Pan Yan nodded: "Master, I know I was wrong, but this guy is too bullying!"
¡°I just told him clearly to let them go back to their hometown and not to fight with them.¡±
"But he refused to give up, and the knife in his hand was too cruel! Master, the walking green sinking gun you gave me actually made a mark with one strike from him. This disciple is very distressed."
Wu Zhi slightly stretched out the green sinking gun in Pan Yan's hand. Before Pan Yan handed it to Wu Zhi, he felt the green sinking gun in his hand being pulled away by a strong suction force.
The Green Shen Gun fell into Wu Zhi's hands. He glanced at the marks on the gun barrel that were obviously cut by the blade, and his eyes couldn't help but shine slightly.
Wu Zhi threw the green sinking gun to Pan Yan and said with a smile.
¡°This thing is just a weapon. It¡¯s been chopped with marks, so it can only be said that it¡¯s not hard enough.¡±
"After a while, I will have someone cast a better one for you."
With that said, Wu Zhi stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the bald man.
The other party hesitated for a moment at first, but there was no hint of hostility in Wu Zhi's bright smile, so Wu Zhi helped him up from the ground.
He looked at Wu Zhi steadily and asked, "Are you Wu Zhi?"
"Yes, I don't know what your surname is?"
The bald man smiled bitterly: "I am just a nobody."
Wu Zhi smiled and said: "Everyone in this world is born from their mother's womb, so it is impossible for them to not have names."
The bald man was silent for a while, and then said: "My surname is Ou, and my name is Pingyang."
When he heard the other party¡¯s last name was Ou, Wu Zhi¡¯s eyebrows jumped involuntarily.
Although this surname has many descendants, the bald man in front of him looks burly and strong.
Every muscle on his body is very even, especially his arms.
He looked extraordinarily strong, his muscles were sharp and angular, and they were obviously dark brown, looking like they had been roasted by flames for a long time.
And there are some small scars on his exposed arms, which were injured when molten iron splashed.
Look at the followers behind him who have stood up from the ground. Among these people. Except for one or two men who looked a little wretched, everyone else was very similar to Ou Pingyang.
They are strong, muscular men.
Wu Zhi stretched out his hand to Ou Pingyang and asked with a smile: "Can I borrow the big knife in your hand to take a look?"
Wu Zhi has a good reputation in the world. In addition, he led more than 20,000 people some time ago. He defeated hundreds of thousands of Jin soldiers and defended the millions of people in Tokyo.
This gives Wu Zhi a high prestige among the people.
Although Ou Pingyang has never met Wu Zhi, he can still get some clues from the extraordinary conversation of the person in front of him.
For him, as long as it is Wu Zhi, he will definitely believe it.
So, he handed this particularly exaggerated sword to Wu Zhi with both hands respectfully.
When Wu Zhi reached out and grabbed the big knife and picked it up, Ou Pingyang said subconsciously.
"This knife is very heavy, you'd better use both hands"
Before Ou Pingyang finished speaking, he was surprised to find that Wu Zhi actually picked up the knife in his hand, which weighed more than 260 kilograms, like a child's toy.
Not only Ou Pingyang, but all the strong men behind him were stunned, their eyes widened.
They all know how heavy this sword is, even though strong men like them have been with these swords for a long time.
No one could grab this knife as easily as Wu Zhi.
Wu Zhi slashed the sword in his hand a few times, then shook his head.
"No, although the material of this knife is good, the blade is still too light."
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