become enlightened.

The old monk finally found a real successor, so he chased him to teach Buddhism for three years.

When it was time to leave him at the end, the old monk slapped him in the face.

The Killer of the Cloth went home for half a year.

Ning Xiaobing heard this and said: "Ah, if the old monk can't accept the apprentices, he will hurt people!" ”

"No, it was his old man who taught me a lesson in order to enlighten me, but I didn't understand it until today!"

I saw that the Killer took off the coat he had worn for decades, revealing the shirt inside.

"Holy! Clothes and shirts, it's really yours! ”

"It's that I'm too persistent, and the snow scene in my heart is actually just an illusion! I'm a southerner, and there are countless beautiful places in the south, so why bother to go to the north to find beautiful scenery? ”

His hands slowly raised, as if he were hugging an inflatable doll, and his face became even more rosy.

Just now, Ning Xiaobing had been feeling cool all around, but now he actually felt that the surroundings were hot!

"This old man is enlightened again!"