Those shurikens were either three-pointed, four-pointed, five-pointed, or six-pointed. Shi Qian kept playing with them these days. His hands were already far better than ordinary people. After a few days, he really mastered the shurikens.

Flowers come.

He felt that the shot with his trembling hands did not reach far enough, so he simply used a slingshot to shoot. He also used different angles to shoot different flight paths. Now he can shoot five at a time, either straight or curved, fast or slow, which is really difficult to prevent.

Hard to dodge.

Ichiro Sakabe cried out: "What a trick!" He broke into a cold sweat in his heart: If these shurikens are used against me, I'm afraid I will definitely die!

However, the weird man smiled lowly, and with a fan in his hand, like fluttering a butterfly, with a few pats, he cleared away all the hidden weapons above, below, left, and right without turning around.

, he also blocked the hidden weapon behind his back. Listening to the crisp sound, he could tell that the staff was either iron or copper.

Shi Qian always remembered the four words "real master" mentioned by Cao Cao. He fired his shuriken and then abandoned the slingshot. He felt the lock and sickle in his hand and cut it on the head. He kicked his foot below and the iron weight at the other end of the chain flew sharply.

Go out and hit the opponent directly.

The sickle fell down, but the iron weight below struck him, but it was really unpredictable. Cao Cao's eyes lit up, and he was about to cheer, but he saw the opponent jumped back and landed lightly about ten feet away, and the sickle struck the weight.

Hit and all will be empty.

This is exactly what it is: The sword of the Dharma Eye in the valley is cold, and the lakeside is surrounded by sickles and locks. The dog and the devil meet on a narrow road, and the wind blows and the fusang crosses the sea and the mountains.
Chapter completed!