Chapter 0016: Mr. Chen and Brother Sharp 2

Brother Sharp stood up obediently, pinned the pig-killing knife to his waist, lowered his hands, looked at his eyes and nose, looked at his heart, and answered respectfully, "Cheng's ancestral knife method, fifth level."

Well, you can pick up the fifth-level master by robbing the body. It's good, it's good. The luck aura of the protagonist's aura is really good, haha. Haoren was in a good mood and laughed until his mouth was not close. His eyes were full of small stars: "Play to see? Let the teacher guide you."

"Record Brother Sharp's moves, angle, strength, speed..." In the laughter, Haoren secretly gave the order of the thief to life, and finally added: "If you can record the trajectory of the soul power, try to record it."

"Demeanor, my lord, demeanor!" Seeing that Haoren's smile was really shabby, which damaged the image of the master, Haobang approached and secretly reminded him.

No surprise, the unscrupulous magic stick immediately sent a big foot to Haobang's face.

Brother Sharp did not notice the small movements of Haoren and Haobang, and his whole mind has been devoted to the demonstration of the pig-killing knife method. The serious, pious, serious and fanatical appearance made people mistakenly think that it was not the pig-killing knife, but his goddess who served for life.

It seems that the edge of the unity of human knives has been touched. My master has found the treasure. As long as he picks up a little, he can break through. The noisy Haobangbang couldn't help but interrupt.

Haoren tilted his head and rolled his eyes. The expression clearly said: Do you also know the knife method?

"Cut, grandson, I not only know how to use knives, but also a generation of sword gods." Being despised by the master, Sun Haobang was very dissatisfied: "Look at his knife, flashy, slightly changing the angle, and the power is at least 30%; you see, this move, the legs, waist and hands cooperate well, and the power is at least doubled... In a word, it is useless."

Haoren's face is full of cows, and his old face is red. Brother Sharp's moves are open and close. When he cuts, splits, flirts and stabs, he is murderous and majestic. Such a knife is useless. Isn't it necessary to kill a skeleton like a family?

Haoren thought about it and asked reluctantly, "Everyone can move their lips. If you have the ability to play two tricks, let me see."

Haobang, who had planned to do this for a long time, shouted strangely. He couldn't wait to rush down, and his body flexibly drilled into the knife light all over the sky. Suddenly, the knife light dissipated.

Haoren was terr astonied. With the help of life, he saw the scene just now very clearly. Haobang's right hand carried it, like a wisp of breeze, floated into the knife light, just in a wonderful place to avoid the knife curtain, grabbed it casually with his left hand, and flicked his five fingers a few times. The light curtain disappeared and the knife was in hand.

Brother Sharp was even more afraid. His face was pale, and his spine sweated coldly. He looked at Hao Bangbang in disbelief. He didn't even have time to react, and the knife was taken away. This means that if the other party wants to kill him, just at that moment, even thousands of lives are not enough to fill their teeth.

Hao Bangbang didn't talk nonsense and slapped him directly: "I see that your level is too inferior. I will ask my grandson to guide you, so as not to be ashamed in the future."

The young one is the grandfather and the old one is the grandson. This... Sharp brother looked at his white-haired grandson Haobang and looked at the young and handsome grandfather Haoren. An idea flashed by. Legend has it that immortals are immortality and eternal youth. Is it not mortals that saved my life, but immortals?

Fairy, that is a super existence that flies through the clouds and fog in a moment, crosses the sea of famous rivers, raises his hands and moves mountains and seas, and moves the stars.

"Please give me some advice!" The sharp brother, who was blessed with his heart, immediately knelt down and knelt at the two of them again. He knelt down the soil and ignored his forehead with blood. He looked at Haoren's eyes from original gratitude to worship, and there was also an uncontrollable desire and ecstasy.

"Hold up for me." Haoren roared and no longer ignored the fairy demeanor he tried to maintain. His heart was like a needle, and it hurt so much. TMD, Kneel down and make your face full of blood. What do you mean? It is clear that I want to waste the essence of my life.

"Yes." Brother Sharp jumped up and cast his warm eyes on Hao people without reservation.

Is this product easy to carry? Haoren was very cold and couldn't help shivering, and goose bumps springing up like bamboo shoots. He carefully took out a small half a bottle from the essence of ten cubic meters of life and reluctantly threw it to Brother Sharp: "Take it, don't kneel. There is gold under the man's knees. Moreover, ** is precious and difficult to buy. Don't waste it.

Mr. Hao, what a good teacher. Meeting such a teacher is really a blessing for me in my last 100 lives. Brother Sharp's face was full of cattle, looked up and drank the essence of life, and then held an empty bottle in his hands and handed it to Haobang. The latter threw away the white jade bottle and pointed his left hand at Haoren with a thumbs up. The magic stick fooled Brother Sharp, but he couldn't fool him. He knew that Hao people drink these essences of life that are hard to buy as tap water every day.

"Master, cooperate with your grandson to fool this guy." Haobang secretly sent a message to Haoren.

If Hao has a good face, I will refuse. Haoren simply replied, "Okay." In his soul space, with the secret help of life, it is difficult to walk without Haoren's consent.

Hao Bangbang looked like a wind and clouds. He asked Brother Sharp faintly, "Do you know how many layers there are in the realm of knives?"

"I don't know." No matter how stupid Brother Sharp is, he knows that it is the immortal who wants to guide himself and listen respectfully.

Oh, Hao Bangbang sighed, and his face was full of hatred, which scared Brother Sharp to feel guilty for a while. For a long time, Hao Bangbang, who was satisfied with vanity, said slowly and said, "There are seven layers of swordsmanship, including hand knives, heart knives, combined knives, chemical knives, casting knives, soul knives, and creative knives. On the first floor, the knife is in your hand, do you understand?"

Nonsense, Haoren rolled his eyes and stared at Haobang angrily. The latter secretly came with a pleading look.

Brother Sharp, who was stunned by Hao Bangbang, carefully replied, "Forgive my disciple's stupidity, can it be understood as using a knife?"

"Well, children can be taught." Haobang masturbated the three-inch goatee under his mouth and nodded approvingly: "So on the second floor, where is the knife in your heart?"

"With your heart." Brother Sharp's eyes were shining, and he seemed to touch something.

"That's good, a little wise." Haobang's old god is there, and his old face stretches: "The third floor, the knife..."

"Hedao...hedao..." Brother Sharp fell into meditation and frowned. For many years, he has been staying in the realm of the heart knife, struggling to find it. Although he has been prompted, how can he understand and break through?

"Idiot, so stupid, how can you enter my fairy gate?" Haobang shouted loudly, but accidentally took a look at Haoren, who was furious by his mysteriousness. He was so scared that he quickly said tremblingly, "The knife, that is, the knife is me, and I am here. The knife is united, and there is no separation from each other."

Like drinking on the head, the doubts and confusion over the years were swept away. The sharp brother smiled indifferently, and his eyes were slightly closed and thoughtful. The pig-killing knife at his waist was windless and automatic, and the blood-red light rose to the sky, wrapped in a pig-killing knife and circled several times on Brother Sharp's head, and finally disappeared from his head into his body.

"This..." Haoren floated down in surprise and circled around Brother Sharp a few times. After finding that the pig-killing knife did enter Sharp Brother's body, he turned around and looked at Haobang.

"Ephany!" Hao Bangbang sighed and knew that his vanity had not been satisfied.

Haoren looked at Brother Sharp enviously: "TMD, apprentices can suddenly realize, why can't I?"

Haobang is speechless, his face is full of black lines... Epiphany, according to the artist, that is, inspiration. But inspiration needs to accumulate, deep accumulation and long-term thinking to make a breakthrough. But Haocai wants to have an epiphany in less than 5 days of cultivation... This is equivalent to a primary school student who can't add, subtract, multiply or divide. How can he understand calculus?

As a last resort, Hao Bangbang changed the topic: "Don't pay attention to Brother Sharp. He needs time to understand and break through. The other body woke up, and that guy is treacherous.

"Damn, don't talk about it. What do the last few layers of the sword realm mean?" Hao people asked dissatisfiedly.

"My lord, there are some things that can only be comprehsible and unspeakable. Moreover, when you know everything, there is no change in life and there is no fun. You will understand when you reach my age. Hey..." Haobang leaned on the old and chattered endlessly.

It makes sense for Haoren to think about it. Enjoying life requires variables and stimulation. Otherwise, it would be boring to know in advance what to do, meet and say what to say tomorrow.

The scene of the two changed and changed to another mass grave, where Edison Chen was the only mass grave.

I'm not dead. Edison Chen's first judgment after waking up was made by pinching a handful of meat around his waist with his hand under his body; his ears stood up and listened carefully for a few seconds without a sound. The second judgment was that there was no one around or higher than his own strength; his nose sucked a few times without being known, and the air was fresh, with The indescribable fragrance, the third judgment is not a familiar place; there is a surging anger on his body, and combined with the scene before fainting, he soon came to the fourth judgment: someone saved me, and this person is not hostile and powerful.

Since the conclusion has come out, Edison Chen immediately opened his eyes, ignored the image of the mass grave around him, and knelt down respectfully: "Thank you for saving my life."

Hao Bangbang is right. Chen Guanxi is really treacherous. He just said thank you for saving his life without saying a word about how to repay. He is decent but not rude, and leaves room for maneuver invisibly. Coupled with a series of small actions before waking up... It is worthy of being a business family. Even if he has been attacked by drug addiction, no one dares to deny that Edison Chen is a talent.

Haoren is very satisfied. As soon as the idea of building power took shape, God sent such two people, one article and one martial arts. A fifth-order peak seems to be determined and about to break through; a natural businessman with connections, experience and money. As long as he is subdued, he is definitely a good helper.

However, it seems that Edison Chen is not easy to deal with. Let's ignore it for the time being and see how his endurance is.

On the way back to the hexagonal building, Haoren suddenly found an excuse to go to the toilet. After pretending to be a ghost for a long time, he lingered on the carriage and returned to the hexagonal building. As soon as he sat down, he immediately gave the order: "Puponggua, find a way to give me the details of Cheng Guorong and Edison Chen."

"Yes!" The answer of papaya sounded from the empty fifth floor. After a while, the voice sounded again: "Report!"

Haoren, who has long been used to talking to the air, said helplessly, "Say it!"