Fang Han shook his head, reached out and slashed, and the palm knife collided with the long sword, and everyone exclaimed.

This little Japanese knife is too powerful and can even cut off the iron rod. Fang Han can't stand it even if he practices hard qigong. This is suicide!

The burly young man was overjoyed, and the knife was a little faster, and the light of the knife turned into a phantom.

Amid people's exclamations and worries, Fang Han's palm fell, from hard to soft, and lightly put it on the blade. Then he turned the sword and slashed back.

"Ah!" the burly young man screamed, his left arm broke from his elbow to two, the lower half fell to the ground, and the upper half splattered blood.

Fang Han took a step forward and tapped twice on his shoulder. The gushing blood stopped, as if he had turned off the tap water switch.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this bloody scene. Some lowered their heads and vomited, while others were shining with their eyes and stared at the stage.

Sun Peng smiled and clenched his left fist with a sudden movement. Sun Mingyue's steep eyebrows moved, and he had no choice but to shake his head, picked up his cell phone and dialed the ambulance.

The burly young man had a pale face and fell softly on the ground. Fang Han looked at him indifferently, without any sorrow or joy. The three Japanese young men who rushed to the stage had a gloomy face. One young man picked up the knife on the ground and slashed at Fang Han's back.

Fang Han seemed to have eyes behind him, kicked him away, turned his head and said lightly: "You Japanese samurai can't afford to lose?"

"Okay, let's ask for advice another day!" A handsome young man said in a deep voice, his face was gloomy and his eyes were silly.

Fang Han smiled: "I'll wait!"

"Goodbye!" said the handsome young man coldly.

The ambulance arrived soon, and the doctor put away half of his arm on the ground and could take it back with his current medical skills.

As soon as they left, cheers and cheers suddenly sounded in the martial arts hall, which was very lively.

Sun Boyang stepped forward and held Fang Han's hand and shook it hard.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Uncle Sun, don't say anything politely. I am Brother Sun's good friend. How can I see the little Japanese showing off my might?"

"Oh..., old!" Sun Boyang shook his head and smiled: "Now it is the world of you young people!"

Sun Peng said: "Dad, you can't beat Fang Han if you are old!"

"Shut up!" Sun Boyang snorted: "Aren't you quite capable?"

Sun Peng said: "Who thought the Japanese were so powerful!"

Sun Mingyue said angrily: "Brother, you say less, you are still hurt!"

"Thanks to Fang Han this time." Sun Boyang said: "The little brat finally made a good friend."

Sun Peng laughed twice: "But Fang Han, it's too cruel!"

Fang Han shook his head and looked at Sun Mingyue, and Sun Mingyue said angrily: "Look at what I do?"

"Are they signed a life-and-death case?"

"Of course!" Sun Mingyue snorted: "Don't worry, they can't sue you!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I'm relieved. Where is that knife?"

"Where is this!" A young man ran over and handed a long knife on both hands: "Master, I saw that this knife was very good, so I hid it secretly!"

"Have eyesight!" Sun Boyang smiled and patted his shoulder.

He took the long knife and glanced at it, exclaiming: "Good knife!"

He handed the knife to Fang Han: "Fang Han, this is your spoil!"

Fang Han took it and said, "This knife has killed many people."

"He just wants to kill you!········Damn the Japanese, it's still light to break his arm!" Sun Peng cursed hatefully: "No, I still have to practice martial arts!"

"Did you know there is a world outside?" Sun Boyang snorted: "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, I challenge this and that all day long!"

Sun Peng said helplessly: "I know, dad, I'm injured, I can't listen to the nagging!"

Sun Boyang glared at him fiercely, turned his head and said, "Everyone is gone, everyone is doing their own things!"

"Master, can you let Mr. Fang be our teacher?" asked the young man who had hidden his sword before.

Sun Boyang was stunned: "It's so troublesome, get back!"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head, Sun Peng said, "Dad, please stop this idea as soon as possible. Fang Han is very busy and has no time!"

"Okay, I understand." Sun Boyang became a selves. Judging from Fang Han's reaction, he knew that he was unwilling to do so, so he naturally would not force him.

Fang Han wanted to say goodbye and leave, but Sun Boyang hurriedly tried to keep him, and he wanted to have a meal no matter what.

Fang Han shook his head and said that if there is something really wrong, he should not delay it. He would drink with Brother Sun another day. Sun Boyang had no choice but to let Sun Mingyue give him away.

Sitting on Sun Mingyue's Lu Hu, Fang Han didn't say a word.

Sun Mingyue drove the car and snorted: "Thank you for today's business!"

Fang Han smiled: "You're welcome."

"I thought you would kill people!" Sun Mingyue said: "I believe you can also feel their murderous intent!"

Fang Han said: "I'm not a murderer."

Sun Mingyue glanced at the knife in his hand from the corner of her eyes: "What kind of knife is this?"

The knife has been worn with a sheath and is wrapped in a gray cloth, looking like a stick. I wouldn't have thought it was a Japanese long knife.

Fang Han said: "I don't know, it shouldn't be an ordinary person."

"What are you going to do?"

"Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and give it to my master."

"You're pretty good at it!" Sun Mingyue snorted: "Fang Han, have you ever thought about being a policeman?"

Fang Han raised his eyebrows and Sun Mingyue said, "You have a very accurate intuition, and being a policeman is the most suitable."
Chapter completed!