The more than a dozen people are sad and indignant, but they dare not charges.
Murong Sanqian reminds Shan Benjiro:
"Mr. Yamamoto, at the end of Ye Fanqiang's crossbow, now strength is just pretending to be."
He believed that after the war of Miyamoto, Ye Fan hadn't had much effort.
Yamamoto Shiro raised his chin, and his eyes flickered with a murder:
"Ye Fan, look at Miss Lu's portrayal, you kneel down and capture it, let me take you back to Yang Guo's trial, I will not kill you today."
"Otherwise, you will never get out of Wutong Mountain."
He had to unload eight pieces of Ye Fan, but he suddenly thought that as soon as Miyamoto was responsible, Yamamoto had another plan.
Bring Ye Fan back to the country and forced him to publicly acknowledge the conspiracy to count Miyamoto. In this way, the death of Miyamoto was not a shame of the country, but the 龌蹉 of Shenzhou.
"Ye Fan, seize it if you don't have a hand?"
Murong Sanqian attached to the end: "Mr. Yamamoto is full of life, the consequences are very serious."
Lu Qing looked at Ye Fan coldly, waiting for Ye Fan to kneel and begged for mercy.
"Ye Fan, don't you surrender, do you have to fight with me?"
Yamamoto Shiro said: "Although your weird body method surprised me, but now you are injured, you are not our opponent at all."
Ye Fan stared at Shan Cam Lang and smiled:
"I admit that I was injured, but it was more than enough to deal with you."
He also made a gesture, so that Duguyu did not come up, he could cope with himself.
"childish!"
Seeing Ye Fan's self -confidence, Yamamoto's voice sank, and another gesture.
As soon as this gesture came out, the surrounding forest sounded a movement instantly.
Dozens of trees trembled, and then eighteen shadows appeared around.
They are wearing black clothes and masks, like bats, and they are very fast. They are very fast. With the tacit understanding, at first glance, they are trained.
In a blink of an eye, they came to the best trees.
They hung on the branches one by one, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.
They also held the black warrior in their hands.
Yinyou.
"Ninja?"
Ye Fan's eyes narrowed: "It seems you want me to die today, otherwise how can you even bring the ninja?"
Lu Qing was shocked when they heard the words, and it was surprised that Shan Yamoto invited the ninja, and then it was even more determined to finish Ye Fan.
Ninja will also be weird. So many people shots together, and Ye Fan can't resist it.
"If you want to live, just kneel down."
Yamamoto Shiro drank Ye Fan again: "Otherwise, I am ruthless."
"Who said this for you?"
As soon as the words fell, I saw a scolding sound in the air, and then a white shadow flashed from everyone's vision.
In the next second, a middle -aged man in white fell to the ground, just standing next to Ye Fan's side, as if heavenly gods made people narrow their eyes.
He carried his hands and scanned the audience indifferently:
"Broken one hand and roll it here."
Nine thousand years.
"Nine thousand years?"
Seeing that the man in white came out without signs, Murong Murong, who had been waiting for the profit of the fisherman, immediately stood up and greeted him.
More than a dozen martial arts children also tightened their nerves, and they stepped forward and asked hello: "I have seen nine thousand years."
Nine thousand years didn't look at them, but just reached out and wiped off Ye Fan's face.
Lu Qing also squeezed his face slightly with a small face: "Nine thousand years old, I haven't seen you for a long time, how can you come?"
Ye Fan was loosened and exhaled for a long time, but didn't say anything.
Yamamoto Shiro, they are full of alertness, and they look at the nine thousand years.
Many people in the Yang Kingdom have heard of Jiu Qiansui and how powerful he is, but few of them have seen him in person or his abilities.
It was also the first time for Yamamoto Jiro to meet him face to face, so even though he knew that the nine thousand years old was extraordinary, when he saw his thin and frail appearance, he still raised his neck:
"Broken hand?"
He hummed: "I don't have this kind of hobby."
Nine Thousand Years Old said calmly: "Two hands!"
"Nine thousand years old, I know your name and your status, but we are not easy to bully."
Seeing the other party's aggressive behavior, Yamamoto Jiro became angry on the spot:
"If you are sensible today and take the initiative to take Ye Fan to us, we will continue to call you Jiu Qiansui from now on."
"If you want to meddle in other people's business, don't blame us for not giving you face."
He has dozens of people at his disposal and is full of momentum.
Jiu Qiansui smiled: "Give me face?"
"Boom!"
Jiu Qiansui suddenly stepped out with his foot, and a violent aura suddenly erupted from his side.
The ground within a radius of more than ten meters was completely shattered.
Flying sand and rocks.
Countless people squinted.
Then, there was a click, and dozens of trees around him were broken.
The eighteen ninjas swished down like birds that had been shot down.
After they fell to the ground, no one got up, and they were all hit with bloody holes in their bodies.
At the same moment, Yamamoto Jiro and the others' soles gave out, and they knelt down with a plop.
It's not that they want to kneel down, but the aura of the nine thousand-year-old is too strong, like a million mountains pressing down on him, and they simply can't bear it.
Powerful, too powerful.
Yamamoto Jiro's face instantly turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
This scene not only made Murong Sanqian and the others thirsty, but Lu Qing and the other women also tightly covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.
Their eyes all showed incredible expressions.
Yamamoto Jiro is also a master at the pinnacle of the Mysterious Realm.
Now he is kneeling uncontrollably in front of a nine-thousand-year-old man, without the majesty and dignity that a generation of masters should have!
Nine thousand years old is actually so strong?
It was the first time that Lu Qing, who was nine thousand years old, took action, and his pretty face turned away from his arrogance for the first time.
Not to mention the bodyguards or warriors around her, even the people she knows in the mountain sect, it is probably difficult for them to reach the level of nine thousand years old.
Ye Fan also felt numb. He tried his best to overestimate the age of nine thousand years, but found that he still underestimated it.
It seems that Jiu Qiansui left a lot of energy during the competition at the Zhonghai Martial Arts School.
Jiu Qiansui put his hands behind his back and looked at Yamamoto Jiro: "Tell me, how can you give me face?"
"Yes, sorry, nine thousand years old."
Yamamoto Jiro said with difficulty:
"I have offended you, please forgive me, and we will get out immediately."
Originally, he thought that he might not be a match for Nine Thousand Years Old, but the gap wasn't that big.
It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized the gap between himself and Nine Thousand Years Old. It was a gap that he could not overcome in his entire life.
"It's too late."
Jiu Qiansui snorted coldly, and then stepped hard with his left foot.
The knife shattered into pieces and flew into the air.
"ah--"
More than a dozen Miyamoto disciples were killed instantly!
A chill rose from the chests of people like Lu Qing. They had seen murder before, but the method of being nine thousand years old was too chilling.
It was too casual, too indifferent, as if it had killed a few ants.
Yamamoto Jiro's eyelids jumped, and he knew at this moment that it would be difficult for him to die well today.
He subconsciously looked at Lu Qing.
Lu Qing's breathing became rapid, but in the end she had to bite the bullet and step forward. After all, she often traveled to Yangguo Martial Arts:
"Nine thousand years old, a piece of water with water, it can stop ..."
"Pap-"
Nine thousand -year -old slap and dumped the past: "Did you talk?"
Lu Qing flew seven or eight meters, and his face was swollen. He was very angry and aggrieved, but he did not scream.
Murong, who was about to come forward, closed his mouth three thousand.
Nine thousand -year -old looking at Yamamoto Tiro: "Break two hands at your own, keep your life."
"Click-"
Feeling the dangerous Yamamoto Shiro's eyelid jump, gritting his teeth and getting up with his arms.
Blood full of blood.
Lu Qing was cold all over.
They are considered to see the domineering and spicy of nine thousand years old.
"Go back and tell Tianzang them ..."
Nine thousand years old came to Yamamoto Shiro Lang indifferently:
"Six months later, the President of the Martial Arts slaughtered the dog left, and he would bring the first to Ye Fan to challenge the top ten Tianjiao of the country."