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Inside the low wall, there is a huge space for shooting wine bottles.

"The game starts ......"

As the referee fell, countless wine bottles flew in the air, and there were also counting girls who specialized in 'doors', each recording the number of wine bottles shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang and Mo Wuji.

"Bang ......"

The two pulled the trigger almost at the same time.

Guns were flying and bullets were flying.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held his breath and condensed, and activated the Shennong True Qi in his body.

The wine bottles flying at high speed suddenly became very slow in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang aimed at the wine bottles one by one, and every bullet hit the wine bottles flawlessly.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Zhang Xiaoqiang has already smashed three wine bottles in a row.

At this time, Mo Wuji also smashed two wine bottles.

Mo Wuji's title of the young gun king, that's not a joke, he is a real gun master.

Smack!

Zhang Xiaoqiang broke two more wine bottles.

Mo Wuji also broke a wine bottle.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaoqiang was ahead of two wine bottles, that is, he turned 100 million first.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Masters, all masters.

Mo Wuji is the young gun king, while Zhang Xiaoqiang is the gun king among the gun kings.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's performance, the enthusiasm of the crowd boiled.

What is called "bull" and "force", what is almighty?

The young master in front of him is a bull ''force', this is the omnipotence.

Bowling, 'shooting' arrows, playing guns, all 'fine', skilled, 'chic, and easy.

Some young 'women', seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's handsome movements, accompanied by Zhang Xiaoqiang's 'shooting' bullet shattering the wine bottle, the snapping sound was like Zhang Xiaoqiang hitting them, making their whole bodies tight, and several young 'women' couldn't help but a hot current gushed out, and they were so ashamed that their faces were red.

Dongfang Wutian's face was mixed with a look of despair.

Seeing that Mo Wuji was even being pressed by Zhang Xiaoqiang with a shot, Dongfang Wutian knew that he was hopeless in compensation today, and he didn't expect to get back the more than 500 million he lost.

In the face of this kind of perversion, there is nothing to lose decently, and there is nothing to do.

Mo Wuji also felt a lot of pressure.

Smack!

Zhang Xiaoqiang smashed two wine bottles with one shot.

", kill two birds with one stone......"

"Handsome, handsome......"

"Blinded my titanium eyes......"

"Brother Xiaoqiang is so handsome, Brother Xiaoqiang, I love you......" Song Qianya clapped her hands.

"So handsome, really handsome......" Bai Ruyan was also fascinated, she was a little more reserved than her cousin, and she didn't shout out that Xiaoqiang was handsome, but her beautiful eyes were completely fixed on Zhang Xiaoqiang.

A man like Zhang Xiaoqiang is the dragon among people and the king.

This kind of king man, any 'female' person will be excited when they see it.

"Bang......" Mo Wuji fired the last bullet and smashed the wine bottle.

Mo Wuji's twenty bullets were finished in this way.

Zhang Xiaoqiang still has three bullets left.

"Bang ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the trigger and fired a bullet.

Smack, smack, smack!

Three bottles shattered.

"Mom, I'm not mistaken, right?"

"Break three bottles with one shot?"

"Oh my God......"

"Bang ......"

Pull the trigger.

The penultimate bullet flew out.

Smack, smack, smack, smack!

"Four, this shot broke four bottles, oh my god......"

"How is it possible, his bullet is like an eye, and it will turn in the air, what kind of marksmanship is this?"

"Peerless marksmanship, what a bullshit boy gun king, that's all braggart......"

"He's got one last bullet, he's not going to break five bottles, is he?"

"Quite possibly......"

"What if he breaks six bottles?"

"Six bottles? This can't be, right?"

"Or let's make a bet!"

"How to bet?"

"I'll bet his last bullet to break six bottles, you bet five, bet a million!"

"Okay, bet on it!"

Everyone speculated about how many wine bottles Zhang Xiaoqiang's last bullet shattered.

Guess the five and six at most, and quite a few people are betting.

"Brother Xiaoqiang, there are only ten seconds left, you shoot quickly......" Song Qianya glanced at the stopwatch on her phone and said anxiously.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the trigger.

The last bullet flew out at once.

This bullet cut an arc in the air, like a meteor catching the moon.

Syllable!

The first bottle shattered.

The bullets continued to move at a rapid pace.

Syllable!

The second bottle shattered.

Syllable!

"The third!"

Syllable!

"The fourth!"

Syllable!

"The fifth, haha, the fifth bottle, I won......" A man who bet on breaking five bottles cheered.

"Don't be too happy, there's a sixth!"

Syllable!

"Hahaha, the sixth, really broke six wine bottles!" The people who broke the six wine bottles clapped their hands and cheered, and the people who broke the five wine bottles all drooped their heads, they lost, they lost.

"Smack!"

At this time, the bullet had not yet fallen, shattering the seventh bottle.

"Damn, isn't it......"

"Mom, my million, it's gone......"

"Hahaha, we broke seven bottles, we didn't lose ......"

The bullet eventually shattered seven bottles.

Neither the bet on breaking five bottles or the one bet on breaking six bottles won, and everyone was happy.

"Pap, pap, ......" The audience burst into warm applause.

These applause are for the gun god Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Oba, handsome......"

"Is the spear god missing a pendant?"

"Gun God, do you want to make an appointment?"

"Brother Xiaoqiang, so handsome, I love you, I love you so much......" Song Qianya jumped in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, holding Zhang Xiaoqiang is gnawing and grabbing, and there is no reserve of a 'girl' child at all.

The other 'women' only envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Young Gun King Mo Wuji, two minutes, twenty bullets, smashing seventeen wine bottles......"

"Zhang Xiaoqiang, two minutes, twenty bullets, broken thirty-two wine bottles......"

The cheongsam 'female' of the statistics reported the data separately.

Hearing the four words of the young gun king, Mo Wuji's face 'revealed' an extremely embarrassed expression.

Now these four words are simply an insult to him.

"Cut, it's still a young gun king, it's so bad, it's embarrassing to call it the gun king, it's really shameless......"

"It's just, it's so shameless......"

Everyone began to ridicule Mo Wuji.

To say that Mo Wuji missed three times with twenty bullets and hit seventeen times, this result is really good, but the opponent he encountered was too perverted.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't make a single mistake, and there were several combos, the best of which was the last consecutive hit of seven wine bottles, this Nima was completely beyond imagination.

Mo Wuji's face was extremely ugly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang said lightly: "If you lose, you should give me 750 million ...... for fifteen bottles of wine."