The Most Powerful Young Man

This gunshot indicates that there will be a lively life leaving this world in this world.

The sniper's hand is always on the trigger, but it can no longer be pressed.

That shot was not made by the large-caliber sniper rifle in his hand. In the middle of his eyebrow, a bullet passed across, and the dark blood hole on his forehead looked extraordinarily infiltrating. Just like his eyes at this time, hollow.

Directly opposite this sniper, at a distance of almost 100 meters, a man pushed aside the bunker, stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, spit out the sniper stick in his mouth, and then took the sniper rifle in his hand. Tucked into the box.

"What the hell! I thought it was such a difficult action, it turns out that the other party is a vegetable dog." Bai Long complained.

When Xiao Yao confessed the task to him, he was still very happy in his heart. He felt that he had arrived in Haitian City. After spending such a long time, he finally had the opportunity to help Xiao Yao. He didn't expect the task to be so simple. No difficulty—how can I be embarrassed to show off to Pink Butterfly?

Therefore, Bai Long was still very angry. The opponent was not an excellent sniper at all. He doubted whether the opponent had a business license. A qualified sniper must not only have the confidence to complete the mission and be fully prepared before performing the mission, but more importantly, he must also determine his own safety.

The other party obviously didn't do it. He didn't even notice that there was someone else right in front of him. Even when his barrel was aimed at his head, he didn't feel any danger. This is really not a danger. Qualified snipers simply lose the face of their profession.

The gunshot also tightened the nerves of Mo Chengfei and Jiang Tianlu, but they did not see any discomfort in Xiao Yao.

In other words, this gun did not cause any harm to Xiao Yao at all.

Mo Chengfei frowned immediately.

"What's going on? Didn't it hit?" He was very dissatisfied. Xiao Yao was sitting there, but he didn't hit it. What a sniper! Could it be that his marksmanship was practiced in the place where he used the balloons to get prizes?

If the sniper who has lost his life knows that Mo Chengfei’s thoughts at this time will definitely vomit blood, and he is taunted by a self-sniper Bailong, that’s fine, after all, he is indeed inferior to humans, but now he is Mo Chengfei laughed at what is going on?

Jiang Tianlu frowned.

"The gunshot just now didn't come from the sniper point." Jiang Tianlu said with a black face.

Mo Chengfei didn't understand Jiang Tianlu's meaning, turned his face to look at Jiang Tianlu, a moment of curiosity.

Jiang Tianlu was too lazy to explain too much with Mo Chengfei, but picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand and pressed the black button on it.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Jiang Tianlu asked.

He didn't get any response, and his words seemed to fall into the sea.

Jiang Tianlu's heart also sank.

"Did something accident happen?" Mo Chengfei asked in a low voice.

"There are other snipers here." Jiang Tianluqi's face was dark.

"There are other snipers?!" Mo Chengfei was taken aback, and said in amazement, "You mean, you hired two snipers?"

Jiang Tianlu glanced at him with contempt in his eyes. He was wondering whether this Mo Chengfei really didn't understand what he had just said, or he was deliberately pretending to be stupid and cute.

"We have to leave here immediately. There is a sniper arranged by Xiao Yao here. My one has probably been killed by the other party now." Jiang Tianlu turned around as he said.

Mo Chengfei's forehead immediately overflowed with a layer of fine sweat, and he hurriedly followed Jiang Tianlu toward the foot of the mountain, and his body shrank as much as possible, for fear that he would accidentally become someone else's dead soul.

Xiao Yao, who had been sitting, finally stood up.

"Now we can continue." Xiao Yao said with a smile at the white-faced scholar.

The white face scholar frowned.

"You still didn't tell me what the **** was going on." The white-faced scholar asked with gritted teeth.

Xiao Yao shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "In order to avoid the last thing from happening, I specially arranged a sniper here, so as not to be disturbed by other people when we fight, people! Want to eat one. You have gained a wit, and I suffered a loss in your hands last time. Why would I dare to make a mistake?"

"There are still your people here." The scholar with a white face finally understood what Xiao Yao meant.

Xiao Yao stared at the white face book and said physically and boldly: "Is there any problem with this? If it weren't for you to ambush here last time, would I do something like this? But I didn't expect it, it was really true. Of people want to attack us."

Seeing that Xiao Yao had mentioned the last time, the old man blushed and smiled awkwardly, and then resumed his diversion as before: "Stop talking nonsense, come on, let's continue..."

Xiao Yao didn't bother to continue to ridicule the white face scholar, and to be precise, he did not have the opportunity to bully the white face scholar in words.

When the white-faced scholar had finished speaking, he had already launched a thunderous offensive towards Xiao Yao who had just stood up.

In his heart, Xiao Yao scolded this little old man from the ancestor's generation to this generation. He had never seen such a brazen person!

"It's really shameless, I like to use these crooked ways." Xiao Yao sneered while parrying the white-faced scholar.

"Huh, this is unexpected, the soldiers are not tired of deceit!" The scholar Bailian raised his right leg and swept around, but Xiao Yao bent over and avoided him. Then, Xiao Yao immediately turned to the side and attacked the scholar Bailian's lower plate. .

After the white-faced scholar found out that he had said the previous sentence, Xiao Yao didn't answer him, which made him a little surprised.

Why is this guy so quiet?

The white face scholar feels very weird, which is totally inconsistent with Xiao Yao's style of doing things! When he can push, he must be the happiest one!

"Why aren't you talking?" The white-faced scholar asked, unable to restrain his curiosity.

"Because I admire you very much, especially when you say these shamelessly serious words." Xiao Yao said sincerely.

The white-faced scholar really wanted to give him two big mouths. Xiao Yao, a good guy, didn't say anything, even if he didn't say it, why did he have to catch up with him and ask if he got his head? Isn't this finding excitement for yourself?

Anyway, the white-faced scholar is a bit regretful.

Suddenly, Xiao Yao broke the wind with a punch.

The white-faced scholar moved his head slightly to the side, avoiding the punch, and then reached out his hand to clasp Xiao Yao's wrist to subdue the other party in the shortest time. The idea was very good, but the final result made him heart. Frightened.

He threw himself away!

This made the white face scholar unable to accept, he clearly saw Xiao Yao's fist, and he also saw Xiao Yao's offensive line.

When Xiao Yao took the shot, the white face scholar's brain was already running fast. He had a hundred ways to clasp Xiao Yao's fist, and he chose the best way in his thoughts.

But... why did you rush for nothing?

The scholar Bailian couldn't understand, Xiao Yao didn't give him a chance to ask questions, and threw a fist to the scholar's chest, pushing him a long way away.

The white-faced scholar staggered a few steps before he stood firm in front of him, his chest was aching, he covered his chest with one hand, and tapped a few acupuncture points on his body with one hand. He knew. There has been a lot of blood congestion in the place where he was hit by Xiao Yao. Although it will not cause much damage, it will also affect his overall strength.

Especially at this critical time, a slight drop in strength is equivalent to losing a few percent of the chance of winning.

"I still underestimate you." Bai Lian Shusheng said with a cold face.

Xiao Yao smiled and said seriously: "You are not underestimating me, you are too high on yourself."

This sentence gave the white-faced scholar nowhere to refute.

Indeed, he valued himself too much.

Originally, he only needed to step back a few steps to avoid Xiao Yao's fist, but he was extremely confident in himself. He felt that he would definitely be able to clasp the opponent's fist and then defeat the opponent and subdue the opponent.

However, everything is different from what he imagined.

Rather than underestimating Xiao Yao, it is better to say that he looked at himself highly. After all, Xiao Yao is the apprentice of Jinglei, and a famous teacher has a high apprentice. How could the apprentice of Jinglei be so bad?

Before coming, he had already made full psychological preparations. He told himself more than once in his heart that he must not take it lightly and that he must win steadily, otherwise he might be overturned in the gutter.

He said it to himself, but when he really confronted Xiao Yao, he forgot what he said before.

He regretted it, and wished he would be killed.

"Are you coming?" Xiao Yao asked.

"What do you mean?" Bai Lian Shusheng sneered, his eyes flickered, like a poisonous snake sticking out his tongue, and his body rushed again like lightning.

Xiao Yao's brows suddenly wrinkled as he watched the white-faced scholar who rushed towards him.

The white-faced scholar in his eyes was quick and slow, but he was calm and steady. Xiao Yao wanted to find out the flaws of the opponent, but he was nowhere to be found. Often just as soon as the flaw is found, the body shape of the white-faced scholar changes again.

This feeling made Xiao Yao feel very uncomfortable.

"Is this your ultimate move?" Xiao Yao looked at the white-faced scholar with a smile on his face. It seems that he was right before. The reason why the white-faced scholar dared to tell himself the Qi Breaking Jiuxiao is because He already has other ultimate moves.

This is a unique way of being, and I simply don't want to read the white face book. Anyway, it's all for nothing.

He stared at the two legs of the white face scholar, counted his footsteps, whether his brows were frowned, and finally he was relieved.

"So that's it." Xiao Yao muttered.

While talking, the scholar with white face finally arrived in front of Xiao Yao, with murderous intent in his eyes, and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth could not conceal his murderous intent.

"Ghost fist, soul-stirring." The white-faced scholar leaped up and spit out these seven words coldly.