I'm in Wudang god catcher

Chapter 23 There are 300 gunmen in the world, and you must bow your head when you meet me

Di Qinglin hadn't been this angry for a long time.

He is a man with a deep city, and he has always been indifferent to his emotions and anger. No matter when and where, even if his head is broken and bloody, he can still maintain the demeanor of Mr. Pianpian.

His demeanor is like a snail's shell, hidden under it is a deep inferiority complex, an unspeakable emptiness, and a crushing silence.

So Di Qinglin pursues excitement, and only the excitement between life and death can bring him pleasure.

Only when he is under absolute stimulation can Di Qinglin feel that he is still alive, that he is a human being, not just a dry puppet.

Killing is not a thrill. Since three years ago, killing has not been a thrill. Di Qinglin's real enjoyment is to use special techniques to disguise a murder as an accident.

The perfect crime of genius!
Both crime and genius, this is the double pleasure from force and wisdom, just like the delicacy cooked by the imperial chef, it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

If you can't cover up your tracks and kill them with a knife, it's like eating a plate of stuffed nine-turn large intestine, which will only make people feel sick.

Di Qinglin stopped, turned his fingers lightly, and the dagger returned to his sleeve, making a gesture of going to the bathroom.

Wan Junwu was a little embarrassed, because his vomit was discovered, Di Qinglin said with a smile: "Don't worry, Wan, I will definitely not expose this matter."

"Thank you, Master Di."

"Hero Wan, whose residence is that over there?"

"That's the residence of Feng Nuxia. As for the whistle just now, it should have come from Shen Butou."

"Captain Shen is good at blowing the whistle?"

"I've heard people say that the disciples of the God-hunting sect have a special way of communicating with each other through whistles. They can transmit various messages through different whistles."

"Oh, thank you for your advice, you can continue."

Di Qinglin turned and left, the anger in his heart had already shifted from Feng Siniang to Shen Lian.

……

"I want information about Shen Lian."

"Young master has not completed the task yet."

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a rule. The Qinglong Society insists on fair transactions. One thing is for another. Only when the task is completed can the Marquis make the request."

"Holy Lord 96, you are using your name for nothing. Your Qinglong Society is really good at it. Do you want to die?"

"Young Lord, don't get angry. The rules of the Azure Dragon Club cannot be changed, but I can use my personal identity to sell Shen Lian's information. What do you think, Young Lord?"

"how much is it?"

"No money, I want Shen Lian's gun."

"make a deal!"

Di Qinglin readily agreed. Although he has a hobby of collecting, he doesn't like collecting weapons.

Although Shen Lian's Solitary Spear was a magic weapon, Di Qinglin didn't care at all. If it wasn't because Feng Siniang was here, he would have no interest in Shen Lian.

Di Qinglin walked away slowly, and the moonlight shone on another person's face. This person was none other than the wealthy man in Luoyang, the owner of Peony Villa, Fourth Master Hua.

Shen Lian didn't know that someone was staring at his gun, and was discussing the magic weapon with Feng Siniang with great interest.

In this world of comprehensive martial arts, there are too many magical weapons in the arena. Even the largest intelligence organization, Tianji Pavilion, cannot arrange a list of magical weapons.

Too much!
too messy!
Too complicated!
Swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, boring sticks, whips, maces and hammers, kidnappers and meteors, eighteen kinds of weapons, each of which has been practiced by someone, and each of them has magic weapons.

Warriors in the rivers and lakes use swords the most, followed by sticks, and after that are spears, and after spears are big axes and hammers, long whips and soft ropes, and shooting stars and flying claws.

Feng Siniang said with a smile: "Shen Lian, how many moves have you created with the nameless marksmanship? I have been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and I have never seen anyone more arrogant than you."

Shen Lian said: "People who practice martial arts should be brave and diligent, and move forward courageously. I am just a little more enthusiastic than others. Why should I make such a fuss, senior sister?"

Shen Lian's self-created marksmanship is neither a Song Ci marksmanship nor a deadly marksmanship, they are all nonsense to the outside world, the real name is the nameless marksmanship.

Why do you say this name is arrogant?
Because Shen Lian once said that all the named marksmanship in the world is half a standard lower than the unnamed marksmanship.

In other words

——There are 300 million gunmen in the world, and you must bow your head when you meet me!

These words are really too arrogant, and it is easy to be beaten if it is spread, so only close people have heard of it, and they have always said "thirteen shots to seduce souls and kill people".

"I won't talk about swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and axes, hooks and forks. I won't talk about swords, guns and swords. Those who use halberds are mostly for military purposes, and those who use axes and axes are mostly for body training. When do you use hooks and forks?"

"Most of the warriors who use forks are living on the water, that is, harpoons. The Angry Dragon Gang should use forks. As for the masters who use hooks..."

Feng Siniang immediately asked: "Do you know any masters who use hooks? I've seen some kind of soul hooker. His martial arts are not very good, but his temper is very strong."

Shen Lian said: "In the past few decades, the strongest hooker is called Yang Hen, and the hook in his hand is a sharp weapon of magic weapon, called the parting hook!"

"Farewell to Yang Hen? I heard that he is a gangster? Did you catch him?"

"Don't be kidding. When Yang Hen lived in seclusion, I had only been a teacher for two years. How can I catch him?"

"Parting Hook, that's an interesting name."

"Because no matter what this hook hooks, it will cause separation. If it hooks your hand, your hand will be separated from your wrist. If it hooks your foot, your foot will be separated from your leg..."

"If it catches my throat, shall I say goodbye to this world?"

"That's right!"

"What a vicious weapon."

"Want to see it?"

"Do you know where Yang Hen is?"

"Yang Hen has long since died, but his son has grown up and is a very good

- Hurry up! "

Feng Siniang joked: "Better than you?"

Shen Lian said with a little self-mockery: "If you analyze it from the perspective of dedication to duty, our senior brother, perhaps only the second senior brother can compare with him. The only thing I can compare with him is his ability to work hard."

"Can't Sixth Junior Sister be better than him?"

"Thirteen's thoughts are more delicate than his, but his martial arts are slightly inferior. Thirteen is suitable for making suggestions."

"What about Big Brother?"

"Elder brother has been catching Chu Liuxiang recently. If he can catch him, I will admit that he is the most powerful."

Speaking of this, Shen Lian laughed loudly.

Asking Tong Lin to catch Chu Liuxiang, this is really the best program in the world, but it's a pity that I am on official business, otherwise I must see how the two of them catch and run away...

"You just said desperately. Could it be that Yang Hen's son is very good at desperately?"

"To be precise, he will only work hard."

……

Yang Hen's son is named Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng doesn't know martial arts, he doesn't know what it means to see a move, and he doesn't know the soul-breaking sword, he can only fight desperately, and use various means to fight.

The four words "fearless and fearless" are very, very easy to say, especially for young people, they can blow out anything if they eat three or two yellow soup.

But when it's time to go all out, even the murderous Jiangyang bandit will subconsciously feel fear in the face of an opponent who is rushing like a tiger and wolf.

Fear will slow you down, and when you slow down you will fail.

Yang Zheng was in a small alley.

On the front is the favorite general of the Jiangyang thief Ni Baye.

This man was over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. His face was full of flesh, and he was bare-chested and bald. He had a hideous scar from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, cutting off half of his nose.

His name is Bison, and he is good at using mace.

In this small alley, there was no room to hide. With a single wave of the mace, Yang Zheng would be blasted into pieces, which could be directly used to make dumplings.

Behind is the head of the second escort of Xiangjiang Escort Bureau. His name is Sun Ruhai, and he is good at using two-foot short forks.

With the bison in front and the wolf in the back, Yang Zheng seemed to have no chance of surviving, as if he was certain to die.

The buffalo roared, and the mace hit Yang Zheng's waist. Yang Zheng didn't retreat but advanced. He didn't know martial arts, but he knew that if he retreated, he would die, and if he advanced, he would survive.

Seeing Yang Zheng who is not afraid of death, Bison was a little bit surprised. At this moment, Yang Zheng leaned down suddenly, avoiding the mace, and then bounced up like an eel, hitting his head on Bison's lower abdomen. superior.

The buffalo was hit with tears, and almost spit out his dinner. Yang Zheng took the opportunity to take out the rope, tied the buffalo with the rope, and gagged his mouth again.

Yang Zheng looked at Sun Ruhai coldly: "You are a famous master, I am not, you have a guy in your hand, I don't, you know martial arts, I don't, but I know you dare not make a move, because you have nothing at all! "

"you……"

"You have no idea. You are afraid of me and even more afraid of death!"

Yang Zheng slowly approached Sun Ruhai, the short fork was less than a foot away from his chest, Sun Ruhai was trembling, but still didn't dare to make a move, he was really scared, scared to death.

"Crack!"

A pair of shackles locked Sun Ruhai's wrists, and Sun Ruhai fell to his knees in despair, with despair on his face.

(End of this chapter)