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    875 God of Hidden Weapons Qin Kai waved his hand immediately, and dozens of steel nails were scattered all over the sky. The speed was so fast that Jiang Fan couldn't even see the steel nails, poof!  A steel nail was shot right next to him and sank into the soil.  Seeing that there was no movement, Qin Kai, the ghost hand, immediately got into the car, started the car, and with a squeak, the car shot out like a cheetah and quickly disappeared.  "Holy crap! This ghost-hand Qin Kai's hidden weapon is so overbearing, I can't even dodge it!" Jiang Fan exclaimed. He could only avoid the ghost-hand Qin Kai's hidden weapon attack by using the clone escape technique.  "Yes, I haven't seen him for three years. Not only has he become so good at concealed weapons, but he has also learned Taoism. He is really like a tiger!" Huang Fu also sighed. It would not be easy for the three of them to join forces to kill Qin Kai, the ghost hand.  "Idiot, you go follow Ghost Hand Qin Kai, follow him all the way to Tiankui Sect headquarters and then come back. Remember not to be discovered by him!" Jiang Fan ordered.  "Master, don't worry. I keep my distance from him and follow him underground. He will never find out!" Najia Earth Corpse immediately got into the ground and followed Ghost Hand Qin Kai.  After Najia Tu's corpse left, Jiang Fan stood there blankly, staring into the distance in a daze, "Brother Fan, what's wrong with you?" Huang Fu said in surprise.  "Xiao Fu, from whom did Qin Kai, the ghostly hand, learn the hidden weapon?" Jiang Fan asked.  "Oh, Ghost Hand Qin Kai's master is Gan Jing, who is known as the God of Hidden Weapons!" Huang Fu's eyes showed admiration.  "Gan Jing, the God of Hidden Weapons?" Jiang Fan has never heard of this person because he has never been in the martial arts world, so of course he doesn't know Gan Jing, the God of Hidden Weapons.  "Brother Fan, Gan Jing, the god of hidden weapons, is a legendary figure. His hidden weapons are always perfect. Qin Kai's hidden weapon skills are only one-tenth of his!" Huang Fudao.  "What, Gan Jing is so powerful!" Jiang Fan said in shock. He had seen Ghost Hand Qin Kai's hidden weapon skills with his own eyes, and they were not even one-tenth of Gan Jing's. Gan Jing's hidden weapon skills were really unimaginable!  "Yes, I once saw the God of Hidden Weapons perform once. It was really amazing!" Huang Fu sighed.  "Oh, what did he perform?" Jiang Fan asked.  "Three years ago, our comrades from the special forces followed instructor Qin Kai of Ghost Hands to visit his master, the god of hidden weapons, Gan Jing. We repeatedly begged him, and he showed his skills for us. At that time, he then picked up a leaf from the ground and casually  With a flick, the leaves rotated in the air, guess what?" Huang Fudao.  "What's wrong?" Jiang Fan asked confused.  "After the leaves turned, more than ten flies immediately fell down. The most amazing thing is that the right wings of those flies were all cut off! Do you think it's amazing?" Huang Fu seemed to go back to three years ago, and that scene still lingered in his memory.  Xin, that's how he learned hidden weapons from Qin Kai, the ghost hand.  Jiang Fan was stunned. This was amazing. He shot down the wings of more than ten flies with just one leaf, and all of them had their right wings broken off. This was so precise. There are also weak leaves that can cut off the wings of flies. This  The power and speed are incredible!  "Xiao Fu, do you still remember where Gan Jing, the god of hidden weapons, lives?" Jiang Fan suddenly made a decision in his heart. He was going to pay a visit to this magical old man.  "Remember, Gan Jing, the god of hidden weapons, lives on Brahma Mountain, forty miles southeast of Donghai City." Huang Fu nodded.  "Xiao Fu, please take me to see him. I want to ask him for advice on hidden weapons!" Jiang Fan said.  "Brother Fan, do you want to learn hidden weapons to deal with the ghost-hand Qin Kai?" Huang Fu said.  "Well, that's just one aspect. What's more important is that I'm fascinated by the art of concealed weapons. If I learn the magic of concealed weapons and combine it with spells, I'll be even more powerful!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.  "Well, if you want to deal with Qin Kai's hidden weapons, learning hidden weapons from his master is one way to deal with him, but I'm afraid you won't have enough time, and Gan Jing has a weird temper, I'm afraid he won't teach you!" Huang Fudao.  Jiang Fan smiled and said: "The secret of concealed weapons lies in understanding, not time! As long as you have confidence and sincerely ask for advice, I don't believe that Gan Jing will not teach you the secret of concealed weapons!" "Well, Brother Fan, since you are so confident, I will take you there.  Meet Gan Jing, the God of Hidden Weapons!" Huang Fu said with a smile.  The two returned to Donghai People's Hospital. Jiang Fan and Huang Fu drove the racing car towards the southeast.  About half an hour later, the dragon racing car stopped in front of a high mountain, "Brother Fan, this is Brahma Mountain! Although the mountain is not very high, it is very steep! Gan Jing, the god of hidden weapons, lives on the top of the mountain." Huang Fudao.  Jiang Fan looked up at Mount Brahma. Although Mount Brahma is only over a thousand meters above sea level, the mountain is steep and climbing is not easy.  For Jiang Fan and Huang Fu, climbing the mountain was a piece of cake. It took them less than an hour to reach the top.  Scenery from Brahma PeakIt's beautiful. From the top of the mountain, you can see the villages in the distance and the crops in the farmland. Everything is unobstructed.  Huang Fu pointed to the small wooden house not far away and said: "Brother Fan, that is the house of Gan Jing, the god of hidden weapons. He lives there." The small wooden house is not big and looks very lonely among the trees. Jiang Fan and Huang Fu  Arrive in front of the cabin.  The door of the cabin was closed, and flowers and plants were planted in the yard in front of the door. It was already late autumn, the vegetation was shabby, the flowers and grass were dry, and the courtyard was desolate.  "Brother Fan, Mr. Gan is out!" Huang Fu said.  "Well, let's go around the neighborhood, maybe we can meet him!" Jiang Fan said.  The two of them were walking along the path on the top of the mountain. It was afternoon, the sun was shining in the woods, and the woods were making sounds of birds from time to time.  Jiang Fan and Huang Fu walked deeper and deeper along the path, and suddenly there was a howling sound, "It's the sound of wild boars! There seem to be several of them!" Huang Fu said in surprise.  "Come on, let's go take a look!" Jiang Fan immediately ran quickly in the direction of the wild boar's howling, with Huang Fu following closely behind him.  Through the woods, there is a hillside in front. At the bottom of the hillside are five huge wild boars surrounding an old man with white hair, his eyes are like lightning and his face is rosy.  The eyes of the five wild boars were red, and they opened their big mouths, revealing their sharp tusks.  The old man held a few leaves in his hand, with no fear on his face, "Beasts, you are asking for your own death. If you don't leave, I won't be polite!" the old man shouted softly.  At this time, Huang Fu also saw the old man, "Brother Fan, that man is Gan Jing, the god of hidden weapons!" Although he hadn't seen Gan Jing for three years, Huang Fu recognized him at a glance, because Gan Jing and San  Nothing changed a year ago.  "Oh, I know!" Jiang Fan nodded. He wanted to see how Gan Jing, known as the God of Hidden Weapons, killed the five fat wild boars with the leaves in his hands.  To be honest, Jiang Fan could not kill the five fat wild boars with the leaves alone. How could the soft leaves penetrate the rough skin and thick flesh of the wild boars?  Jiang Fan really can't do this.  Message to readers: The second update is here!
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