I'm the best catcher in martial arts

Di Qinglin hasn't been so angry for a long time.

He is a man of deep character, and has always shown his emotions and anger. No matter when and where he is, he can maintain the demeanor of a handsome young man, even if his head is broken and bleeding.

His demeanor was like a snail's shell. Hidden underneath was a deep inferiority complex, an unspeakable emptiness, and a crushing silence.

Therefore, Di Qinglin pursues excitement. Only the excitement between life and death can bring him pleasure.

Only when he is in an absolute state of stimulation can Di Qinglin feel that he is still alive and that he is a human being and not a dry puppet.

Killing is not exciting. Starting from three years ago, killing is not exciting. Using special techniques to disguise killing as an accident is Di Qinglin's real enjoyment.

The perfect crime of genius!

There is both crime and genius. This is the dual pleasure that comes from force and wisdom, just like the delicious food carefully cooked by the royal chef, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

If you can't cover up your traces and just take out a knife and kill him, it will be like eating a plate of stuffed nine-turn large intestine, which will only make you feel sick.

Di Qinglin stopped, flipped his fingers slightly, returned the short knife to his sleeve, and made a gesture of going to the toilet.

Wan Junwu was a little embarrassed because someone discovered that he vomited wine. Di Qinglin smiled and said: "Don't worry, Wan Jun, I will definitely not expose this matter."

"Thank you Lord Dihou."

"Master Wan, whose residence is over there?"

"That's where Feng Nuxia lives. As for the whistle just now, it should have come from Chief Shen."

"Captain Shen is good at blowing the whistle?"

"I heard someone say that the disciples of the Catching God Sect have a special method of communicating through whistles. They can convey all kinds of messages through different whistles."

"Oh, thanks for the advice, please continue."

Di Qinglin turned around and left, the anger in his heart having transferred from Feng Siniang to Shen Lian.

…

"I want information about Shen Lian."

"The young Marquis has not completed his mission yet."

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a rule. The Qinglong Society insists on fair transactions. One thing is for another. Only when the task is completed can the Marquis make the request."

"Ninety-six Holy Lords, you are using your name for nothing. Your Qinglong Society is really good at it. Do you want to die?"

"Young Master, don't be angry. The rules of the Qinglong Society cannot be changed, but I can use my private identity to sell Shen Lian's information. What do you think, Young Master?"

"How much?"

"I don't want money, I want Shen Lian's gun."

"make a deal!"

Di Qinglin happily agreed. Although he had a bit of a collecting habit, he didn't like collecting weapons.

Although Shen Lian's Gu Wen Qiang was a powerful weapon, Di Qinglin didn't care at all. If it weren't for Feng Siniang's presence, he wouldn't be interested in Shen Lian at all.

Di Qinglin walked away slowly, and the moonlight shone on another person's face. This person was none other than the wealthy man in Luoyang, the owner of Peony Villa, Fourth Master Hua.

Shen Lian didn't know that someone was eyeing his gun, and he was happily discussing the magic weapon with Feng Siniang.

In this world of comprehensive martial arts, there are so many magical weapons in the arena that even Tianji Pavilion, the largest intelligence organization, cannot arrange a spectrum of magical weapons.

Too much!

too messy!

Too complicated!

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and hooks, hammers and sticks, whips, maces and hammers, kidnappers and shooting stars, there are eighteen kinds of weapons, each of which is practiced by someone, and each of which has a magic weapon.

Warriors in the martial arts world use swords the most, followed by clubs, followed by spears, and after spears, axes, hammers, whips and soft ropes, and flying star claws.

Feng Siniang smiled and said: "Shen Lian, how many moves have Wuming's marksmanship created? I have been in the world for so many years, and I have never seen anyone more arrogant than You Xiaozi."

Shen Lian said: "People who practice martial arts should be brave and diligent, and move forward courageously. I am just a little more enthusiastic than others. Why should I make such a fuss, senior sister?"

Shen Lian's self-created marksmanship is neither the Song Dynasty Marksmanship nor the fatal marksmanship. Those are all nonsense. The real name is the Wuming Marksmanship.

Why do you say this name is arrogant?

Because Shen Lian once said that all the named marksmanship in the world are half a level lower than the nameless marksmanship.

In other words

——There are three million gunmen in the world, but they must bow their heads when they meet me!

These words were too arrogant and would easily get beaten if spread out, so only people close to him heard about them, and they kept saying "Thirteen Shots to Seduce Souls and Seize Life" to the outside world.

"I won't talk about swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and axes, hooks and forks. I won't talk about swords, guns and swords. Those who use halberds are mostly for military purposes, and those who use axes and axes are mostly for body training. When do you use hooks and forks?"

"Most of the warriors who use forks make a living on the water, that is, harpoons. The Angry Dragon Gang should be experts in using forks. As for the experts in using hooks..."

Feng Siniang immediately asked: "Do you know a master of using hooks? I have seen a certain seductress. His martial arts is not very good, but he has a very bad temper."

Shen Lian said: "In recent decades, the strongest hook user is named Yang Hen. The curved hook in his hand is a magical weapon named - Farewell Hook!"

"Farewell Gou Yanghen? I heard that he is a gangster? Did you catch him?"

"Don't be ridiculous. When Yang Hen lived in seclusion, I had just been a disciple for two years. Why should I arrest him?"

"Parting Hook, that's an interesting name."

"Because no matter what this hook hooks, it will cause separation. If it hooks your hand, your hand will be separated from your wrist. If it hooks your foot, your foot will be separated from your leg..."

"If it hooks my throat, I'm going to leave this world?"

"That's right!"

"What a vicious weapon."

"Want to see it?"

"Do you know where Yang Hen is?"

"Yang Hen has died long ago, but his son has grown up and is a very outstanding man.

——Catch! "

Feng Siniang joked: "Better than you?"

Shen Lian said with some self-deprecation: "If we analyze it from the perspective of devotion to duty, perhaps only the second senior brother can compare with him. The only thing I can compare with him is the ability to work hard."

"Can't Sixth Junior Sister be better than him?"

"Thirteen's mind is more delicate than his, but his martial arts skills are slightly inferior. Thirteen is suitable for making suggestions."

"Where's Senior Brother?"

"Elder brother has been catching Chu Liuxiang recently. If he can catch him, I will admit that he is the most powerful."

Speaking of this, Shen Lian laughed loudly.

Let Tong Lin catch Chu Liuxiang. This is really the best show in the world. It's a pity that I have official duties, otherwise I would have to see how the two of them catch and escape...

"You just said fighting hard, is it possible that Yang Hen's son is very good at fighting hard?"

"To be precise, he will only try his best."

…

Yang Hen's son is named Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng doesn't know martial arts, he doesn't know what it means to show off his skills, and he doesn't know how to use the Soul-Severing Sword Zanpakutō. He only knows how to use all kinds of means to fight.

The four words "Be brave and fearless of death" are very easy to say, especially for young people, who can brag about anything after eating three ounces of yellow soup.

But when it comes to desperate situations, even a murderous gangster will subconsciously feel fear when faced with an opponent attacking like a tiger or wolf.

Fear will slow you down, and when you slow down you will fail.

Yang Zheng was in a small alley.

On the front is the beloved general of the notorious thief Ni Ba Ye.

This man was over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. His face was full of flesh, and he was bare-chested and bald. He had a hideous scar from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, cutting off half of his nose.

His name is Bison and he is good at wielding a mace.

In this small alley, there is no hiding space at all. With a single wave of the mace, Yang Zheng will be smashed into minced meat, which can be directly used to make dumplings.

Behind him is the head of the second escort of the Xiangjiang Escort Bureau. His name is Sun Ruhai, and he is good at using the two-foot short fork.

With a bison in front of him and a wolf behind him, Yang Zheng seemed to have no chance of survival and seemed certain to die.

The bison roared, and the mace hit Yang Zheng's waist. Yang Zheng advanced instead of retreating. He didn't know martial arts, but he knew that retreating would lead to death, and advancing would lead to survival.

Seeing Yang Zheng, who was not afraid of death, the bison was a little surprised. At this moment, Yang Zheng suddenly lowered his body to avoid the mace, and then jumped up quickly like an eel, hitting his head on the bison's belly. superior.

The buffalo was hit with tears and almost vomited out his dinner. Yang Zheng took the opportunity to take out a rope, tied the buffalo with the rope, and gagged his mouth.

Yang Zheng looked at Sun Ruhai coldly: "You are a famous master, I am not, you have a guy on your hands, I don't, you know martial arts, I don't, but I know you don't dare to take action because you have no skills at all! "

"you……"

"You have no idea. You are afraid of me and even more afraid of death!"

Yang Zheng slowly approached Sun Ruhai, his chest less than a foot away from the short fork. Sun Ruhai was trembling, but still didn't dare to take action. He was really scared, scared to death.

"Crack!"

A pair of shackles locked Sun Ruhai's wrists, and Sun Ruhai fell to his knees in despair, with despair on his face.