Hero Cultivation System

"Hey hey hey! Let's see if my guy is more effective."

The onlookers all laughed at Liang Gong's ambiguous tone, but the faces of the people from the Western Regions headed by Amaji changed after hearing this.

Without him, Liang Gong on the opposite side actually pulled out a large sword that was nearly two feet long and five or six inches wide. The surface of the sword was as blue as lake water, with a trace of cold electricity reverberating in it, and the tip of the sword seemed to reveal a faint tail glow. Telescopic and beating.

There was a trace of greed in Amaji's eyes. His hometown in the Western Region is the production base of famous knives. The entire village has been making knives for hundreds of years, so no one knows the quality of knives better than him.

The knife in front of you is a rare and good knife. The light of the knife seems to be alive. You know that although this knife may not necessarily make quick decisions, it should be absolutely possible to cut iron like clay. It is so good. He had only seen the knife a few times in his life, and if he could get it, he would make a fortune.

The question is, will someone who can hold this kind of sword be a showman? With the back of this sword being nearly two fingers wide, it cannot be too light. However, the young man opposite is carrying it as if it is light, and it seems to have no weight in his hand. One can imagine the strength of this man.

Amajji has a bit of a headache. The fact that they can carry knives is just exploiting a loophole in the policy. The Public Security Bureau just doesn't want to cause trouble. It doesn't mean they can stand up.

But the young man in front of him was walking around the streets with such a big knife behind his back. This kind of behavior was either because he had a strong backing behind him or because he was really skilled in his skills and was not afraid of being caught. Regardless of the reason, Amaji could do it. Take a real drink.

So the knife is a good knife, but it is best not to mess with this person if you can.

But just when Amaji was thinking about how to step down, the mustache stall owner took advantage of the fact that his companion had arrived, walked up to Liang Gong without his consent, and said majestically:

"Pay now, or I'll stab you."

Amaji didn't notice that he had taken the lead. He was so angry that he slapped his head and said to himself: "Damn it, just go to hell, everyone is implicated by you."

Sure enough, when Liang Gong heard that someone was going to stab him, of course he would strike first because of his personality. But now that he was in a major thoroughfare, drawing a knife would have been too much. At this time, someone might have called the police. If he really wanted to take action, Killing someone with a knife will immediately become the focus of the news, so you absolutely cannot do it.

Turning his eyes, he saw the cut cake next to him and thought of the idea that had just crossed his mind:

"You can pay for it, but look at your cake just sitting on the side of the road like this. It's contaminated by dust from passing people and cars. It's very unhygienic. And I don't think the quality and taste are good. Why is it so expensive?"

The mustache stall owner was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He glanced at Amaji secretly and saw that his face was blue. He was obviously very angry. These cakes were made by Amaji. If they didn't taste good, they would just throw them away. It was strange that he looked better after touching Amaji's face. So, he pointed at the sliced ​​cake on the bicycle and shouted to Liang Gong:

"The quality of the cut cakes we sell is guaranteed, and the taste is even better. Now you can't sell them anymore. You have to buy them all. 400 kilograms totaling 32,000 yuan. If you don't want to pay, you will get stabbed." .”

Oh! It was only 1,500 yuan just now, but now that my companion is here, I might as well just take it all, okay! Let me see how you eat it.

Liang Gong laughed loudly and said: "Okay, you say it's delicious, let's do this. I'll cut a piece too, and you can eat it for me no matter how much it is. This proves that your cut cake is indeed delicious. After you finish eating it, I'll give you double the amount." The money is only 64,000 yuan. If you can't finish it, it proves that the cakes are not worth the price, so I'm sorry."

After saying that, the blue light flashed and then stopped, Liang Gong stood there like an innocent man holding a knife. No one knew what trick this man was playing. The stall owner was still complacent until he inadvertently said

When I saw the cake cutter on the bicycle, I screamed:

"Ah! What is that?" He pointed at the cake and trembled.

Everyone looked along his fingers and all took a breath of air. The cut cake, which was originally two feet long and square, was now cut with a "well" character on it and neatly numbered into nine.

Blocks, each block is of general size.

Oh my god! There was a flash of lightning just now, and this man actually swung four swords, two horizontally and two vertically, and he used the swords accurately. Each sword was as if measured with a ruler, and the angle was impeccable.

And the most important thing is that the ingredients for these cut cakes are nuts and dried fruits mixed with syrup, and they are made through complex processes of kneading, steaming, and then smashing and pressing. They have a hard texture and extremely high density. Even these stall owners have to use

A special guillotine can be cut slowly and hard, like the one in front of you, with a seemingly casual wave, and it can be easily divided into nine pieces like a knife cutting tofu.

What kind of wrist strength is this, and what kind of eyesight is this? If these four swords are wielded on people...

The mustache stall owner trembled all over when he thought about it. He cut the cake and looked like this. His body was not as strong as cutting the cake!

Not only did he think of this, but everyone else, including Amaji and the big man from the Western Regions, also thought of it. Everyone swallowed hard, glad that it was not him who was standing in front of him.

"Eat it! You can choose whatever piece you want. If you eat it, I will give you 64,000 yuan. If you can't eat it anymore... hum!"

The owner of the mustache stall burst into tears looking at the nine pieces of cut cakes of equal sizes. Although each piece looked small, Mustache knew that it weighed at least thirty or forty kilograms. How could he eat it? Don't talk about him alone.

Even if there were ten, he wouldn't be able to.

Looking at the cake being cut, and then at the knife in Liang Gong's hand, the stall owner with a mustache could only look at Amaji pitifully. The unlucky Amaji had fallen into this muddy water, and the meat was covered in it before he could eat it.

It's fishy, ​​but Mustache and all nearby cake-cutting stalls get their cakes from him. If he doesn't stand up for them today, he won't be able to survive tomorrow.

Ama Jiqing coughed and pressed his hands to tell everyone to put away their knives. Then he walked forward and smiled at Liang Gong:

"Ahem! It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. We are the most sincere in doing business. Everyone has to be willing to close the deal. My brother just came from his hometown. He can't speak Mandarin. There may be communication problems. Let's have a good talk. There is no need to act casually.

knife."

Liang Gong couldn't laugh or cry. You were the first to ask for the money, and you were the first to pull out the knife. Now it's my fault for using the knife. However, he stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man. He stretched out his hand, and the soul-returning knife returned to the scabbard. He also said with a smile:

"Yes, in business, you don't want to force people to buy or sell. It's better to be friendly and make money. This human king stall owner cuts as much as he likes, and insists on people buying. If they don't buy, he beats people and steals their mobile phones.

I think this time I have to go to the Public Security Bureau and eat in jail to improve my memory."

Damn, beating someone is nothing, but actually snatching someone’s cell phone. I really want to go to jail. Amaj turned his head and stared at the cowering stall owner with a moustache and said: “Don’t take the phone away yet.”

Return it to others?"

Mustache was still angry in his heart, but Liang Gong's silent knife-shuttering technique just now frightened him again. He couldn't put his own knife away so neatly, so he reluctantly took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it to Liang Gong.

Liang Gong turned to show it to Lao Huang, who had already climbed up, and said, "Let's see if it's yours."

Lao Huang took the hand and looked at it and nodded to Liang Gong. Liang Gong then asked Fang Zhiyi in a low voice: "Sister Fang, how do you want to deal with this injury?"

Fang Zhiyi had completely calmed down. He looked at the Westerner with a cold smile and said, "Let's go first. Someone will naturally come to deal with these people tomorrow. They won't be able to run around for long."

Liang Gong nodded. He knew that Sister Fang was definitely not a normal person. She must have had her own intentions when she said this, so he said to Amaji: "Business cannot be done without mercy. Since everyone has misunderstood, we can leave now!"

"Of course, of course, no one will stop you." The mustache stall owner still wanted to speak, but Amaji pulled him behind him and answered Liang Gong with a smile.

Liang Gong couldn't help but feel strange when he saw him being arrogant in front and respectful in the back, but now was not the time to think about it, he had to get out of the way before the police came, so he reached out and hugged Yuanyuan and followed Sister Fang away.

As soon as they left, the onlookers dispersed when they saw that there was no excitement to be seen.

Xiao Hu, the stall owner, looked at the figures of Liang Gong and others, and said to Amaji: "Brother, let's forget it like this?"

Amaji smiled sinisterly: "Is it possible? Don't worry, let them go, we will make more money. Don't you remember the reward offered by the Chengdong Gang?"

"Ah! Brother, do you think he is that little bird?" Mustache was shocked. If it was really him, then he would have just walked through the gate of hell.

"Don't leave me, Xiaowu, Xiaodong, you two follow him and keep an eye on him. Contact me at any time."

Amaji looked at Liang Gong's disappearing figure with a proud smile on his lips.