Zhao Buer looked at Zhou Hao unhappily, picked up the steel gun on the ground, and said, "Little master, dare you do something real like me?"

"Steel spear stabbing the throat?" Zhou Hao hesitated.

"Exactly!" Zhao Buer replied in an angry tone.

"These handles are indeed true, but I played them a few years ago." Zhou Hao laughed.

"Call!" the audience shouted.

This is incredible, this is a bright provocation!

Zhao Buer's expression turned blue with anger, as if he was about to grab Zhou Hao by the collar, and then shouted: "Little brother, you can eat rice but you can't talk nonsense!"

"This old man, let's stop playing tricks, do you have the skills, come out and show it to everyone, and let everyone comment?" Zhou Hao cried.

A crowd of spectators applauded and shouted, telling them to hurry up and show their hands!

Zhao Buer bowed his hands and respected everyone: "Oh, I'm sorry, let everyone wait for a long time, and this will show the big guy the ability to look after the house!"

After finishing speaking, shook the steel gun in his hand, and pierced the pointed end of his sternum to the Tiantu acupuncture point, and then stuck the other end of the steel gun into the crack in the stone on the bridge, and followed the point of luck to make Tiantu. Filled with a breath of real energy, against the tip of the gun.

This steel gun was more than half a foot long, with one head against his upper breastbone and the other against the ground, standing in a triangle.

"Everyone, don't blink when you are optimistic!" Zhao Buer yelled, reminding the audience.

Everyone looked at his posture, they were already nervous for him, and they didn't even dare to yell at him, for fear that the tip of the gun would accidentally pierce his throat!

Zhao Buer also looked at Zhou Hao coldly, as if he was saying: "Boy, I'm optimistic about how your Grandpa Zhao eats with his true ability!"

Zhou Hao was not surprised, so he just watched to see what tricks this black man could play.

"Brother Hao, what is he going to play with you?" Da Qingzi asked Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao sneered and said, "He wants to play with me the style I am best at!"

"Oh? What is it?" Daqingzi hesitated.

Zhou Hao knocked on his chest and said, "The golden body is not bad!"

"Brother Hao is not invaded by fire and water, and invulnerable to swords and guns. That black man is really better than you. He really kicked a hard rock!" Da Qingzi said with bright eyes.

Zhou Hao smiled faintly, but also felt sorry for Zhao Buer.

What's wrong for you to compare with me, but you want to compare this?

You can only be considered unlucky!

I saw that Zhao Bu'er snorted and suddenly pressed forward, and the tip of the steel gun did not pierce his flesh or throat!

As he pushed forward more vigorously, the slamming steel gun was bent!

At this time, all the spectators had already exclaimed, dumbfounded!

Because Zhao Buer’s performance this time is very different from the past, maybe this time he is going to compete with the newcomer, so he is very cruel, fast, accurate and ruthless!

That steel gun, in a blink of an eye, let him bend into a cone shape!

He picked up the steel gun that was too bend to bend, and threw it on the ground, making another "clang".

The audience breathed a sigh of relief, and then they applauded and shouted!

Zhao Buerlian handed over his hands and said to everyone, "Show your ugliness, please show your ugliness, and ask the big guys to be more open, and see if I am good at this, or the little master is superb!"

After hearing his words, everyone cast their expectant eyes on Zhou Hao.