"Dad! What are you talking about!" Zhou Jie was asked, one by one, and she was hugged unexpectedly. How come in the eyes of her father, she is like a creature that cannot be repaired in ten lifetimes?
"Silly girl." Father Zhou couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and said, "Do you know what it means to have a relationship with Mr. Zhao? Even the Gao family doesn't dare to offend our Zhou family. This is not an exaggeration.
It's a fact, otherwise, it would be a higher grade
Why would he directly kill his son? He just wanted to calm Mr. Zhao's anger before everything could be undone, understand? A successor can be established again if there is no one, but if he offends that existence, the entire Gao family will be in trouble.
will evaporate from the world."
Zhou Jie said doubtfully: "No way, that person, Mr. Zhao, has a very good temper. I scolded him twice on the subway and didn't care. How could I care about Gao Heng, who is like a clown?"
"..."
Zhou's father suddenly felt cold. He asked in a mixture of shock and anger: "You...you accused Mr. Zhao? What did you say?"
"He said he has no morals. He didn't give up his seat to an old lady with inconvenient legs and legs, and made his sister stand..." Zhou Jie said truthfully, embarrassed.
"It's over."
Zhou's father staggered, collapsed on the ground, and said with a pale face: "Then did he say anything?"
"No."
After Zhou Jie finished speaking, she remembered the scene when she came out, so she changed her words and said, "By the way, when I went out just now, he asked me not to marry Gao Heng."
"Not marrying Gao Heng?" Father Zhou's eyes once again filled with excitement, "That's right, Mr. Zhao has thoughts about you, haha, God bless my Zhou family!"
Immediately, he stood up and arranged his clothes and said: "Let's go to see Mr. Zhao. In addition, he is not a carefree person. Although he himself will not do anything to the Gao family for a little trouble, Mr. Zhao's influence
Just like the sun, there are a lot of extraordinary beings who are worshiped as gods. Many of them can crush the Gao family to death with just a finger. Therefore, Gao's father did not hesitate to destroy his own son in order to survive the family.
.”
However, when Father Zhou turned around and was about to go that way, he was dumbfounded and asked, "Where is Mr. Zhao?"
"Huh?" Zhou Jie said in confusion, "That's not right. I glanced at him the last second and he was still there. Why did he disappear so quickly?"
Father Zhou thought for a moment and then smiled and said: "I understand, he acts relatively low-key and may come back to you later."
"Then how did he disappear?" Zhou Jie didn't know why.
"How can you and I understand Mr. Zhao's methods?" Father Zhou smiled and took his daughter's hand. He turned his head to look at the Gao family and his son over there. He said proudly: "Brother Gao, brother, I'll go first.
Take a step forward, after all, Mr. Zhao will come to my daughter to deal with some personal issues after his appointment at Mount Fuji, so I have to go back and prepare, so I won’t spend more time with you."
"Okay, brother Zhou, walk slowly. If you see Mr. Zhao, help me mention it by the way. Tell him that Gao Heng has been expelled from his ancestral home and is no longer a member of my Gao family. He can be beaten or killed. He will no longer be with my Gao family."
Related." There was a hint of flattery in Father Gao's expression, and he said: "Over in China, I will lift restrictions on the Zhou family's market, and transfer the production factory to you."
Father Zhou deliberately looked embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, then shook his head and sighed: "Okay, let me give it a try. As for other things, we can talk about it when we have time."
Father Gao looked at the departing figures of the father and daughter, feeling envious and jealous. Then he looked down at his son who looked like a dead dog on the ground, and then added, "You bitch, get away from me, don't drag the whole family down."
Gao family?"
"ah!"
Gao Heng was kicked ten meters away by his father. He was already half dead. He burst into tears and said, "Why... why..."
But no one would answer him.
Gao Yipin, who had severed the father-son relationship, turned around without any regret, led many men in black, and left like a large black cloud under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
…
After Zhao Fan left the subway station, he walked towards the beautiful snow-capped mountains in front of him. As he walked, he told Xiang Xiang: "If you don't do this next time, if you cause trouble for me again, I will seal you back to the Tongtian Xuan Pagoda.
Come out to play? Dreaming."
Xiangxiang was stunned for a few seconds, and then shed tears of grievance, "Brother, little master, I..."
Zhao Fan couldn't stand the tone of voice coming from a young Lolita. He quickly changed his attitude and said softly: "Okay, okay, I shouldn't blame you, don't cry."
"Um!"
Xiangxiang smacked his cheek and said with a smile through her tears: "Brother, little master, you are so kind to me."
"..."
Zhao Fan sighed, "Then just be obedient."
"I understand." Xiangxiang nodded confidently.
At this time, the entire Mount Fuji scenic spot was invisibly in a state of anxiety, especially today's flow of people, which had reached an unprecedented peak. Among them, ordinary tourists who knew nothing about it only accounted for 30% of the total, and the other 70%.
Cheng, including 90% of Japan's extraordinary world, are all gathered here for the purpose of witnessing the upcoming battle.
The sword master Miyamoto Mamoru has been a myth that has been heard for decades, and is one of the extraordinary beliefs of thousands of Japanese.
Jiangzhou Wu Zun is a super star that the whole world has to take seriously. There are even rumors that he has entered the holy realm.
In addition to Mount Fuji, where the duel took place, at the same time, extraordinary beings from various countries in the world rushed to tell each other, and the fermentation speed was as fast as a rocket. In a short period of time, 99% of the extraordinary beings learned about it, and they
They all stayed in front of their computers or mobile phones, looking at the hidden page of the black market on the screen, the title of the live broadcast: "Jiangzhou Wu Zun VS Japanese Sword Master, life and death showdown!"
The picture below shows the top of Mount Fuji.
It is worth mentioning that one of the two parties in this duel is a veteran holy realm, and the other is a suspected holy being. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, the black market did not dare to let anyone guard the live broadcast commentary, but on Mount Fuji
A large number of cameras were deployed on the top, and even three of the latest fighter jets were filming in the air.
The military on the Japanese side has an undercurrent, mobilizing a large number of heavy firepower weapons in advance, and even activated the missile system at the military base. Once Miyamoto Mamoru is defeated, a concentrated fire will be carried out. The young man must not be allowed to
Return to China.
Over in China, a group of generals gathered in front of the big screen at the general headquarters, looking forward to it but nervous at the same time. They extremely hoped that Zhao Fan would win this battle, shock many young men, and enhance the prestige of our country!
The same is true for every country. Therefore, this war is destined to have a great impact on the current world pattern.
Just when Zhao Fan took the first step to climb the mountain, the person in charge of the Mount Fuji Scenic Area began to evacuate ordinary tourists. The reason was: "The official department has detected that an earthquake will occur!"
Ordinary tourists who didn't know the truth were so frightened that they immediately went down the mountain.
Gradually, above Mount Fuji, there are extraordinary beings!
Zhao Fan held Xiangxiang in his arms and walked against the tide of tourists coming down. He walked on the stairs calmly, like an eternal flag. The momentum of "I will go alone" made all the Japanese on the mountain
Extraordinary heartbeat.
…
The top of Mount Fuji is very large, and at this moment, we are in front of the southern edge that we must pass up and down.
Japanese sword master Miyamoto Mamoru wore a pair of worn-out straw sandals and appeared in the sight of many cameras. He folded his hands and looked down.
The back of Mamoru Miyamoto looked so lonely in the simultaneous live broadcast of the hidden section of the black market.
The two long knives on his waist were extremely dazzling.
At other locations on the top of the mountain, Nakajima Sa, Okita Takayuki, and Misugihara also appeared, standing there motionless. Then, more than sixty figures appeared. These are all ranked high in Japan's supernatural world.
There are characters who have reached the level of a few masters, and the worst ones are also at the peak of their innate abilities.
"Nakajima-san, everything is ready." Okita Takayuki whispered.
"I've also made arrangements here."
Misughara reported in a very low profile.
"Well..." Nakajima-san tightened the folding umbrella in her hand and said from a distance: "Miyamoto-kun, there is no room for failure in this battle. I hope you will win!"
Miyamoto Mamoru did not turn around, but nodded. The braid on the back of his head moved up and down as if in response to the former.
Nakajima Sa stopped talking to him through the air and asked in a low voice: "What is the maximum firepower that can be unleashed by the military?"
Okita Takayuki said without hesitation: "In one second, the entire Mount Fuji will be leveled!"
"good."
Nakajima Sha turned around, looked at everyone and said, "Let's go down the mountain."
In this way, dozens of Japanese extraordinary bosses descended Mount Fuji as quickly as possible. In front of the foot of the mountain, there was a huge high-definition screen, and the picture displayed on it was the top of Mount Fuji.
In addition to the strong men led by Nakajima Sa, many Japanese extraordinary people from the rear also came down to watch the battle. However, a few who were not afraid of death climbed Mount Fuji and decided to risk their lives to watch the battle with their own eyes!
As everyone knows, if Miyamoto Mamoru is defeated, Mount Fuji will be razed to the ground. If Eshu Taken is defeated, then everything will be fine, provided that the supernatural beings above are not affected by the aftermath of the battle.
A mountain that is like a country's signature mountain is worth it in exchange for that young man's life!
What's more, a major earthquake has been predicted here. Even if it doesn't happen, it won't make ordinary people feel uneasy.
…
As time passed, Miyamoto Mamoru, who was standing on the top of Mount Fuji, suddenly condensed his pupils and saw a young man holding a little girl in his arms, approaching the top of the mountain with light steps. A smile appeared on his eyebrows, "
Zhao Jun, you are finally here."
Zhao Fan walked up and said with a faint smile: "I originally wanted to come ten months ago, but things delayed me until today. I've been waiting for a long time, brother Miyamoto."
that's all.
The two looked at each other, and the distance between them became smaller and smaller.
final.
Zhao Fan stepped onto the top of Mount Fuji in one step!
Miyamoto Mamoru faced him face to face and asked from a close distance: "I wonder what you mean by bringing a girl to the appointment?"
Zhao Fan put down the Xiangxiang, shrugged and said, "I picked up a little girl on the way. I was afraid that she would be bullied by bad people, so I brought her here out of sympathy. I'm sorry."
Miyamoto Mamoru shook his head in displeasure, "I'll have someone send her down."
"No need, I will take her down just as I brought her up." Zhao Fan smiled faintly, then looked sideways at Xiangxiang, "right?"
"Yes, come on, little brother, I believe you will defeat him!" Xiangxiang clenched her fist and shook it at Miyamoto Mamoru.
"How confident is Zhao Jun in defeating me?" Miyamoto Mamoru frowned. You must know that he has now entered the middle stage of the Saint Realm, and Niten Yiyi has reached the late stage of power, and more than that.
, and also learned a brand new sword technique.
"Okay, no need to waste your time talking nonsense, let's get started."
Zhao Fan raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
"As you wish." Miyamoto Mamoru stepped back thirty meters and looked at the young man in his eyes. Then, he slowly pulled out the two long knives from his waist, holding both hands
Each holds a hand, one pointing at the other, while the other points to the sky.
"Not bad, your Excellency has made a breakthrough." As Zhao Fan said this, he lightly pointed his hand into the void. The next moment, a snow-white sword with a five-clawed golden dragon on its back slowly appeared across the screen.
In the sight of millions of extraordinary people.
This sword is the Long Yao Heavenly Sword!
Zhao Fan held it directly in his hand. The strange thing was that he did not point at Miyamoto Mamoru, but inserted the Long Yaotian Sword into the ground, sinking it three points!