The Portal of Wonderland

“With silver, a month is enough, you can come and get the blade.” The big man answered without thinking.

“Then there's Master Loma, here's the deposit.” Shi Lian heard a smile on his face and stroked a drum bag of silver from his waist and threw it directly at him.

This Master Ma can be said to be the only one in the Black Fox Society who knows the identity of his‘ fierce boxing 'besides Feng from Gaoyuan, said to be a distant relative of Gaoyuan, not only mastered the art of iron refining, but also underneath the so-called masters of Toyotomi, who are not inferior to blade forging.

The silver mask that was used in the first place for the real 'Fist of Murder' came from its hands.

Shi Mu was therefore greatly relieved of the silver he had paid in advance.

But then again, his pockets were empty, and it seemed like he needed to find a way to get some more silver.

Speaking of which, half of his earnings for the past six months came from his nicely situated Far Spice Winery, and since he sent his prey directly from the nearby mountains, his business has grown more than ever, offering hundreds of taels of silver a month.

The other half of the income comes from the rewards he received as a killer on several occasions. As for those farm revenues on the outskirts of the city, they can barely sustain the normal expenses of the estate.

Looks like that thing should have started earlier than originally planned.

Fortunately, he had just practiced the Feng Chi knife method two days earlier, and should barely be able to use it.

You know, his body mutation increase ended six months ago. Since then, he has known what it would be like to have been able to do so easily. Over the past six months, he has practiced Fengchi knife practicing almost every day, but he has barely been able to increase the speed of knife production once more.

But this is enough to make him laugh at the average samurai. After all, even if Li Qianhai is using his true temper, he can only do it once and for all.

Ishima thought so, Xu Xu slowly left the blacksmith's shop, took a small half day, went to several other grocery stores in the city, and bought some more things before returning to the city's residence.

As soon as the other side entered the house, his eyes seemed to sweep randomly into the window and he moved.

He walked over a few steps, raised his hand and touched it under a half-open window, and he actually touched a piece of paper.

Shi Mu would be very skilled at expanding the paper, and after a quick glance, he laughed.

“Looks like someone's sending silver to the door again. ”

After saying this, he stuffed the paper in his arms and went straight to bed to sleep.

Until it was late, Ishima woke up in a shaky spirit, took a package out of the bed, and left the house again.

One hour later, in the fairly small famous Temple of Heaven backyard in Fengcheng, the black fox lying on the ground would help the crowd, one mouth made a painful * * sound, the stick sword scattered all around the ground, but no one dared to stand up again, even Feng far away from the two people one mouth with blood, a gray pompous footprint to the ground.

However, the two Black Fox leaders, looking at the young gunman standing in front of them, were full of unspeakable horrors.

Although they had heard the name of each other's genius, they had never expected the strength of each other to reach such a point.

Their two quenchers have grown into martial arts, plus more than a dozen strong men in the courtyard, and they have not been able to support each other for a moment.

“Wang Tianhao, we just received your challenge letter, you called us, it's too much.” Gaoyuan, though in tremendous pain, still couldn't bear to scream.

“Huh, a piece of crap, screaming nothing. I was in a bad mood all of a sudden this afternoon. I just wanted to say hello to you guys sooner. What, you got a problem?” The teenager in white seemed white and clean, but with no expression, he lifted his feet, “bang," he stepped on his high head under his feet and instantly fell into the dirt of the small half.

Highly frightened, trying to struggle desperately, but without any strength, can only curse.

The young man in white listened. He couldn't open his mouth at all because of the severe pain in his face.

Feng next to him, similarly angry, was about to get up desperate, suddenly “chuckled”, a group of black and white clothes juveniles lasered.

The juvenile brow tip was picked, and the long gun in his hand was just swinging forward.

“Boom” sound.

The shadow burst open at the barrel, and countless pieces splattered. The barrel used by the teenager was actually cast from fine iron, while the shadow was a stone with a large bowl of mouth.

The white teenager's arms trembled and his body couldn't help but retreat one step. At the same time, his skull strayed and a crushed stone flew over his cheek, revealing a shallow bloodstain.

“Fierce Fist”

The white teenager, ignoring the blood marks on his face, stared dead at the new black silver face not far away, and his eyes filled with fanaticism.

“Are you the one who challenged me?” Shi Lian looked through the mask at the situation in the courtyard and asked softly.

“You don't know who I am?” The white-coated teenager listened to this and revealed a slight unexpected colour.

“What, should I know who you are?” Ishima looked at the iron gun in the other hand and walked a few steps forward into the courtyard, single-handedly picking and picking an unruly iron knife on the ground into her hand.

“Second Brother, this Wang Tianhao is the first martial artist in Fengcheng and is a disciple of the blood kingdom.” Feng leaves this time with a screaming reminder.

“Fengcheng's number one martial artist! Blood King's house!” Ishima couldn't help but shrink her pupils when she heard that.

“Hey, first samurai title, I didn't self-proclaim. It's all the disobedient people that I've overwhelmed. As for the bloodline royal family, although I am a royal son, I have not yet provoked blood to become a true bloodline warrior.” The white boy said hey hey.

“If you're so famous, why bother with a small gang in our district?” The stone pasture is really a little heavy, I can't help but ask.

“Ha ha, challenging the strong, is that a reason? Now that you're here, I'm naturally too lazy to take care of this crap. Take my shot first!” Wang Tianhao laughed, his figure suddenly moved forward, and he shook his gun with both hands, and came straight at the stone pasture.

Ishima felt nothing but a flower in front of her. Five brightly shaking gunheads appeared in front of her and struck her hard in the chest.

Shi Mu snorted, his arm moved, the iron knife in his hand was just a blur, illusory five black knife shadows directly cut out.

“Pfft." “Pfft.”

Five gunheads broke apart when they came into contact with the shadow, but at this point the cold light flashed and a sixth gun suddenly appeared, as if it were a snake rushing straight to the stone pasture door.

The speed and angle of the attack surprised Shi Mu. It was too late to resist with the iron knife in his hand. He could only suddenly drink a loud noise. The iron knife in his hand still fell directly, and his figure fell backwards. The two arms suddenly turned into a shadow in front of him.

A groan appeared, leaving the white-coated teenager alone.

With his hands in black gloves, Ishimaki stabbed them like two felt heads and stuck them half a foot away in front of him!

However, the boy in white immediately laughed coldly.

If this killer really thinks he can hold a bullet from a pair of hands alone, that would be a mistake.

Without waiting for the stone pasture to turn, the teenager will twist the gun lever in his hand and pull it back hard.

“Buzz” sound.

The barrel made of fine iron suddenly trembled sharply, but the head was caught opposite by Shi Lian's hands, but the tattoo did not move.

The teenager in white sucked in a breath of cold air as he instantly felt a spicy and intense pain in his palm. Needless to say, he obviously tore his palms apart because of his previous strenuous efforts.

At this point, Shi Lian across the street suddenly scored five fingers a hand, one still grabbed the gun's head dead, while the other suddenly grabbed the punch lever and smashed it down.

ka-cha

The long iron casting lever immediately recessed directly from the middle, while a huge force followed the barrel towards the white boy's arm.

“Bad, this pervert! ”

Even though the boy in white knew that the fierce boxing power was great, he never expected to reach the perverted point of folding iron with his bare hands. When he shouted loudly in his mouth, he suddenly stamped the ground with one foot, and hurriedly released the half-cutted barrel and shot it backwards.

“Boom”

The barrel was still being used with great force, smashing hard on the ground, smashing a basin-sized pit, then bouncing back and forth instantly.

Re-standing white teenager witnessed the scene and his face suddenly looked extremely ugly.

“Bang," Shi Lian shouted, which threw the iron gun, which had bent like a giant bow, onto the ground and walked toward each other.

“Stop fighting! You're too strong, I'm out of guys while I'm at it. I don't know now what it's like to have a 10 year drop that several elders in the family often talk about. A guy like you, with all his muscles, doesn't have a ten percent chance of winning, even if I put all the firecrackers out there. But after two or three months, it's hard to say.” The boy in white suddenly waved his hand with a laugh.

“Hit me if you want, stop if you want! There's no such thing as a good thing!” Shi Lian coldly said in a low voice, shaking his shoulder, he had to kick each other with a pair of fists.

“I'll pay! ”

“What did you say?” Ishima almost fell and thought she heard something wrong.

“Lose the money, I have a small bag of golden beans, enough to pay for your medicine. But in the front, I'm not really afraid of your fierce boxing. I just feel like I can't crush you right now. Wouldn't it hurt my first martial artist in Fengcheng if you really fought a sweaty battle and split your victory and defeat?” When the boy in white looked up and said, he raised his hand and threw out a small cloth bag with a big slap.

Shi Lian was a bit stunned to hear.

Such a narcissistic guy, he's really new to it.

At this point, the boy in white suddenly turned around and flew off, stomping along the way, and the whole person floated directly over the wall, two lengths tall, and then heard his fluttering voice from the other side of the wall.

“Haha, fierce boxing, remember, my name is Wang Tianhao, I will defeat your people myself in the future. ”

And then on the other side of the wall, there was no more sound.