A Panda's Martial Arts

In his sight, another paper plane climbed over the hill and glided all the way in his direction.

Immediately afterwards, the white paper airplane was lightly nailed to his throat.

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Panda swears that it never occurred to him to let the paper airplane fly that far.

It's just a try, at first he just wanted to try it, after all the feeling of being targeted is so obvious, it's not his character to come and go——

So he simply touched a piece of paper, folded the paper plane and threw it out, wanting to try to see how useful this thing can be under the influence of airflow.

Just, this kind of thing is not so much an attack as a lottery.Although I can probably figure out how this thing can kill in my heart, the panda has been prepared to draw "Thank you for your patronage" from the very beginning.

"No, such a nonsense thing can't really be done, can it? No way, no way?"

Thinking of this, the first paper airplane soared up in his sight, flying higher and higher.

A bitter cold followed.

Yes, it’s this feeling again, like playing mahjong Tianhu Jiulian Baodeng, like fighting the landlord with four bombs and two kings, ten draws in ten consecutive draws are out of stock, three needles on the big turntable They all turned into the cracks—that was the ultimate unrivaled luck, and it was so good that it could even be sensed by the body.

Just like the last time a tsunami was hit with one punch, strong luck once again patronized him.

Under the effect of another strong luck, the panda finally felt the mysterious touch once again——

It is similar to the feeling of throwing darts. An experienced thrower can fine-tune the trajectory of the dart the moment the dart leaves the palm. Even control the flight trajectory of the entire dart.

The feeling experienced by the panda is more like an enlarged version of this feeling.

Even after a distance of several hundred meters, the panda can still vaguely feel the force on the paper airplane, where it will fly, and how long the force on it will last——

It takes a lot of pages to convert this feeling into detailed data, but it only takes a moment to run in my mind.

Gunshots sounded in the distance. It was a dull sound that even the silencer could not completely suppress. To be able to use such a powerful sniper rifle, the opponent must be a good hand.

But there is an inexplicable kind of self-confidence in the panda's heart.

It's very ordinary, so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary, it's as ordinary as picking a watermelon at a street vegetable market.

But he was sure that the trajectory of this shot would never hit the paper plane that had already started to stall.

After realizing this confidence, the panda felt that something was not right.

"This paper airplane can't really kill people..."

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the connection between him and the paper airplane weakened a lot. His lack of confidence in himself slightly affected his perception processing, but it was this extremely subtle influence that made it difficult for him to continue to feel that feeling. The location of the paper airplane is now.

This forced the panda to fold another one and throw it out.

The plane took off, out into the wind, until it was out of sight for him.

The distance was too far, and the panda couldn't feel the feedback of strength, but even if it didn't go to the location of the snipers, the panda could vaguely feel it.

The second paper airplane was also a success.

It's just that when he tried for the third time, the paper plane couldn't fly that far. No matter how hard he tried to find the feeling, the paper plane would only fly to about [-] meters before stopping——

Although this is already a remarkable achievement for a paper airplane, and the cutting power of the paper airplane within a hundred meters is as sharp as a razor, but the panda is still a bit regretful, after all, he has achieved farther distances .

But this kind of regret is commonplace for him.

After all, this is the case with martial arts. If you can learn [-]% of it on weekdays, then you can use [-]% of it in actual combat. It is often a coincidence that you can use it freely, and it is normal that the plan cannot keep up with the changes.Such an outrageous skill can be used twice in a row, the panda is already content, and he doesn't want to ask for more.

Just because, if he wanted more, the price he had to pay was to let him know what cruelty was.

Wasn't it the time in Tokyo before, even if he swam all the way to India in order to avoid a big accident, he almost pulled his fart in his pants after landing——

You must know that it has been more than two months, and the bad luck is still hanging on him.And now, with two big successes in a row, it can even be said to be a grand slam, what will happen next...he is a bit hard to say.

Thinking of this, he immediately jumped off the roof of the car.

Although I don't know what bad luck I'm going to have, but taking transportation is no longer a good choice——

If he just kept lying on the car like this, he wouldn't be surprised if the bus exploded in the next second.After all, who can say clearly about luck, God knows what kind of bad luck will be waiting for him.

At least he didn't have diarrhea like last time, he would rather fight Godzilla than face green curry again.

However, such things as Godzilla are obviously not encountered by pandas. After all, this kind of thing is expected to be unlucky for him, rather than a reward. You must know that after experiencing new technologies again, he can't wait to find some The opponent showed off his new talents, but unfortunately he never met the attacker again during that sniper kill, which made the panda panic.

It's just that what Panda didn't expect was that it wasn't some killer who came to him this time.

It was half a month later. The panda, who didn't want to take a car, simply chose to walk to Delhi, and when he finally reached the state of Maharashtra in the central part of India, he left behind The bearded Indian found him in the wilderness.

"The incarnation of Shiva!"

When he saw the panda for the first time, the bearded man knelt down on the ground, defenseless.

This also made the panda, who was startled and wanted to attack, lose his reason to fight. After all, the opponent had already shot before he made a move, so why is there any need for him to fight?

But compared to the curry-flavored Indian words in the other party's mouth, the panda is more puzzled about how the other party found him.

This is not right, you must know that in order to avoid the human habitation, the route chosen by the panda has always been the wilderness, and his strong perception ability is enough for him to detect any disturbance——

If it was a densely populated city, he might still be swayed, but in the deserted wilderness, it is impossible for anyone to escape his senses.

The method used by the bearded man is very subtle.

The other party first held his breath and concentrated, restraining his breath as much as possible, and then just lay on the ground waiting like a corpse, without moving or even looking around.

It seemed that it was certain from the beginning that the panda would pass by here.

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"The incarnation of Shiva! Your presence is the guidance of Brahma!"

After seeing the panda, the bearded man was very excited, kneeling and saluting, as if he regarded the panda as a god.

When the panda asked how the other party found him, the bearded Indian insisted that it was the guidance of Brahma, saying that the panda was the incarnation of the god of destruction Shiva who descended to the world, and the god of destruction they revered, and was born to let the earth. Swordsmen.

These aggressive words frightened a panda, but the kneeling bearded man did not show any tendency to attack, which made the panda understand that there is also the worship of the God of Destruction in India, just like the Han people also have Just like people worship Chi You, tyrannical combat power is something that will be worshiped.

"Brahma let us meet today, you are the living god I am looking for!"

The expression of the bearded man was very pious, and his unkempt appearance actually revealed an inexplicable sacredness. Anyone who stood here might have believed the other party's statement.

Even the pandas almost believed it.

However, the difference is that little.

However, Fan Panda is the kind of person who has never seen anything in the market, so he may be bluffed by this set of words. After all, this bearded man speaks with reason and evidence, and it feels good to be revered as a god——

But here lies the problem. Panda has seen some similar religious scenes. He can say responsibly that the more religious people are, the less likely they are to believe in any gods.

The things that are talked about by gods and gods are all told to the outside world, and they are used to fool others into being fooled. Who would believe this by themselves?

Unless, this person really needs a living god on his head to help him do things that can only be done in the name of a god.

Then, an animal with certain power but not necessarily understanding of human society is undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

"Is that so..."

Staring at the ascetic-like beard in front of him, Panda folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.

"I will appear here, when did Brahma tell you?"

"Brahma told me that from the beginning."

The bearded face was full of piety.

"It's my destiny to be here at this time."

The bearded man continued to kneel down, his whole body was defenseless, because he knew very well that even if he resisted, it would be useless - what appeared in front of him was an existence beyond force, which he could not resist at all thing.

But does he need to contend?

From the beginning he didn't need to contend!

"It's a gamble!"

The bearded man muttered silently in his heart.

The moment he opened his mouth, the bearded man was already prepared.Perhaps to ordinary people, this seems to be worshiping the gods, but only he himself knows that this is a gamble that puts his life on the line——

If he wins, he will get a terrifying backer, which will be a much more reliable existence than any gang leader or warlord. As for losing... it's just a life.

In the face of huge benefits at your fingertips, what is it to bet on your life?

As for whether he can convince the panda of his words, Big Beard has full confidence in this, which is a trivial matter for him.

Just like now, first hold the other party up high, and then respectfully invite him back, let alone a mere beast, even humans can't resist it many times-after all, who would refuse the sublime and incarnation of the gods? What about the honorable status?

As long as the other party admits it, everything will be fine.

But Panda had no intention of admitting to such a thing.

"I love tearing down putty!"

Listening to the words of the Indian bearded man, the panda slapped his chest on the spot.

"India does not produce pandas, so why do you say that I am the incarnation of your god of destruction?"

"Of course it's because you have power!"

The bearded man knelt down again and again, his expression becoming more and more humble.

"It has nothing to do with nationality or region. You have the power of a God of Destruction! Then you are the incarnation of God of Destruction on earth!"

"Uh……"

The panda choked.

If it was normal, he would probably just take it as bullshit, but in this situation where he can't even understand what he is practicing...

This kind of thing can't be blamed on him thinking too much, killing people with a paper plane two kilometers away, or hitting a tsunami with one punch, no matter how you look at it, it's too mysterious. In fact, he himself has been a little confused these few days.

If he can reach this level, then in the long history, in the long river of time with a unit of hundreds or even thousands of years, what height and level do those powerful people recorded in various stories have? ?

Every time I think of this, Panda dare not continue to think about it, just because the picture that pops up in his mind is too outrageous.

Thinking of this, the panda's eyes turned back to the bearded man.

Although from the point of view of experience, it is indeed impossible for these people who play religion to really believe in any gods, but also from the point of view of experience, these people who play religion often retain some strange knowledge and wisdom——

Just like Zhu Huaizhong in northern Burma has martial arts materials that can be traced back as far as the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the bearded man in front of him may really know something.