Li Longji's interest is coming.

As a prince, he had never seen or used any good weapons, but he had never seen a stick that could smash a stone without bent, and be chopped by a knife without leaving any trace. If there were such weapons in the world, only ghosts and gods could have them.

The stick-swinging originated in a Western country. It has a total length of 15 inches and 17 inches, mainly for military and police. After several generations of development, it has been light, portable, and hidden and powerful. The outer handle has been improved from the original seven inches to five inches long, and the production materials have also changed from the original fine steel to titanium steel. A two-ton truck has been rolled over from the top and does not deform at all.

After many improvements, the color of the stick has also changed from silver white to charcoal black, without any luster, and looks inconspicuous, just to increase its non-reflective concealment and achieve better suddenness, which is loved by military police and military fans from all over the world.

Dugu Qiubai, this name is too domineering.

Looking at this black stick, only four or five inches long, the diners knew that another good show was about to take the stage after a shock and amusement.

Scarface laughed angrily. The playboy repeatedly humiliated him, which made him lose face in front of everyone.

Until now, the old man selling knives realized that Zhou Xiaomo had been walking around for a few turns and turned out to be trying to take things into his own hands.

The little girl hid behind the old man, and occasionally looked at Zhou Xiaomo with her face on her face. Her eyes, which were full of panic just now, were full of curiosity.

Scar smiled sinisterly: "I want to see what kind of iron rods are in this world that can smash stones without bent and be chopped by a knife without leaving any trace."

Zhou Xiaomo took out a proud face that he deserved to be beaten: "This stick is the first weapon in the world. No matter which sword or any sword, you have to call your ancestors three times when you see it."

As he said that, Zhou Xiaomo raised the black ant stick above his head, curled his lips, and acted in a playboy posture that he was not thrusting. After looking around everyone, he said, "If anyone can cut the marks of my stick with a sword, I will not only pay him a hundred pieces, but also promise him any condition. Of course, if anyone wants to see my stick, it will also have a price. If he loses, he will have to give me two hundred coins and promise me a condition!"

Everyone laughed and laughed, what a bullshit. Oh, if you lose, you will pay 100 yuan, but if you lose, you will pay 200 yuan. This is obviously an unequal competition!

This is obviously just trying to get stuck and people can't do it. Why do anyone carry so many coins with them without any trouble?

When Zhou Xiaomo said this, others were just amused when they heard it, but Scarface couldn't bear to listen anymore because it happened because of him. What the other party said was clearly challenging him. If he didn't fight back, wouldn't it make everyone think he was scared? His ancestral sword cut iron like mud, and his ordinary sword was vulnerable in front of it, and even a heavy gun with a thick wrist was able to kill it.

One hundred yuan coins are not small, Zhou Xiaomo only has more than eighty ones on his body. He took two knives from the old man selling knives, and said carelessly that the coins were not enough to make up the knives, and then put the money and knife on the table in front of Li Longji: "Seeing that this young man looks like a jade face and looks extraordinary, I will ask you to be witnesses with everyone sitting there. If anyone can use a sword to carve a trace on my Dugu Qiubai, these more than eighty coins and two wooden knives will be his."

Zhou Xiaomo's words are too inappropriate. He said a wooden knife on the left and a knife on the right, which means that the knife on the scarred face can only cut off the wooden knife.

Li Longji smiled. Only then did he realize that Zhou Xiaomo had gone around such a big circle just to wrap his scar face in. Seeing that Zhou Xiaomo pretended not to know him, Li Longji thought it was fun to do it or not. He bowed to Zhou Xiaomo: "Since my brother can look at me on the stage, I will reluctantly be a witness with everyone. However, the name of your stick is too domineering, and I am afraid that no one dares to compete with you, wouldn't it be a disappointment?"

When I came into contact with the emperor in the Tang Dynasty, I realized that the emperor was also a mortal. He not only liked women but also liked to join in the fun, but also liked to show off. Zhou Xiaomo smiled knowingly at Li Longji and said, "That's thank you brother. I'm really lucky to know you. If no one dares to compete with me, Dugu Qiubai, it means that those so-called swords and swords are just casually said to bluff people."

Scarface saw that the stick in Zhou Xiaomo's hand was only two inches thick, black and inconspicuous like a fire stick. It was not a good iron to make. He could cut two pieces with just a light wave of the sword. Not only could he show his face in front of others again, but he could also have a hundred coins into the bag, and he could humiliate the playboy and breathe a bird's breath. Therefore, he didn't care what Zhou Xiaomo was talking about. Anyway, it would be fine to cut the stick with one knife.

Scarface's confident face winked at the six companions. The six people hurriedly gathered money, and after searching through the wallet, there were only more than 150 yuan coins.

Scarface thought to himself that if he had no money to withdraw from the bet at this time, he would be afraid by this kid. With this kid's stinky mouth, he didn't know how to ruin himself when he went outside. So he gritted his teeth and reached out to ask for the swords of five companions, and threw them on Li Longji's table with the money: "There is not enough money, the swords are gathered together. Here are exactly one hundred and fifty coins and five swords."

Damn it is so fast to learn it.

Just as Scarface walked over with a purse and five swords, the seven guards' hands put on their respective hilts again, but Li Longji secretly stopped them.

Scarface knew that he could not gain any advantage in words, so he didn't want to say much. He reached out and took off the sword from his waist, pointed at the stick in Zhou Xiaomo's hand and said, "Now, I ask everyone to prove it. If I can't cut this stick, all the money and knife on this table belong to this friend. If I win, then everything on this table belongs to me."

As he said that, Scarface raised the knife with one hand, held the handle with the other hand, and stepped forward, signaling Zhou Xiaomo to put the stick on the stool.

"Slow down!" Zhou Xiaomo held the stick, "We've agreed. If your knife can't cut my Dugu Qiubai stick, you will lose. The money on this table is mine, and you have to agree to my request unconditionally."

Everyone said secretly, this kid is so verbose, how many times will he say in a sentence? Just a stick that is not as good as a fire stick, let alone the sick knife of Scarface, you can cut your stick into two pieces if you just find a kitchen knife.

A companion of Scarface shouted: "You have so much nonsense. Are you too much talk? Now you are scared and talk nonsense. You can't just delay time by saying endlessly!"

"Yes, yes, if you are afraid, you'll say it earlier. Why are you still yelling about Dugu Qiu's defeated stick? It's probably Dugu Qiu's victory stick!"
Chapter completed!