I Practice Martial Arts At The Hokage

"Hey~

" "I feel like my body is hollowed out."

Ren Feng sighed again, he felt that his state had never been so bad, and he was really physically and mentally exhausted.

"Well, it's time to get down to business."

Ren Feng, who raised his head slightly, quietly looked at the ronin not far away with brown eyes, his small body, plain but as if it contained a fierce beast.

The ronin swallowed his spit with difficulty, and the scene in front of him shattered his three views.

He kept shouting in his heart, trying to calm himself down, but when he saw the eyes of Yusuke Hiraoka, the little ghost, his scalp suddenly felt numb.

"Is it a ghost, or what?"

The ronin's cold sweat flowed from the moment he saw Yusuke Hiraoka sit up, like water, the itching caused by the sweat flowing from the Mediterranean Sea did not stop, and he also wanted to scratch hard, but his mother didn't dare.

Now he is like an ordinary person facing a fierce tiger, and he can only pick up the tetanus blade full of openings and rust in his hand and confront it strangely.

"

Return the life~" "Return the life to the master~"

Ren Feng stood up tremblingly, his hands kept grabbing forward, as if he wanted to grab the ronin and tear it fiercely, and the sharp voice was like a messenger of the soul, making people's spines chill.

"Emma, it hurts to death, what kind of sin has happened to this little ghost's body, it hurts everywhere."

"Oops~ my chest, the thief hurts!"

"Oh~ my feet, why didn't I react!"

"Oh hi ~ my file, cool and squishing ah~"

Ren Fenghun, who constantly complained in his heart, seemed to be overwhelmed by pain, this kind of pain would have been screamed out long ago if it was an ordinary person, of course, with Ren Feng's experience, this pain is nothing, he is just bored to amuse himself.

His body is extremely weak, in order to deal with this bald ugly thing, he has other plans, and pretending to be a ghost with a sharp voice is just an introduction, but the poor physical condition makes his steps slow, just like the miscellaneous zombies in Plants vs. Zombies.

Seeing this, the ronin trembled all over his body with fright, and kept swallowing saliva, and his hands holding the knife were a little trembling, and he couldn't hold it steadily. He thought of the ancient story he had heard about the murdered people turned into murderous spirits to take revenge, so he was even more frightened that he wanted to run his body but did not listen to the command.

Seeing Ren Feng's skeleton-like young figure approaching, he began to suffocate as if he had been strangled by the throat.

"What to do?"

"Will die! Definitely dead! "

Run!"

The ronin's desire to survive was finally stimulated, and his body could move, so he turned his head and ran with a panicked expression, as if there was a flood beast behind him.

Ren Feng saw the ronin running away without any expression on his face, not happy or sad, because he knew that this ronin would find something wrong, which was also what he expected.

For the ugly ronin with innocent blood on his hands, although he encountered something incomprehensible for a while, as long as he calmed down, he would find the problem.

For example, Ren Feng's current walking speed and the state of his body that seems to be about to go out.

In fact, in order to confirm that Ren Feng did not catch up, the ronin who had already run far away finally had the courage to turn his head and take a look after running a long distance. Then, his face suddenly became hideous and terrifying.

The ronin who had already understood that he had been tricked began to tremble again, the killing intent in his eyes intensified like his anger, and he walked towards Ren Feng step by step, and Ren Feng stopped in place, making him more aware of how stupid he was before.

"Little cub, I will cut off your limbs one by one; I will cut off your ears one by one; I will cut off your head, I will chop your corpse..." Every

word of the ronin popped out from between his teeth, and his hatred for Ren Feng could not even be described in words.

Looking at the ronin approaching step by step, Ren Feng's mouth had a light smile, and his eyes contained a deep killing intent that the ronin could not detect.

"What kind of world is this!"

Ren Feng looked at the angry ronin, sighed in his heart, and observed the small light mass next to his soul, he really admired and disliked.

I admire that this kid named Yusuke Hiraoka was able to persevere when he experienced the great horror between life and death, and he had also practiced for many years to achieve a downlook on life and death.

What I dislike is that they have experienced life and death, and they can still be scared by this product in front of them, is this product very powerful? He let Uncle Feng be ugly! If you let those former friends know that he pees his pants, he can't die laughing.

"Alas~"

Thinking that he might never be able to go back, even if he accepted this fact, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

"Little ghost, I don't know how you can survive under the sword of Lord Ben, but now it is useless for you to pretend to be dead, I will chop you into meat paste one by one!"

"I'd rather see how else you can live!"

The horizontal meat ronin who brazenly wielded the knife did not say much nonsense at all, and directly slashed at Ren Feng's arm with the knife, and he wanted to kill it step by step as he said before.

Seeing the hideous ugly face of the ronin, Ren Feng was not affected by the other party's fierce momentum, but when he saw the rotten knife held by the other party, he said with a look of disgust: "Hey~ you are a tetanus blade." Look at your face, this knife has been used for a long time, you are poor! The

ronin's expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to be completely lost by anger.

"Fuss and anger are extreme, the emotions under the extremes will fluctuate sharply and lead to confusion, the heart is chaotic, and the spirit is moved, and the soul is scattered, this is the retribution you deserve, give death to the master!"

Ren Feng stretched out a thin little finger and pointed at the head of the horizontal flesh ronin, and as the words finally fell, his fingertips began to shine with a small white light mass.

Just when the ronin's blade was about to touch Ren Feng's shoulder, the small light mass shot into his mind.