At nine o'clock, the pig killing craftsman area sat down. A row of small tables on the rostrum was also full of people, one of whom turned out to be a foreigner with yellow hair and blue eyes, and the other two, although of Asian descent, did not look like the man. The host came up to the stage and said enthusiastically and loudly: "The first national pig killing technology exchange conference is now starting!

People applauded.

Director Gao sat behind the small table, stood up, nodded and smiled, and then sat down again. He lowered his head, stared at the manuscript in front of him, and read it aloud. "In three months, it will be the golden autumn October, the golden autumn and October will be blown by the north wind, and the pig killers will be happy. The country is prosperous, the people are happy, and the whole world rejoices. ............" seems to be the word of October, but I didn't want to throw it away, so I took it out and used it again.

After about an hour, everyone finally waited for the long-lost sentence. "I announce the official start of the first national pig killing technology exchange conference. ”

The host came to the stage, and his face was cramping with a smile. "At this pig killing technology exchange conference, we are fortunate to invite an international friend, Mr. Jones from the United States Pig Killing Joint Council!

People applauded. Jones stood up and said a very broken Chinese: "Hello sister!"

The host was still smiling, and he pointed to the two people of foreign Asian origin: "These two are Daisei Yamasugi from the island country and his apprentice Miyamotono. Mr. Shanshan is a well-known pig slaughterer in the island country, and this time he was also invited to the meeting!

People applauded. Daisei Yamasugi stood up and spoke in Japanese. "Hello everyone!"

Little devil, it turns out that he doesn't know Chinese. The pig killers and onlookers at the scene immediately started to discuss. "What kind of bird feathers, it's here to smash the field!" "I don't learn two sentences of Chinese when I come to China, it's too face-saving." "This stupid fork, you can't say Chinese, isn't it looking for scold......ing?"

Daisei looked at the translator on the side and felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere. "What are they talking about?"

The translator said casually: "This is they praising you, saying that you are in your prime, heroic and unusual, and you are a character who is difficult to find today!"

Yamasugi Dasei waved his right hand and greeted everyone.

"This stupid fork doesn't understand, where is the second offense?" ......

In order to avoid causing international disputes, the host pressed down with his hands and made a silent posture, but it didn't look very elegant, like a stupid bird about to fly. "Let's go to the first item of the meeting, the demonstration of pig killing skills. The first place winner in this skill demonstration will receive a pig-killing knife. Everyone, please take a look!"

With that, the two staff members lifted a knife-like object wrapped in red cloth and gently placed it on Director Gao's desk. The host lifted the red cloth, revealing a cold and chilling steel knife, with eight big characters engraved on the knife body, and a line of small characters: Killing pigs and slaughtering cattle, serving the country with loyalty - specially approved by the State Animal Husbandry Bureau, special for killing pigs, not subject to the jurisdiction of dangerous goods. "The traditional craft is built, repeatedly forged more than 30 times, the strength and toughness have reached the limit, the blade is one meter three, weighs 20 catties, the back of the knife is one centimeter, and the stabbing is very casual. Sharpening iron is like mud, blowing hair and breaking hair, and killing pigs is like cutting tofu. ”

The pig slaughterer immediately came to the spirit, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to grab it.

"Please catch a pig!"

There was a clear sound, and a staff member took a shotgun and shot a tube of injection with an unknown object, hitting a pig. The rest of the pigs were terrified and hid aside. Several staff members went down to the pit and tied the pigs with ropes, and then a staff member drove a crane and hoisted the pigs to the rostrum. A large iron cage with no roof six meters square, two meters and five meters high, with a door on one side, was hoisted to the rostrum by a crane, and each steel bar was the thickness of an arm! The iron door was closed, and the pig was hoisted into the iron cage.

"The big guy can see it! Our staff is very responsible! This pig has been anesthetic, but this anesthetic is very special, and after the drug is over, this pig will be very irritable and aggressive. Now let's wake up this pig!" the staff picked up a bucket of cold water and splashed it on the pig with a loud bang. The pig slammed to its feet, its limbs like clockwork, and its nose snorted.

Suddenly, its head lowered, and it slammed into the iron cage on the side like a lightning speed. With a bang, the iron cage, with a total weight of nearly one ton, broke off the ground by twenty centimeters, and then fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Everyone has seen the strength of this pig, please do what you can! Anyone who can kill this pig will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan. ”

This pig's strength has far surpassed that of ordinary pigs, and even if it is a head-to-head with a tiger, it may not lose. There was silence in the pig slaughter area for a while, and no one spoke.

"Master, why don't you let me try my skills first!" Miyamoto whispered in his master's ear.

"Okay! you go and show your skills, with your strength, it should be no problem!"

Miyamoto looked at the translator on the side and motioned for him to talk to the host.

The interpreter came to the host in a few steps and explained the intention. The moderator nodded, delighted. He picked up the microphone and shouted: "Mr. Miyamoto, a friend of the island country, has traveled a long distance and worked tirelessly, he intends to show us his superb skills, and we are all welcome!"

"This is about to start smashing the field!" the people below talked a lot, unabashedly.

Miyamoto Ye came to the fence, jumped lightly, grabbed the top of the fence with one hand, used his hands and feet together, took the steel rod as the center, turned over, and jumped down in mid-air, light and silent.

The pig's eyes immediately turned red. Domestic pigs actually like to eat people, but usually there is no chance, if you take a few sleeping pills and lie down in the pigsty, the next day you will be guaranteed to die without a full corpse. He spread his hooves and went straight to Miyamoto. Miyamoto pulled out a small and sleek pig-killing knife based on a Japanese knife, and flashed it to the side, and the pig hit the fence with one head. It shook its head, and didn't seem to feel the slightest pain.

The pig pounced left and right, its big mouth open, like a crocodile's mouth, Miyamoto dodged left and right, and was able to cope with it with his flexible skills. In the blink of an eye, more than ten minutes passed, and the pig was also a little tired. At this time, Miyamoto Shigeru just launched an attack, the pig-killing knife was as fast as lightning, and the pig dodged left and right without dodging, and was stabbed in the neck with a poof, and the blood sprayed out.

The domestic pig screamed, and there was cowardice in his eyes, but Miyamoto was not merciful, and stabbed the domestic pig in the head, back, front legs, and hind legs with a few knives. The domestic pig ran away, but was caught up by Miyamoto and stabbed in the eye.

Suddenly, the pig had only one eye left, and the world in front of him was different, like half was missing, east, west, north and south, and it was not clear from the front and back, left and right. The four legs were also weak, and after running a few steps, the blood on the ground was slippery, and he rolled to the ground with a pop. Miyamoto dodged up to him and stabbed the pig in the chest, piercing the heart.

The domestic pig stretched out its legs, spat out blood foam, rolled its eyes, and saw that it was no longer possible.

"Friends from the island country are really swordsmanship and flexibility, and with such skills, it is not a problem to fight tigers. The host opened the iron door and motioned for Miyamoto to rest in his seat.

"Master, how do you see me first!" Miyamoto panted slightly, but looked very happy.

"Well done! Glory for the big island nation. The people of the island country will always remember you! I'm very happy to have an apprentice like you! Let's continue to practice for the great goal of killing the Pig King!"

"Hey!"