More than a dozen people were very sad and angry, but they did not dare to charge forward randomly.
Murong Sanqian reminded Yamamoto: "Mr. Yamamoto, Ye Fan is at the end of his strength, and now he is strong and just pretending to be strong."
He believed that after Miyamoto's battle, Ye Fan had no strength anymore.
Yamamotojiro raised his chin, his eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Ye Fan, for the sake of Miss Lu and the others, you kneel down and surrender, and let me take you back to the Yang Kingdom for trial. I won't kill you today."
"Otherwise, you will definitely not be able to get out of Wutong Mountain."
He was going to take Ye Fan down, but suddenly he thought of taking responsibility for Miyamoto's death, so Yamamoto had another plan in his mind.
He brought Ye Fan back to Yang Kingdom and forced him to publicly admit his conspiracy to plot against Miyamoto. In this way, Miyamoto's death in battle was not a shame for Yang Kingdom, but rather a disgusting thing in China.
"Ye Fan, why don't you surrender?"
Murong Sanqian echoed: "Mr. Yamamoto was angry and the consequences were very serious."
Lu Qing and the others looked at Ye Fan coldly, waiting for Ye Fan to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Ye Fan, if you don't surrender, do you still have to fight me?"
Yamamotojiro shouted: "Although your strange body technique surprised me, you are now injured and you are no match for us at all."
Ye Fan stared at Yamamoto Lang Yixia and smiled: "I admit that I was injured, but it is still more than enough to deal with you."
He also made a gesture to tell Dugu Shang not to come up and he could still deal with it.
"childish!"
Seeing Ye Fan's confidence, Yamamoto's voice sank and made another gesture.
As soon as this gesture came out, the surrounding forests instantly rang out.
Dozens of trees trembled continuously, and then eighteen shadows appeared around.
They were wearing black clothes and masks, and they were from far and near like bats. They moved very quickly and cooperated with each other. They were well-trained at first glance.
In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the most edge of trees.
One by one, they hung on the branches, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.
They also held blackened samurai swords in their hands.
Grim and terrifying.
"Ninja?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you are determined to die today, otherwise how could you even bring ninjas here?"
Lu Qing and the others were shocked when they heard this. They were very surprised that Yamamotoro invited a ninja, and then he became more determined that Ye Fan was going to be finished.
Ninjas can also have strange body techniques. Ye Fan can't resist so many people attacking each other.
"If you want to survive, just kneel down to me."
Yamamotoji shouted at Ye Fan again: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Who gave you the courage to say this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scolding sounded in the air, and then a white shadow flashed through everyone's vision.
The next second, a middle-aged man in white fell to the ground and happened to stand beside Ye Fan, just like a god descending to earth to make people squint their eyes.
He carried his hands on his back and glanced at the audience indifferently: "Broke one hand and get out of here."
Nine thousand years old.
"Nine thousand years old?"
Seeing the man in white appearing without warning, Murong Sanqian, who had been waiting for the fisherman's benefits, immediately stood up in a hurry to say hello.
More than a dozen Wu League children also tense up and came forward with a nervous look on their faces, saying hello: "I have seen Jiu Qiansui."
Jiu Qiansui didn't even look at them, but just reached out to wipe away a trace of blood from Ye Fan's face.
Lu Qing also changed his pretty face slightly and squeezed out his smile: "Nine Thousand Years Old, long time no see, why are you here in person?"
Ye Fan relaxed and breathed a long breath, but said nothing.
Yamamotojiro and the others were full of vigilance and looked at Nine Thousand Years with sharp eyes.
Many people in Yang have heard of the name of Jiu Qiansui and his power, but few people have seen real people or his abilities.
It was the first time that Yamamotoro met, so even though he knew that Jiu Qiansheng was extraordinary, he still raised his neck when he saw his thin and weak appearance: "Broken hand?"
He snorted: "I don't have this kind of hobby."
Jiu Qiansui said lightly: "Two hands!"
"Nine Thousand Years later, I know your name and your status, but we are not easy to bully."
Seeing the other party being aggressive, Yamamotojiro was angry on the spot: "If you know the tact today and take the initiative to hand over Ye Fan to us, we will continue to call you Jiu Qiansheng in the future."
"If you want to meddle in other people's business, don't blame us for not giving you face."
He had dozens of people in his hand and was full of momentum.
Jiu Qiansui smiled: "Give me face?"
"Boom!"
Jiu Qiansui suddenly stepped out, and a violent aura erupted from his side.
The ground within a radius of more than ten meters was all broken.
Flying sand and stones.
Countless people squinted their eyes.
Then, with a click, more than a dozen trees around him also broke.
Eighteen ninjas fell like birds shot down.
After they fell to the ground, none of them got up, and all of them were shot out of gravel and a blood hole was shot out.
At the same time, Yamamotojiro and his team became weak and they knelt down with a plop.
It’s not that they want to kneel down, but that the nine thousand-year-old’s aura is too strong, and they can’t bear it at all.
Powerful, too powerful.
Yamamoto's face turned pale in an instant, and his back was sweating coldly.
This scene not only made Murong Sanqian and the others thirsty, but Lu Qing and several other women also covered their mouths tightly to prevent themselves from screaming.
Their eyes all showed an incredible look.
Yamamotoro is also a peak expert in Xuan Realm.
Now he is kneeling in front of Jiu Qiansui without control, without the majesty and dignity that a generation of masters should have! Jiu Qiansui is so strong?
When I saw Lu Qing, who was nine thousand years old, my pretty face was closed for the first time.
Not to mention the bodyguards or warriors around her, even the people in the mountain gate she knew, it would be difficult for them to reach the strength of nine thousand years old.
Ye Fan's scalp was also numb. He tried to overestimate Nine Thousand Years, but found that he was still underestimated.
It seems that when the Zhonghai Martial Arts School was participating in the competition, Jiu Qiansui had left a lot of spare energy.
Jiu Qiansui looked at Yamamotojiro with his hands on his back: "Tell me, how do you give me face?"
"Yes, sorry, Nine Thousand Years."
Yamamoto said with difficulty: "I offended you, please forgive me, let's get out of here."
Originally, he thought he might not be the match of nine thousand years old, but the gap was not so big.
It was not until this moment that he truly realized that the gap between himself and nine thousand years old was a gap that he could never cross in his entire life.
"It's late."
Jiu Qiansui snorted coldly, then stepped on his left foot.
A knife shattered and flew one after another.
"Ah--" More than a dozen kids from Miyamoto died instantly! A chill rose from the chests of Lu Qing and the others. They had seen killing people, but the nine thousand-year-old method was so chilling.
It's too casual and too cold, as if I've killed a few ants.
Yamamoto's eyelids twitched. At this moment, he knew that it would be difficult for him to have a good end today.
He subconsciously looked at Lu Qing.
Lu Qing's breathing became rapid, but in the end she still gritted her teeth and stepped forward. After all, she often talked to Yang Guowu: "Nine Thousand Sui, with a lace of water, it's enough to stop..." "Bang--" Jiu Qiansui slapped him:
"Have you spoke?"
Lu Qing fell seven or eight meters and his face was swollen. He was very angry and aggrieved, but he did not scream.
Murong Sanqian, who was originally going to come forward to advise, immediately shut up.
Jiu Qiansui looked at Yamamotojiro: "Severe your hands and save your life."
"Crack--" Yamamotojiro's eyelids twitched, gritted his teeth and got up and broke his arms with force.
Blood all over the ground.
Lu Qing and the others felt chills all over.
They have seen the domineering and cruelty of nine thousand years old.
"Go back and tell Tianzang and the others..." Jiu Qiansui walked to Yamamoto and spoke indifferently: "Six months later, the president of the Wumeng Pluan will slaughter the dog and carry the first envoy Ye Fan to challenge the top ten geniuses of Yang Kingdom.
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"In Miyamoto's words, it determines both victory and loss, and life and death."