Three people turned a blind eye to Li Zhichang’s coming in and did whatever they had to do.
Li Zhichang gently said, "Hello everyone, I am your new position."
Three people didn’t speak to continue to see him.
Li Zhichang was not annoyed, but then said in a calm tone, "I didn’t come to make friends with you, but to inform you that you are all in my charge."
Said that the flower monk here put the girl aside and the girl didn’t pester him. He said with a smile, "Jin Jiuling can’t control us. Which onion are you?" He smiled like Maitreya, but when he spoke, he was as cold as steel, which was very scary.
Li Zhichang sighed with a sigh, "Even if I am an onion, you still have to listen to me. Aren’t you scolding yourself?"
The monk smiled even more brilliantly and said, "What if this onion is gone?" He suddenly jumped at Li Zhichang. He was very particular about this jump, as if he looked at Li Zhichang as a big tree. As soon as he jumped at it, he could generally smash Li Zhichang.
The monk’s speed is not fast, which can be changed at any time because of unhappiness. Moreover, if Li Zhichang hides from such a natural momentum, it will be difficult to make others here feel bad.
Li Zhichang’s hand is still caged in the sleeve and sighed, "If I were you, I would never be the early bird." Li Zhichang spoke at the same time and brushed his sleeve. This is the sleeve of Gankun Kung Fu with a strong breeze.
The monk still said "good" in that cold voice.
His hands were scissors-shaped, trying to cut Li Zhichang’s sleeves. At this time, his arms were exposed to golden yellow. It is conceivable that his hands must have developed a great kung fu.
But even Gankun in the sleeve can cover his hands. Even Optimus Prime can’t help him. His hands are not Optimus Prime.
When the monk cut it, it fell, but before he could see Li Zhichang clearly, a large dark cloud covered his bare head.
He knew that the sleeve of the other party contained a great deal of strength, and even if he practiced iron fist, he wouldn’t feel better. He put his hands up in a hurry, and when they were really golden, they resisted the sleeve. At this time, he and the other party’s strength stirred each other and felt that the other party’s strength was as heavy as Mount Tai. He was hit with stars, deaf and blind.
Soon, the floor tile on his sole cracked, and he took root on the ground. The method of borrowing power drained all the strength of Li Zhichang. How can the floor tile withstand this strength? At the same time, he didn’t wear his clothes properly when he was half-length, shattered and bare, and his feet sank inch by inch to the surface.
Even though he was very good at hard qigong, he was stunned and couldn’t hum himself. At last, Li Zhichang stopped, and at this time, his feet were so deep that he didn’t have the strength to say a word.
Li Zhichang gently said, "Is it?"
The monk nodded with strength, but at the same time, a gentle voice came from the right, which was very nice and soft "I don’t"
Li Zhichang saw that the boy who sharpened his knife stopped sharpening his knife because he was ready to make a knife and just sharpened his sharp blade. Once he made a move, he either hurt others or hurt himself. Seeing that he was going to hurt himself, it was naturally Li Zhichang.
Li Zhichang said, "Why not? You’re not afraid of disobedience, just like him."
The teenager’s face has no expression like an iceberg, but his voice is still very soft, at least not cold. He said, "I will listen to you if you win my knife."
Li Zhichang said, "A teenager like you shouldn’t experience failure and will challenge me."
The teenager is still cold, but his expression is soft and he says, "My name is Xiaobai. I hope you don’t die in my knife." I don’t know if he has to give his name every time he goes out, but Li Zhichang knows that this teenager has to give his name every time he goes out, and he is so gentle, no matter whether the other person is male or female, beautiful or ugly.
Li Zhichang has long known that there are three personal positions in the six doors except Jin Jiuling. One is in Jin Jiuling. Just now, the monk is said to be a flower monk, Lu Zhishen. His strength is bigger than that of a hard qigong. There is also Jiang Chongwei who is a little worse than him. Although he has entered the six doors, he is still very lewd in doing things, even hard qigong should be kept fine, even if he is not a child. However, this flower monk has lived among flowers and can actually practice hard qigong. If he is not in Li Zhichang, he is far from his opponent.
Now, before Li Zhichang, this man is called Xiaobai. When he speaks, he always speaks in a gentle tone. It is said that he was born with facial paralysis and some deformities, which caused this appearance. There are not a few thieves in Jiang Yang who died at his hands in the past year or two. Because he must report his life before he goes out, his tone is gentle, so the Jianghu nickname is’ Gentle Knife’.
Now this’ gentle knife’ Xiaobai is ready to give a knife to Li Zhichang.
Chapter 44 Six doors
The juvenile machete is different from the red shoe Sanniang machete. The Sanniang machete is a little more sinister. There is no juvenile white. When the knife light rises, it is like the spring breeze. The juvenile voice is gentle and affectionate, and even the knife method is so gentle as a lover’s hand.
However, as a teenager, he naturally has a soaring pride. Even before this man, he has read his file. Even before this man, he still claims to be the first expert in Wulin in recent years, but he still has confidence in himself because he has killed many people and many experts with this knife. This confidence is integrated into his bones.
His knife is smart and full of vigor, but his face is still calm and indifferent. It’s not that he is not in the mood, but that he is a facial paralysis place. When he comes out, the enemy sees his face as if he saw a death with a machete, although his knife is not so cold and his voice is so beautiful.
Because the knife is a machete, its route is not straight, but a beautiful arc. The distance between Xiao Bai and Li Zhichang is not so far, but it is not so close. When he debuted, his feet also moved. If the willow leaves were blown by the spring breeze and flew across the horizon and the cape, he would fall in front of Li Zhichang.
The teenager is confident that when the knife light flies up, maybe Li Zhichang will break a big hole in his chest, which will never be an exception. He has practiced this knife for thousands of times and will never make mistakes. He won’t even make one more effort to separate.
In Li Zhichang’s eyes, the young art of using saber has already had aura, although the true qi hasn’t reached him so fruity and freely, and the angle of hand can be critical. When the light of saber came over, he let out a sigh in his heart. He had the idea of cherishing talent. In time, this young man may be able to take a knife and surpass Duguyihe. After all, Duguyihe lost his knife and finally got it back, but he is no longer in his prime.
The teenager hasn’t lost his knife yet, and his knife still has a sense of pride. Li Zhichang is Wei, and he is going to personally challenge Wei. It’s time for a 16-year-old boy to be fearless. Xiaobai’s knife method is not yet the most mature, but this knife is his most courageous time
Few people have this kind of spirit, but he is still there all the time.
Li Zhichang was caged in his sleeve robe and came out with one hand. It wasn’t many years ago that someone was worth his hand, and he wasn’t one of them, but he had to do it to admire his youth.
A white defective hand exudes a marble-like white jade luster. The owner of this skill doesn’t know how many peerless masters have been defeated, and I don’t know how many amazing secrets can be exerted. Defeating this juvenile illness can’t add luster to his record, but even if he is slightly injured, it can cast a shadow over his arrogant reputation.
Li Zhichang is smiling all the time, and his eyes are still like a white marble in a bottomless deep spring, which arouses a strong and indestructible gang gas and grabs the young machete with fenglei.
The trajectory of the machete is changeable. Until the last moment, you never know which direction it will fall around Li Zhichang and Li Zhichang, but the machete hit Li Zhichang’s hand.
The light of the knife disappeared and saw a machete fall on Li Zhichang. Without the knife, the young man naturally wouldn’t cut again. It must be a bad knife method. His eyes became less energetic.
However, Li Zhichang returned the knife to him. The teenager was at a loss and caught the knife. His heart was also a little solid. He said, "I lost, I would fail."