Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

"Master, be careful!"

Liao Chong has rich experience and is extremely sensitive to the unique sound of the hidden weapon breaking through the air.

As soon as this warning blurted out, he turned around instantly, his movements as fast as the wind.

As he turned around, one hand quickly took out a special iron umbrella from his waist.

This umbrella is called the "Black Iron Umbrella". Its surface is black and matte, as if it can swallow up the surrounding light.

The umbrella ribs are forged from a rare black iron mixed with several other precious metals, making them strong and light.

Liao Chong opened the iron umbrella in an instant, forming a solid defense.

The moment the iron umbrella opened, it met the flying darts.

The two collided, making a slight "crack" sound.

But unexpectedly, the dart was not deflected or blocked. Instead, after a moment of stalemate, it penetrated the iron umbrella.

Liao Chong's eyes were filled with astonishment.

This iron umbrella was once a defensive weapon that he was proud of, and it had saved him from fire and water many times in danger.

However, today, the dart penetrated it so easily.

Peng Hao was also startled by this sudden change, but he quickly reacted and dodged quickly.

Still, he felt a cold breeze brushing against his cheek.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and only the sharp sound of the dart cutting through the air echoed in the ears.

"besides!"

Someone screamed in surprise.

Everyone saw that the dart turned back unexpectedly after crossing an arc like a meteor, and aimed at Peng Hao again with lightning speed.

Liao Chong's eyes widened, and he was extremely shocked.

The art of controlling objects is a unique skill of a strong master. How could Jiang Xiaochuan master it?

Although he was full of doubts, this was not the time to delve deeper.

Peng Hao's identity is no small matter. He is the heir of a second-tier family in Beijing, and the power behind him is greater than that of a first-tier family in Beijing.

If Peng Hao makes a mistake here, the consequences will be disastrous.

I have to say that Liao Chong is indeed not in vain.

Just when the dart was about to touch Peng Hao, his figure flashed and stood in front of Peng Hao at an almost impossible speed.

At the same time, with a slight movement of his fingers, a black ring flew out like an arrow from a string.

This ring looks ordinary, but in fact it hides a murderous intention. It is a hidden weapon carefully crafted from meteorite iron from thousands of years ago.

The rings and darts collided violently in the air, making a harsh metallic collision sound.

This time the dart encountered unprecedented resistance, changed its trajectory after the collision, and finally flew back to Jiang Xiaochuan's hands.

At the same time, the ring returned steadily to his hand under Liao Chong's control.

Liao Chong took a closer look and saw a gap suddenly appeared on the ring. He felt his throat was dry and stared at the gap in disbelief.

What kind of material was this dart made of that could leave such deep marks on his ring?

At this moment, everyone on the field was extremely shocked.

They witnessed the thrill of just a few breaths.

Jiang Xiaochuan's outstanding performance completely subverted their expectations.

Even Liao Chong, who was famous for using hidden weapons, seemed to be unable to take any advantage in front of this mysterious young man.

In the uproar, people began to whisper and speculate about who Jiang Xiaochuan was.

Jiang Xiaochuan held the dart in his hand, and he could feel the coldness coming from the palm of his hand.

This feeling was like a clear spring in the mountains, slowly flowing through his fingertips.

Under the comfort of this coolness, Jiang Xiaochuan's turbulent heart calmed down, and his original anger receded like a tide.

He stared down at the dart in his hand, the cold light of the metal flashing in his eyes, bringing a hint of surprise.

He knew very well that he had just controlled the dart according to the mysterious pointer method.

That familiar feeling was as easy as handling a silver needle.

But the difference is that this time the distance is far beyond his usual practice range.

He knew his own strength. At such a distance, no matter how skilled he was, it would not be enough to make the dart turn back so easily.

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes and tried to recall that indescribable mysterious feeling.

At that moment, he seemed to have established a mysterious connection with the darts.

His thoughts seemed to be able to transcend invisible constraints and directly guide the dart.

There was a slight movement in his heart, and the darts followed him like a shadow. His thoughts changed slightly, and the darts came back in response.

It felt like Shudart had recognized him as his master and was connected to his soul.

Suddenly, he recalled the moment when he cut his palm, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

However, before this idea was fully formed, he was interrupted by Peng Hao's roar.

"Asshole, you actually assassinated me!!"

Peng Hao's face was livid, and his eyes were burning with anger.

He suddenly turned to Liao Chong, his voice full of cruelty: "Uncle Liao, don't let him leave alive, I will peel off his skin and cramp him!"