I'm picking up waste in fairyland

Chapter 655

Facing Fu Sancai's question, Sui Guan calmly said his name.

"Sui Pavilion."

He knew that a person like Fu Sancai who practiced external skills was extremely fierce when his blood was strong, but without the cooperation of internal energy skills, as time went on, he would be plagued by diseases in his later years and die poorly.

What he did was regarded as accepting an anonymous disciple, so he did not stop Fu Sancai from kneeling, and then left Sancai Martial Arts Hall and headed to Dongli Martial Arts Hall.

Inside Dongli Martial Arts Hall.

"Master, please teach me a thing or two today!"

"Yes, Master, I haven't seen you play with a gun for a long time."

"Master's Zhao family's gun pointing may have reached a certain level,"

Zhao Dongli, 1.9 meters tall, his body is as straight as his weapon. Zhao Dongli is best at using a three-section gun. Hearing the shouts of his apprentices, Zhao Dongli proudly put down his teacup.

"Boy Dongli, I haven't seen you for many years, why don't you show me one or two?"

Opposite Zhao Dongli, a skinny old man took a sip of tea, closed his eyes, and was intoxicated by the fragrance of the tea.

Zhao Dongli thought for a while, then nodded slowly: "Alright, since that's the case, let Mr. Li taste it for a while! Someone, come and fetch my gun!"

After a while, two strong disciples carried an iron box and walked to the front of the hall with difficulty. They put down the iron box, and the iron box made a dull sound on the ground.

"boom!"

The old man looked at the box with great interest, and the two apprentices struggled to open the box, and the three-section iron pear wood gun body lay quietly inside.

Zhao Dongli walked up to the box, skillfully assembled the gun, hit the tip of the gun, and when he held the gun in his hand, Zhao Dongli seemed to be a different person.

"Look, Master is playing with a gun!"

The apprentices rushed up and stood outside the hall, looking enviously at the gun in Zhao Dongli's hand. He was played with stars all over the sky for a while, and was stabbed fiercely in the air for a while, making a sharp sound of piercing the air.

"Not bad, not bad, it's a pity that no one is standing there, otherwise, the effect would be more obvious." As soon as the voice sounded, everyone fell silent, looking around for who said those words.

Zhao Dongli withdrew his gun and looked at his disciples with a frown: "How can someone stand there and be poked? This is not a joke. Who said it? Stand up for me."

Zhao Dongli felt ashamed in front of Mr. Li, and was very angry. He insisted on finding out who said this sentence. Not long after, a young man walked out slowly.

Zhao Dongli put his gun on the ground and stared at the young man who came out: "Which hall are you a disciple of? Why don't you wear exercise clothes?"

The young man ignored him, but looked at Mr. Li: "Are you from the Li family? I will visit sooner or later. When the time comes, I will call out all the best fighters in your family."

Zhao Dongli was furious: "Dare to be disrespectful to Mr. Li, are you impatient?"

Sui Guan touched his chin, as if he had just seen Zhao Dongli and his gun. Then, he stretched out his hand behind him: "Give me a gun, and I will teach you. Look at what you are doing now." Also called a gun?”

"Give it to him!" Zhao Dongli decided to teach this kid a profound lesson, but Mr. Li looked at Sui Guan's face in a daze. For some reason, he always felt as if he had seen this face somewhere before.

"Hoo!" A soft gun flew towards Sui Guan. It seems that the person who threw the gun deliberately wanted to embarrass Sui Guan. He didn't look back, just hooked his finger, and the soft gun arrived at Sui Guan's door. hands.

Different from Zhao Dongli's aggressive aura, after Sui Guan got the gun, he flicked it casually twice, as if he was a beginner, even the gesture of holding the gun was wrong.

The corner of Zhao Dongli's mouth twitched, did this kid come here to be funny, but Zhang Dongli didn't talk nonsense, kicked his right foot, and the whole person shot towards Sui Guan like an arrow off the string.

The tip of the gun continued to enlarge in Sui Guan's pupils. With a flick of his right hand, the soft gun wrapped around Zhao Dongli's gun and the hand holding the gun like a snake.

In Zhao Dongli's disbelieving eyes, Sui Guan patted the gun. The soft gun seemed to activate a switch, stopping Zhao Dongli's momentum. When there was no chance of happening, the soft gun took the initiative to let go of Zhao Dongli. Dongli's gun bit Zhao Dongli's vital part like a snake.

Zhao Dongli waved his gun in front of him in embarrassment, and one gun flash after another flashed in front of him, all of which were sparks caused by the collision between the soft gun and Zhao Dongli's gun.

Sparks kept flashing, and Sui Guan's expression was relaxed and comfortable, like a stroll in the garden. On the other hand, Zhao Dongli was not only blocked more and more embarrassed, but also some blood holes appeared on his body from time to time. It was blood, enough for Zhao Dongli to drink a pot.

"Pfft!" Sui Guan stabbed Zhao Dongli's waist again, but this time Zhao Dongli didn't dodge any more. He faced the opponent's gun and tried hard to hit Sui Guan hard with his own iron gun.

"It's ruthless, but it's a pity that it lacks murderous intent." Of course, it was impossible for Sui Guan to switch with Zhao Dongli. At that moment, the tip of the soft gun touched Zhao Dongli's throat.

"Crack!" Sui Guan also took advantage of the situation and pressed Zhao Dongli's iron gun with his foot. Under Sui Guan's face of banter, Zhao Dongli had no choice but to let go of his iron gun.

"Ding dong!"

The iron gun fell to the ground, and Zhao Dongli sighed in disappointment: "I lost, if you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

"You, could it be that..." Mr. Li stood up tremblingly, his old eyes fixed on the gun in Sui Guan's hand.

Sui Guan tilted his head and glanced at the old man. It was clear that no one wanted to hurt the old man, but the old man was startled by this look and broke into a cold sweat.

"That's right, it's the marksmanship. How is Mr. Ruohu from Miao Village?"

Sui Guan rubbed his chin. Although the point of the gun was still against Zhao Dongli's throat, it didn't affect him to comb his hair with his hands: "I didn't expect someone to know the old man's name!"

His pistol skills are all learned from watching Miao Ruohu practice guns every morning when he was in Miao Village. The other party's gun skills are indeed very powerful, and even practitioners like Sui Guan highly praise it.

So I patiently asked Miao Ruohu for some advice, and so far it can be regarded as a little success.

Zhao Dongli felt that his waist was about to break, and he had to maintain this posture. When he heard that Sui Guan seemed to know Mr. Li, he quickly squeezed out a smile: "This, this is the flood that rushed into the Dragon King Temple! , Young Master, cough cough cough, can you move the gun away, so as not to hurt your own people..."

Zhao Dongli couldn't speak anymore, because Sui Guan cast his gaze on himself, that gaze... as if staring at a dead person.

"Who is your own?"

Sui Guan spoke unceremoniously, and gently moved the tip of the gun away from Zhao Dongli's throat. Before Zhao Dongli could breathe a sigh of relief, he patted Zhao Dongli's face and pressed it against his throat again. Zhao Dongli could even feel that the tip of the gun had exerted a little force.

Seeing that Zhao Dongli's throat was bleeding, Mr. Li came back to his senses. Leaning on crutches, he walked to Sui Guan's side with difficulty, and looked at Sui Guan with a slightly lowered posture: "cough, cough, master! , can you look at the old man's face and raise your hand a little bit..."

Hearing this, Sui Guan's eyes suddenly became dazed. After a while, he looked at the person kneeling beside him with interest.

"Yo, remember who I am?" Sui Guan let go of the gun, and Zhao Dongli quickly fell to the ground, as if he had experienced strenuous exercise, his clothes were wet with sweat.

Mr. Li sighed and shook his head: "Why can't I remember it? Although the old man is dim-sighted, the young master's performance at that time was unforgettable."

Sui Guan picked up Zhao Dongli's iron spear with one foot. The iron spear made countless moves in Sui Guan's hands, but Sui Guan was very dissatisfied and thrust the iron spear into the ground.

"Are you a gun that you have been playing with all your life? Let me ask you, is it because the gun you used before was still extremely dexterous, but later you found that the power was not enough, so you started to take advantage of other places, increasing the weight of the gun to increase the power. ?” Sui Guan crossed his arms and looked indifferently at Zhao Dongli who was lying on the ground.

Zhao Dongli's face changed drastically: "You, how do you know..."

Sui Guan reprimanded Zhao Dongli unceremoniously: "Stupid, stupid, stupid pig will choose this method to increase the power of the gun."

Zhao Dongli stopped talking. After all, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If he loses, anything he says is superfluous.

(End of this chapter)