Li Longji also thought Zhou Xiaomo was delaying time, so he couldn't help but feel anxious for him. Although standing up to justice is a good thing and worthy of praise, you can't get around it!

Scarface was sure to win, and said impatiently: "If I can't cut your stick, even if I lose, I will agree to you with any conditions. If you are afraid, it's not too late to admit defeat now. Don't talk too much on the side and make people feel uncomfortable."

Since ancient times, people who watch the fun have been afraid that the fun will not be big enough.

At this time, the diners put down their bowls, chopsticks, and wine glasses, waiting for the good show to be staged. Seeing Zhou Xiaomo being sluggish and talking, they all thought he was delaying the time, so they said, "What are you afraid of when so many people testify?"

The old man selling swords was also worried about Zhou Xiaomo. He knew that Zhou Xiaomo would win if he defeated him. Zhou Xiaomo would continue to suffer if he lost him. He couldn't help but secretly recite Amitabha Buddha, asking all kinds of gods to show their spirits and bless the good people with good rewards.

The little girl hiding behind the old man looked at Zhou Xiaomo with her big clear eyes, full of admiration.

Zhou Xiaomo felt that the preparation was almost done. When everyone looked down on him, it was time for him to start pretending to slap in the face. He shouted: "Waiter, carry a big table. Today, let you have a long experience!"

"Yes, yes! Waiter, carry a big table over and put it in the center of the house."

Everyone agreed in unison and placed the stick on the big table so that everyone could see the process of the knife slashing more clearly.

The waiter walked to a large empty table. As soon as he put away a plate, the guests next to him rushed forward and took away all the bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses on the table in a few seconds. Then several people carried the table together to the center of the house.

This is fast enough, it's all about making me foolish! Zhou Xiaomo picked up two benches and placed them on the table. The stools were about fifty centimeters apart, and said, "Wait a minute, I will put Dugu Qiubai's stick between two stools, so that everyone can see if it's a stick strong or a sharp knife."

The evil man with a beard smiled and said, "What are you trying to do again? There is at least fifteen or sixteen inches between the two stools. Your lonely stick is three or four inches long, not as long as my dick. Can your stick stretch and shrink like my dick?"

"Hahaha......"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Several people even looked at the little girl behind the old man who sold the knife in a lewd manner while laughing.

The thin evil man glanced at the little girl and asked his companion jokingly without any abuse: "You said that the loneliness and victory stick is not as long as your dick. How long can your dick be?"

The bearded man smiled lewdly: "If my dick swells, it will definitely be longer than that stick."

Zhou Xiaomo sneered: "My stick can indeed be stretched and stretched at will. Otherwise, let's compete? If you lose, will you dare to chop it off and feed it to the dog?"

Several bad guys laughed, and so did the diners.

Li Longji's heart moved. Could this stick really stretch and retract?

The evil man in a beard laughed wildly: "If your stick is longer than my dick, I will chop my dick. If your stick is not as long as my dick, you will chop your dick and throw it to feed the dog. Hahahaha..."

Zhou Xiaomo sneered, stepped onto the table, held the black ant and swung the stick behind his body, "Shut!" The three-section stick popped out under the action of the swing force, and was more than 70 centimeters long.

“Wow…”

Everyone screamed in unison.

Zhou Xiaomo put the stick on the two benches, then jumped off the table, walked to Li Longji's table, reached out to pick up a knife, threw it at the feet of the evil man who was bearded, pointed at his crotch with a smirk, and said, "Cut it!"

People in the Tang Dynasty had never seen three nunchakus and two nunchakus before, and never saw a shook that could shrink.

For a moment, everyone was stunned by the magic of the stick-swinging magic. They opened their mouths and watched blankly. They couldn't understand how Zhou Xiaomo opened the stick-swinging. It was not until Zhou Xiaomo threw the knife in front of the bearded man that people woke up from the "bang" sound when the knife hit the ground.

Under the gaze of everyone, the face of the evil man with a beard could no longer be sluggish. A black face was like a purple pig liver under the influence of alcohol, and he stood there at a loss.

What I said just now is too full.

Zhou Xiaomo knew that no one would be unable to get along with his little brother because of face. His face could be redder thousands of times. If he cut it once, it would be shorter. This guy’s little brother would never have the ability to regenerate like leeks.

Zhou Xiaomo looked at Scarface and sneered.

Only then did Scarface realize that this black and inconspicuous stick was definitely not simple, but he still believed in his treasure knife.

Everyone put away all their contempt for Zhou Xiaomo, and from the way he stood on the table and flicked the stick back, he knew that he was definitely a martial artist.

Scar face "pulled" and pulled out the knife, threw the scabbard to a companion to catch it. He held the hilt with both hands, pointed the tip of the knife diagonally on the ground, and walked step by step towards the table with a stick-swinging stick. His face was solemn, and murderous aura flowed out between his eyebrows. The slanted red scar on his face winded on his face like a poisonous snake, which was hideous and terrifying.

It was indeed a treasure sword. Looking at the horizontal sword in Scarface's hand, Zhou Xiaomo couldn't help but feel caring.

The horizontal knife on Scarface is a double-handed knife. The handle is about 30 centimeters long and is wrapped with dense sweat-absorbent cotton ropes. The back of the handle is conical and blunt. After piercing the enemy's armor, you can push the blade into the enemy's body with your palm and push the blade into the enemy's body.

The blade of this knife is narrow, the blade ridge is slightly thick, and the blade is floating towards the tip of the knife with a slightly curve. There is a narrow and thin blood groove on the blade. A faint blue cold light emitted from the blade, captivating the soul. This horizontal knife sways as the sword face moves, and is shining by the sunlight floating in from the window, like a poisonous snake spitting blue letters, shocking people not to breathe heavily.

No matter how powerful the Qigong is, it cannot stop the bullets. No matter how awesome the sword forging skills of the Tang Dynasty and the steel are, they are not as good as the titanium steel developed by modern people. Looking at this Tang Heng sword that embodies the wisdom of ancient people, Zhou Xiaomo couldn't bear to let it be ruined like this and shouted: "Brother, let's be at ease. Even if there is no victory or defeat in today's matter, how can we reconcile?"

Everyone was stunned again, thinking, why is this kid so nagging, mother-in-law and mother are like a woman.

Scarface didn't know that Zhou Xiaomo was sympathetic to the sword. He thought that the other party was scared to ask for reconciliation after seeing him pulling out the sword. He smiled proudly: "If you admit that you lose, I will leave you, the stick."

Zhou Xiaomo sighed secretly and said, "I saw that you are a good knife, and I can't bear to let it be destroyed like this. If you insist on distinguishing the heights, then I have no choice. Let me say it again, my Dugu Qiubai stick can't find a sword that can match it in the entire Tang Dynasty."
Chapter completed!