God is Coming

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The old man's foot was hanging in the air, and it didn't matter if he let it go or if he didn't let it go.

A disciple next to him probably had all the muscles in his head, and shouted loudly: "Even if it is replaced with iron, the owner of the gymnasium can crush it with one foot!"

The audience around the wall and roof burst into laughter. It is easy to crush something like iron, but it may be difficult to crush it.

This time, the old man couldn't let go of his feet anymore.

Fortunately, the bald senior brother noticed something was wrong, so he slapped the disciple and reprimanded him: "Master is here, I want you to talk too much!"

The disciple was dizzy from being photographed, and still didn't understand what mistake he had made. Thirty-five centuries later, underreading is still one of the hardest mistakes to recognize.

After all this fuss, the old man's feet finally came down. He looked at Chu Jungui and said calmly: "Young people are so eloquent, I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

Chu Jungui said: "It's a good thing to be able to kill the opponent if you care so much."

The old man laughed back angrily, "So, you plan to kill me too?"

"Get rid of it? There's no need for that, at least not yet." Chu Jungui shook his head.

The blackness on the old man's face became more and more thick, but his tone became calm and breezy, and he said: "The old man has more than enough rice, Mr. Lingjia has a brilliant idea."

The bald head winked, and the smart junior understood it, and said loudly: "Is it a weapon or a fist?"

Chu Jungui was startled: "There are still weapons?"

"Of course! Is there anything in the Heyi Pavilion? Even if it is an unpopular ancient weapon, we are prepared!" The disciple said proudly.

Before Chu Jungui could speak, the disciple shouted, "Bring it out!"

All the muscles responded in unison, and a dozen people entered the warehouse, and then amidst the chant of "Hey! Ha! Hey! Ha!", several large weapon racks were lifted out and placed around the venue.

There are hundreds of weapons of different lengths on the weapon rack, and there are really all kinds of unpopular ones. The test subjects are all stunned, and there are several types that need to be searched in the knowledge base to find out the origin.

Seeing Chu Jungui's dull expression, the disciple couldn't help but raise his voice a little, and said with a sneer, "Choose one!"

Chu Jungui reached out to pick up a heavy axe, weighed it in his hand, and then compared it.

The disciple opened his mouth and said, "This mighty and free gold-plated Xuanhua ax is one of the three masterpieces of ancient weapons, but few people know how to use it, so you..."

Before the word "dare to pick" was uttered, a strange howl suddenly sounded in the air. Chu Jungui swung the axe, and the axe's edge turned into a phantom, passing over the bald head in an instant!

The bald head seemed unaware, but the old man's eyelids twitched.

It wasn't until Chu Jungui held the ax back that the disciple felt a gust of cool wind blowing over his cheeks, and then a few strands of hair fell in front of his eyes. He moved his throat, swallowed his saliva, and couldn't say anything for a moment.

Chu Jungui held the Xuanhua ax upside down and looked at the ax blade carefully. The disciple was curious and came up to him. He followed Chu Jungui's gaze, used his eyesight enough, and finally saw a tiny black spot on the blade of the axe.

The disciple remained calm, the pupil of one eye dilated quietly, and he saw clearly what the little black dot was.

Half a mosquito.

The disciple swallowed his saliva.

He looked at half of the mosquito, then at the bald head, and asked, "Is this... from the brother's head?"

Chu Jungui nodded.

The bald head was at a loss, not knowing what happened.

The disciple looked at Chu Jungui, and asked cautiously, "How long have you been practicing? No matter how you say it, 20, no, 30 years of hard work, right?"

Chu Jungui said sincerely: "Actually, it was the first time I saw it, and I liked it after seeing it. It really is very easy to use."

The disciple said oh, and said in his heart, I believe you are a ghost.

At this time, the woman leaned over and stared at the ax blade, and said, "What are you looking at?"

The disciple was in a hurry and winked at the woman desperately. He moved the weapon out to save the senior sister, and as expected, Chu Jungui took the Xuanhua axe, and naturally let go of the woman's hand.

As a result, Mi Zaitu came over by himself again, which can be said to be a death.

Chu Jungui didn't grab the woman's hand this time, he just looked at the half mosquito on the ax blade and sighed: "It's not easy for this little guy."

In fact, this mosquito has been on the bald head for a long time, but after a long time of hard work, it can't break through the thick layer of oil on the top of the bald head. It sucks it back and forth without even touching the blood vessels, and in the end it was harvested by Chu Jungui with an axe.

That disciple was quick-witted, calm and said: "Why don't you look at other things and let us open our eyes?"

The woman rolled her eyes at the disciple, but said nothing.

Chu Jungui reached out and took off a long spear from the rack, weighed it in his hand, and praised: "This one is also quite pleasing to the eye."

Holding the gun in one hand, he simply thrust forward and shook it, and the tip of the gun suddenly disappeared with a buzzing sound! Immediately afterwards, crackling thunder sounded in the air!

Before the disciple understood what was going on, Chu Jungui had already retracted his gun, feeling very satisfied.

The disciple swallowed again, and said, "Why don't you take a look again?"

The woman didn't make a sound this time. Chu Jungui's shot just now was too fast. I'm afraid he was stabbed right through before he saw it clearly. How should he shoot? The kung fu of any cuisine in the gymnasium doesn't work!

Chu Jungui pondered and chose the dagger.

When the dagger was in his hand, it suddenly seemed to have a spirituality, appearing between different fingers, and even danced a particularly rhythmic dance.

Then Chu Jungui didn't move his whole body, and the dagger jumped up to the top of his head, looking around.

The disciple's voice was a little dry, "Why don't you change it again?"

Chu Jungui drew his sword...

"Why don't you change it again?"

Chu Jungui picked up the knife...

"Why don't you change it again?"

...

Chu Jun returned to his good behavior, and the optimization progress of the sharp weapon fighting components soared all the way, passing 40% in a blink of an eye.

The woman's face was a little pale, and the disciple's throat was already dry. All the onlookers stretched their necks, for fear of missing any details.

Mr. Chu weighed a pair of eight-edged purple gold hammers in his hands. He didn't try this time, so he put them back again.

"Why don't you... um? Why don't you try?" The disciple said smoothly, almost losing his breath.

"This is not easy." Chu Jungui finally realized why it was not easy. The eight-edged purple gold hammer is not a sharp weapon.

The disciple wiped off his cold sweat and said, "Is there anything you fancy?"

Chu Jungui shook his head and said, "I'd better use my own weapon."

"Have you brought a weapon?" The disciple was a little surprised. Chu Jungui was dressed in formal attire, and his clothes were thin, as if he was hiding a weapon.

Chu Jungui nodded: "The inner armor comes with it."

He casually wiped it on his trousers, and pulled out a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing. The blade of this knife is so thin that it is almost transparent, yet it is completely soft.

Chu Jungui pressed on the handle of the knife, and the edge of the knife flashed a flash of light and became straight.

"This knife is good. The force field solidifies the blade, and the single-molecule edge is very easy to use." Chu Jungui warmly introduced, then picked up an eight-edged purple gold hammer, and the molecular knife in his right hand rose and fell, cutting more than a dozen pieces in an instant. A hammer that is so thin that it is almost transparent and can slowly fall in the air.