Shoroku Ishida and Iwasakigawa came to Beichen Pingchuan before to discuss dealing with Zhuo Yifan. Unexpectedly, before they even took action, the other party had already come to kill him!
"Someone actually knows me! Are the two old bastards Ishida Shoroku and Iwasakigawa here too?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a sneer.
"Baga! Kill them all, leave no one behind!" The middle-aged man shouted coldly and ordered through gritted teeth to the people around him.
Immediately, more than twenty warriors pulled out the Japanese swords in their hands at the same time, stared at Zhuo Yifan and the others, and slowly surrounded them. They all knew that the three people in front of them were masters, so naturally they did not dare to be negligent and stepped forward.
Every step he took was made with care.
Zhuo Yifan really doesn't have the time to waste time with this bunch of rubbish here. Although it's just a piece of cake to deal with them, if Iwasakigawa and Ishida Shoroku are allowed to run away, it will be more than worth the loss! [
"They're left to you!" Zhuo Yifan just gave a faint order to Chen Meili and Hou Qing, and then the figure flashed and disappeared in front of everyone.
Those island warriors have never seen such unpredictable speed. Even the patience they are most proud of is probably not as good as Zhuo Yifan's superb movement skills. The leader is still a chuunin
, even he didn't see clearly how Zhuo Yifan disappeared from in front of him, and he was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.
Chen Meili and Hou Qing will not let them react. They will kill you while you are sick. By the time the warriors came to their senses, Chen Meili and Hou Qing had already attacked. At this time, they wanted to intercept Zhuo Yifan.
, is obviously impossible. They can't even capture the trajectory of Zhuo Yifan's actions, so how can they talk about intercepting him?
The two men, accompanied by twenty samurai, began to compete in the front yard of the dojo. Although there were many people on the other side, the most powerful one was only a chuunin-level master. For two masters with late-stage innate talent, it was more than enough to deal with them.
Yes, it's just a lot of effort.
As for Zhuo Yifan, after leaving the front yard, he went directly into the middle yard. In front of him was an old wooden building with two practice rooms on the left and right. In the center of the three houses was a competition platform about one meter high.
, this dojo really looks like that!
With a faint sneer on his face, Zhuo Yifan walked over to the dozen warriors who rushed out from the middle building in a hurry.
The warriors were self-aware and had no intention of taking action against Zhuo Yifan. They just held samurai swords in their hands and stared at Zhuo Yifan eagerly, forming a faint encirclement.
At this moment, when the door opened, a middle-aged man with pigtails on the back of his head, wearing a black samurai uniform, slowly walked out of the house. He also held a long knife in his left hand, his eyes
He opened his eyes wide and stared straight at Zhuo Yifan for a long while.
"Jounin-level master! He's about to break through... This is interesting! Could this guy be Beichen Pingchuan?" Zhuo Yifan muttered to himself, but he didn't take the situation in front of him seriously at all.
"Zhuo Yifan, how dare you come to our door!" The man finally spoke, but his words seemed to be filled with anger. Of course he was angry, how could the outside world be hidden from his eyes! He was so angry
When had Beichen Dojo suffered such heavy losses? But he knew the gap between himself and Zhuo Yifan, so he did not dare to take action easily.
