"Then what will you do?" Wang Zhao couldn't express his disappointment.

Jing Tian Jinglong restrained his desire to scold the street, if it weren't for the fact that he could solve the ghost, he would really have to poke him in the holes.

In ancient times, this kind of stunt that wanted to steal from a samurai was found to be punished by death, and this was the status of the ancient samurai.

And now, Wang Zhao wants it, he not only has to give, but also has to rush to give.

Whoever let himself leave no inheritance before he died would leave such a trouble.

After all, I didn't expect that I would die young.

"With the skill of contemptible people, you can do it in a hundred steps to fly the sword." Although his words were very modest, Ida Iiryu's expression was still very proud.

"Hundred-step flying sword? How many meters is one step? "Wang Zhao only believes in data, and if you want to say this, Kalian is the most professional.

"The step is about 50-80 centimeters long.

The normal stride size for a man between 175-180 cm in height, i.e., standing upright, taking a step forward with the left foot, and not moving the right foot, is usually between 50-80 cm from the tip of the back foot to the heel of the front foot. Kalian explained to Wang Zhao with a look of contempt.

"In other words, a hundred steps is at a distance of eighty meters, which is a bit close." Wang Zhao didn't care about Kalian, but he was a little disgusted with Jingtian Jinglong.

Jing Tian Jinglong endured the tic-tac-toe on his head and patiently explained: "That's just a metaphor, modest, the real distance is calculated according to the number of steps, my flying sword can fly ten miles, within 500 steps is enough to kill demons, and within 5,000 steps can take people's lives." ”

"Five hundred steps, five hundred or forty, plus two zeros, four thousand meters, my mother, yes, although it is less than eight hundred miles, but four miles will be enough." Wang Zhao snapped his fingers and counted it, it's okay.

Kalian couldn't stand it anymore, so she directly covered her face and said, "Five hundred steps are between four hundred meters, stupid!" ”

"Five-eighty-forty, five hundred plus two zeros is right." Wang Zhao counted it with his fingers and felt that it was right.

"Eighty centimeters is 0.8 meters, you have to go to zero." Kalian patted Wang Zhao's shoulder with a headache, looking faceless.

"Ah, is that so, ahhhh Only then did Wang Zhao realize that he was embarrassed, but his brain reacted quickly, and he hurriedly covered it up.

Karen didn't bother to refute him, and Jetton took his arm and said, "Okay, okay, what you say is what you say." ”

"Five thousand steps is five thousand steps, and I can barely learn it." Wang Zhao hurriedly changed the topic.

Jing Tian Jinglong was about to hold back it, his hand was already on the sword, if he hadn't been able to beat him, he wouldn't have to draw the sword at this moment.

I've never seen such a bully! not only forced himself to teach him to be uneducated, but also looked down on him so much, thinking about when he was a dignified swordsman and suffered such an insult.

"Okay!" Ida Iiryu gritted his teeth and smiled.

"It took thirteen years for the contemptible people to learn this trick back then, and I don't know if the contemptible people can teach Your Excellency before they dissipate."

"It's okay, you just make a teaching video, I'll take my time." Wang Zhao didn't care about this trivial matter.

“？？？” Ida Jinglong slowly typed a few question marks.

Now that the sword has been taken away, and the ghost of Suna is about to be resurrected, Wang Zhao first notified the victory team to evacuate the people in the nearby mountains first, and then erected a cordon net around Suna Mountain to prevent outsiders from entering by mistake, and at the same time, there will be people in the mountains to search for the masses who have not received the news.

At night, Kalian waved her hand, and a camp rose from the ground, making Ida Jinglong look strange.

Then it was time for Ida Jinglong's juggling.

In order to shoot clearly, Wang Zhao also used a professional camera, but the camera could not capture the figure of Jingtian Jinglong.

"Alas, what a providence." Jinglong pretended to be disappointed, but he was actually snickering in his heart, this time Wang Zhao didn't ask him, he wouldn't just try to teach him.

But Wang Zhao didn't panic, and spent money to find a staff member from TPC, and let Jingtian Jinglong possess him for one million, as long as he finished recording the teaching video of the hundred-step flying sword.

Hearing this good thing, many TPC staff rushed over, and finally a young man came.

Jing Tian Jinglong had no choice but to grit his teeth and get into this person's body.

"Oh, no, it hurts to come in from here."

Listening to the young man's wail, Wang Zhao couldn't help but feel pity for him, and planned to add more money to him later.

Seeing that Jingtian Jinglong had been possessed, Wang Zhao threw the Jinglong Sword to him.

Jingtian Jinglong holds the hilt of the sword, the spirit is brewed to the peak, the sword rises, with the god of the sword, with the intention of the god, a cold light runs through the front in an instant, the direction of the sword, within a hundred steps, the forest is all transparent.

Bang bang bang.

Wang Zhao turned off the camera and took the lead in applauding, not to be honest, it was not practical, it still looked quite handsome, and the speed was also very fast, if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see the shadow of the sword.

"Sacrifice ugliness, sacrifice ugliness." Ida Iharyu gave up.

"Alas, Lao Jing, if you still have a handsome swordsmanship, teach me too, otherwise I will have this trick, and I will get tired of playing for a long time." Wang Zhao patted Jingtian Jinglong's shoulder, as if he couldn't see his iron-blue face.

"Okay~" Jing Tian Jinglong gritted his teeth and agreed, old well, what old well, contemptible person is Jing Tian!

Bang!

On the mountainside not far from a few people, a fist suddenly stretched out, and the noise made Wang Zhao startled.

"What the hell?" Wang Zhao walked out from behind Jetton, looked at it from a distance and found that it was an arm, and immediately understood that this was the body of the ghost.

"Well, what do you think would happen if I took his body away now?" Wang Zhao suddenly thought of a good idea.

If you can take away his body before he is resurrected, then he will be resurrected in the end, and I guess that situation will be very interesting.

Wang Zhao is also a man who does what he says, and he took out the fighting instrument but found that the fighting instrument could not subdue the remnants.

"It's boring."

Looking at the retracted arm, Wang Zhao didn't care about him, let's wait for him to be resurrected first.

Time passed slowly, although Wang Zhao had not yet learned the hundred-step flying sword, but the basic sword holding and pointing, collapsing, stabbing, splitting, and blocking basic swordsmanship had been practiced to perfection, and the Jinglong swordsmanship had also been learned.

The limbs of the demon also stretched out from the mountain, and they were about to come back to life.

The crowd in the mountains has been evacuated, and there are special helicopters in the sky broadcasting live, and the resurrection of the ghost is a big concern.

Finally the earth began to shake, and the limbs of the demon retracted into the mountain, and as soon as the shaking subsided, another more powerful earthquake struck, and the earth began to shatter, and the trees fell into the cracks, and the ghost of the demon that the people had been waiting for was finally resurrected.

With two horns on his head, one-eyed fangs, white hair, and red skin that looks like a demon, the most interesting thing is that this guy is still wearing white hair suspenders and studded boots, which is interesting.

"This monster looks like it came from hell."

"Kamisama, do it!"

"The gods will destroy it!"

"Wife, where are you, come and destroy the monsters."

"That's my wife, don't rob me."

"This red ghost is your wife?"

"Jetton, Witch San, be my wife."

...

That is, Wang Zhao didn't watch the barrage, otherwise there would be another wave of permanent bans, or the previous ban was not powerful, and there were still so many people who shouted his wife.