"Bang!"

The middle-aged man's head exploded, like a ripe watermelon, and then fell on the hard ground, shattered, red and white, splashed everywhere, and was in a mess.

"……ah!"

Seeing the consequences of the middle-aged people, many people were frightened and frightened again.

In particular, some people, in panic, raised their guns one after another and instinctively pointed at Qi Xiang.

Seeing this, Qi Xiang's brow moved slightly, and the long needle swimming in the air suddenly moved agilely. The tail of the needle was swung like an arrow, flying through the air.

In an instant, the sound of bangs rose and fell, and some people were shocked to find that the weapons in their hands were inexplicably damaged, either falling apart or breaking the trigger and could no longer be used.

Even a blowout situation occurred, which made many people frightened...

"Who else?"

After a moment, the long needle returned and automatically clamped Qi Xiang's clothes. He looked around and asked calmly: "Now, I'm leaving, is anyone going to stop me?"

Wherever his eyes went, a person bowed his head one after another and avoided his sight in panic.

Terrible, terrible...

Many people are still in shock, and their instinctive feelings are scared and fearful to the extreme, how dare they stop them?

"very good!"

Qi Xiang nodded with satisfaction and then left. His steps seemed very slow, but everyone felt that he could no longer see him when he saw him.

At the same time, on the side of the palace, the window lattices of the two walls suddenly broke open, and two figures shot out respectively.

With a whoosh, two figures rose and fell. They also flew past the encirclement of a group of people and disappeared at the end in a blink of an eye. However, one of them seemed a little unhappy and waved his hand and threw his sword out.

A flash of sword light flashed, and the sharp sword cut it hard on some gunmen. After leaving blood marks, it turned around slowly and flew away in the air.

“Ahhhh…”

A series of screams woke everyone up.

The attention shifted, and the shocked emotions slowly subsided. Then a group of safe and sound people looked at each other, at a loss. They were still a little confused and could not accept what had just happened...

A gun, dozens of guns were shot around one person, but they couldn't hit it.

It's not that it's not hit. It should be that the bullets fired are useless at all.

Even if it is a simulated gun, its power is at a close distance, even a few centimeters thick steel plate can be crisscrossed with holes, not to mention that the flesh and blood of a human body can definitely be made into a sieve and crushed to pieces.

However, the scene just now completely overturned everyone's imagination.

It turns out that there are really people in this world who are not afraid of guns.

No, he is not even afraid of guns. Is he still a human?

Many people are confused and feel mixed emotions, not sure what it feels like.

Of course, they actually overestimated Qi Xiang, just imitation guns, with much less lethality than real guns. If they were replaced with real guns, Qi Xiang would probably not dare to be too arrogant.

In addition, the power of real guns is also divided into levels. If it is replaced with a shotgun, a machine gun or something, he will never dare to show off. Instead, he chooses to kill the gunman as soon as possible before the gunman pulls the trigger.

Otherwise, it would be covered by a firepower net of 100 machine guns. With Qi Xiang's current strength, it would probably be able to last for two or three minutes, and then it would definitely be beaten into meat scraps.

That's why I said that this is the Dharma-Ending Age, where humanity is prosperous and technology dominates the world.

However, the people present would not think so far. They would only remember that there was a person who could catch bullets with empty hands and leave calmly under the siege of one hundred guns.

Such a situation is enough to shatter many people's views and feel uneasy.

After all, if you offend such an expert, the consequences are... unbelievable.

"...my brother is actually... a god?"

On the side, Guanzhao lay on the ground, looking disbelief, showing a look of surprise and joy.

"A god..."

Guan Zhao suddenly jumped up and ran out in a hurry. He was so excited that he was filled with blood. There was a fire in his heart. He didn't care about any danger. He pushed away several gunmen and rushed away at a speed of 100 meters.

In his mind, Qi Xiang's image is equated with the legendary immortal.

After all, he has seen martial arts masters and so on.

However, there are no martial arts masters who are not afraid of real guns and ammunition. Just now, Jun Bufu and Mu Qingshan are examples. They also have to kneel in front of the gun...

However, Qi Xiang was different. She faced the bullets and was unharmed. Such skills were magical and very similar to the legendary magical powers of immortals.

When I thought of a master who was similar to an immortal, he knew him.

I can't hold back my care, it must be a pursuit...

However, after chasing out the door, he found that the streets outside were empty and there was no trace of Qi Xiang.

“…By the way, villa.”

After a moment, he patted his head and quickly called a taxi to pick him up. However, his guess was correct. At this time, Qi Xiang had indeed returned to the villa.

It was not only Qi Xiang himself, but also two tails behind him.

Back in the villa, he returned to the living room, boiled water and made tea.

While boiling water, Qi Xiang had some leisure time and carefully unfolded the scroll. He took it back with no money without paying the money.

This is compensation. As for the situation just now, he did not demolish the Supreme Club and only took away this painting. It is also considered his magnanimity, kind-hearted and very kind.

The scroll unfolds, Qi Xiang stares at and observes carefully.

The painting is a master. Even if it is just a simple portrait of a character, it still has a bit of artistic conception. It fully expresses the character's chic demeanor.

As for whether it is a self-portrait, it remains to be studied...

"Gululu!"

Qi Xiang saw it for a while. The boiling water boiled, and he rolled up the painting and focused on making tea.

In a moment, the tea is ready.

No more or less, exactly three cups.

Qi Xiang raised one of the cups of tea, took a sip, and then said, "The person who comes is a guest, don't hide. Come in and drink tea!"

In a moment, two figures flashed into the hall from different directions.

Perhaps they all knew that hiding traces in front of experts like Qi Xiang was just a joke.

In addition, they themselves have no intention of hiding.

So, the two of them appeared quickly, but they were a little nervous. After all, as monks, they knew more clearly what kind of existence the person who could play with bullets like popcorn.

"sit!"

Qi Xiang waved his hand and continued to drink tea, which was a bit idle.

The two of them took it as instructions. Without any hesitation, they hurriedly sat down from left to right.

In front of Qi Xiang, although the two did not show hatred, they were strangers in their actual actions, as if they were two parallel lines. They could only confront each other and would not have any contact.

Qi Xiang was a little curious about this: "Do you have a grudge?"

Jun Bufu shook his head, but Mu Qingshan nodded and gritted his teeth.

"Understood……"

Qi Xiang thought something, turned to look at Mu Qingshan and said strangely: "At this time, shouldn't you be in Yunnan and Guizhou?"

"ah?"

Mu Qingshan was suddenly surprised: "How did you know... I was in Yunnan and Guizhou before."

"Because... I just came from there, not long after I came back."

Qi Xiang chuckled and took off her hat.

Without the cover of the hat, Mu Qingshan took a look and his heart contracted, subconsciously bounced up, and he was about to run away.

"stop……"

Qi Xiang shouted lightly, and Mu Qingshan stopped.

He kept not being able to do it because he suddenly discovered that in the direction of the door, there was a slender flying needle, which was flowing in the air, flashing with sharp light.

"Bianbing...soul!"

Mu Qingshan is also aware of his skills. He can understand the details of the flying needle at first glance. Then he becomes clearer that under the obstruction of the flying needle, he will definitely need time to get rid of it.

The problem is that it was enough for him to get rid of the flying needles to come and slapp him to death. He really had no confidence in someone like Qi Xiang who could even break the fire talisman killer weapon and could escape.

"It's over, I'm so stupid, a pig." Mu Qingshan couldn't help knocking his head. This was the real paradise. There was a way out, but he didn't go, but he rushed to hell.

Qi Xiang said with great interest: "How come you see it is me, you seem unhappy."

"No, nothing."

Mu Qingshan denied it, slowly turned around, barely squeezed out his smile and said, "Senior, I didn't expect that the one who saved me today was you."

"Just understand." Qi Xiang nodded and said, "How do you plan to repay the kindness of life-saving?"
To be continued...