From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 280

Author: Nai He Heaven

Chapter 280

Sleeping with Chengjiexiong, of course, laughed, because he couldn't sleep while turning into cold air observation.

But it was determined under the streaming home.

In the next time, the cold air was posted on the street in the morning. I felt the muscles (biomagnetic field?) When the other person transformed. It was a good progress in the ghost brain blessing. It can be said to be very good.

In the afternoon, I will enjoy the rare sour time with Zhu Meiyang.

As for the evening?

Of course belonging to. Two people!

The combination of labor and Yi was used to be used to the limit by cold and empty.

In the past four years, his mind has always been tight.

In the early stage, because of the strong shadow, I dared not waste it in a second. I was immersed in cultivation. In the later period, I was replaced by meditation in order to defeat Yongjiro.

After returning to the streaming courtyard, from the soul to the body relaxed, cold air feels that I have condensed to the extreme will and the body actually shows signs of breakthroughs?

This feeling is very mysterious, and it feels a little stronger when it tastes cold.

But unfortunately, Zhu Mei is not working hard enough, it won't be long.

After three months of enjoying An An Yiyi, I felt that my blood was getting cold and my bones were almost rusty.

Gentle Township, Herozuka!

The ancients really said right, people just couldn't be comfortable for too long.

However, at this time, the cold air finally adjusted the frequency of muscle fluctuations to the same as the streets, so as to grasp the meaning of the body's freedom and expansion.

After normal, he accompanied Zhu Mei to visit major shopping malls in Tokyo, ate all the deliciousness, and went to watch Caiya Xiangxiang's boxing field.

Finally, it's time to restart.

Late at night,

Looking at Zhu Mei, who was sleeping tightly in his arms, he kissed his forehead cold, and then got out of bed and walked out of the door.

Standing on the balcony, the eyes closed into the pure white space, and then the suspended light group over the box of boxing is shot out of a light canton to pull the cold and empty quickly into the Tianmen.

"Leng Jun."

The next second after the cold air flew away, Zhu Mei lying on the bed opened her eyes, and a crystal tears hanging on the long eyelashes.

When she was going to shop crazy with her cold air, and accompanied her to play wildly, Zhu Mei knew that her man was leaving again.

This square is too small, and the stage of Leng Jun is destined to be the heavenly world behind Tianmen.

Of course, the cold and extraordinary feeling of the cold, of course, knew that Zhu Mei did not sleep, and did not break it.

Because he didn't like to tell me when he left.

Consciousness enters pure white space, and the body uses the light group package to travel again.

I don't know how long it has been, feel the body vibration, and return consciousness.

Looking at the sight, I found that I was in a huge coke pit. Well, this should be smashed by myself.

Both legs pop up the giant pit slightly, and there is a hill outside.

Following the hills, crossing the mountains, a Moqu small road with only one person appeared in front of the eyes.

On both sides of the small road are fields, and on one side, there are fields, and it has been extended to the end of the field of vision.

There are thin skin in the field, dark body, short radish, and wearing extremely tattered placket hemps in the farm work. Occasionally, you see the cold and vast and perfect sign, and your face does not fluctuate in the slightest.

Buried his head and continued to work.

As the lowest class of society, heavy miscellaneous taxes and exploitation have long numbed their spirits. It takes all their strength to fill their stomachs. How can they have the energy to care whether their bodies explode in the cold air?

Leng Kong looked at the group of black elves and felt that he couldn't find any useful information, so he walked along the path onto the main road.

After walking like this for several hours, we passed through four or five dense forests and thatched villages. In total, we walked more than thirty miles.

The clouds at high altitude are getting thicker and thicker, and it looks like it's going to rain.

After climbing through another small forest, a shabby teahouse appeared in sight. Two men dressed as waiters, with blackened towels on their shoulders, were leaning against the wooden pillars of the teahouse.

Except for the waiter Benji, there was no customer inside.

The two tea tables with chipped corners placed haphazardly looked like they were old, and there were still many scratches from the knife tips on the table tops.

This store doesn't look normal at first glance.

But it suits Leng Kong’s wishes. These people should know more than the farmers in front of them, right?

As I walked into the teahouse and sat down, raindrops just fell from the sky.

Dark clouds cover the sky, the light fades, the raindrops grow from small to large, and dense water blooms outside the tea house. For a while, the only sound left in my ears is the sound of rain.

"Where are the guests going?"

When the two guys saw Leng Kong, their eyes met quickly. The younger one quickly turned around and entered the house. Leng Kong could hear the young man running out of the back door immediately after entering the house.

The older waiter shook the black towel, walked up to Leng Kong, wiped the table skillfully, and then placed a large chipped porcelain bowl. The teapot was tilted, and the turbid water poured into the rim of the bowl.

"I said this is the thing. Who can't resist such temptation?"

Lengkong's fingers were already cold, and the tea had a faint medicinal smell among the earthy smell.

No, if you want to administer medicine, you should at least be professional?

The quality of local black shops is too poor.

"Feel sorry."

The waiter shrugged, "We haven't had guests for a long time."

how long?

The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment, it seemed like it had been around 50 years, and he was not born yet at that time.

It has been almost 50 years since Iga and Koga signed a no-war agreement under the auspices of Hanzo-sama of the First Headquarters during the Tengen Period. It has been almost 50 years and there has been peace for 50 years.

Since he took over this teahouse, he has hardly entertained many guests.

Because except for the mortal enemy Koga, other small and medium-sized forces have not really had the courage to invade their Iga border.

That’s right, it’s the border!

A village is a country, this is an old tradition in the small days.

Although they still need to obey the shogun's orders, each small country still has a lot of autonomy, so as long as the shogun doesn't make trouble, no other force really dares to provoke them.

"So, what's the matter with our guests coming to Iga City?"

The waiter's eyes were half-closed, and he quietly inserted his hand into the counter to hold the handle of the knife, "Our Ninja Village does not accept outsiders."

"Ninja Village?"

Hearing this word, Leng Kong frowned steadily. This thing seemed to be different from martial arts.

But what exactly is different? I can’t draw a conclusion without personal experience.

But since he knows that the combat power of this world is the ninjutsu system, Leng Kong will definitely not miss it.

"If I were said to be a wandering warrior, traveling half my life just to find strong men to fight, would you believe it?"

Leng Kong opened the tea bowl with his hands and his eyes were sincere.

"Then you're looking in the wrong place!"

"Although Iga has been hiding in the world for decades, she is not something that rubbish samurai like you can offend."

The words were not spoken by the waiter, but came from the woods behind.

After the sound fell, a pair of people -like gadgets suddenly shot from the woods and buckled on the top cover of the tea house.

call out!

In the next second, a short old man with a head like a takoya, the back of his head protruding half a meter back, appeared on the roof.

"It's really a hand?"

Seeing the old man's appearance, the cold eyes shook slightly,

If you read it right, this old man has just had tens of meters long in both hands?

Is this forbearance?

Or rubber?

(This chapter is finished)