Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Mifune entered the road looking at Akutsu who was lying on the ground in a coma, an accident flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He picked up the gourd beside him, took a sip of wine, and looked up at the Byodoin Phoenix in front of him.

"You missed it?"

Hearing this, Byodoin smiled unconcernedly, "I didn't stop it on a whim before."

As he said, he put his hands on his chest and glanced at Ajutsu who was lying on the side, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "This kid has a pretty good talent."

Mifune curled his lips in an annoyed manner, "Of course I know this, otherwise the old guy wouldn't recommend him to me specifically."

"correct."

Mifune raised his head to look at Byodoin, his majestic voice was very bold, "I need you to take action tomorrow, and that kid will come here tomorrow without any accident."

"You mean the shirt?" Byodoin raised an eyebrow.

Mifune sat up cross-legged, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "Yes, that kid's mentality is too calm, so calm that he can't follow the path of Ashura Shinto."

Mifune Jundao thought of the previous battle between Yusho Yuu and Oni Jujiro, and fell silent for a while.

"But..." A moment later, his voice changed, and his intonation became more and more ups and downs. "That kid also contains a certain kind of special will in his body, but it's missing an introduction."

"Heh...what you want to say is the whetstone!"

Byodoin urn said, the brilliance in his eyes lit up, and the domineering aura on his body was fully manifested at this moment.

"If you want me to be someone else's whetstone, I won't keep my hands." Byodoin sneered, turned his head and left.

When Mifune entered the road, looking at the back of Byodoin Temple, he slapped his mouth twice.

Not to mention that the Shangshangjia helped Byodoin a lot this time. Just because of the relationship between Shangshangyu and Byodoin, the other party would not refuse this matter.

"But." Mitsune looked at the Caixia in the sky, with a hint of relief in his slightly muddy eyes, "We at Neon finally have another world-class powerhouse."

Even he never imagined the changes after the Byodoin Temple visited this time.

Not long after, four or five very long figures pulled by the setting sun ran over from a distance.

They were all embarrassed, their white training short sleeves were dusty, and one of them screamed from time to time, as if being chased by something terrible.

Seeing this scene, Mifune first showed a smile in his eyes, then all the expressions on his face disappeared, and he turned into a rude and grumpy old drunkard.

"Shoo~"

His index finger and thumb were compared in a circle and placed on the edge of his lips, which was full of messy beard.

soon.

Huh! !

There were several long sounds that pierced the sky, and several eagles with big heads and sharp claws hovered down from the top of the cliff of Heart.

They landed around the three boats, one of which was still standing on his arm tied with linen.

Huhu! !

"I said, do you want to kill us!?"

Kikumaru put his hands on his knees, gasped for a few rough breaths, and then yelled at the demon trainer in front of him: "I thought of applying the scent that the eagle likes to the balloon. You are too much."

Mifune stepped forward with her feet bare.

He held the eagle with both hands and one hand on his waist. He glanced at the four people in front of him indifferently, "You are all unqualified. Before I go to bed today, I have to wash all my clothes a week ago. ."

Kikumaru only felt her ears tremble, and her face was earthy in an instant.

He looked a little desperately at the pile of clothes on the floor of the wooden house on which Mitsubune was laying. They would not be able to sleep until late tonight.

Behind him, Shinzu just wanted to raise his arm and wipe the sweat from his forehead. After hearing the words of Mifune's entrance, his hand became stiff.

They have been here for more than two weeks and have become the avengers in the mouth of the coach in front of them.

Full of expectation, they received the training of the three ships to enter the Taoism here, but things were not as simple as they thought.

Swinging with heavy weights, climbing cliffs, and even being chased by eagles for obstacle running in the wild.

I dare to swear that he has never encountered such an extreme training method before, and now he thinks about the kind of training at the beginning of the shirt, it is simply not to be too benevolent.

Huh, is that...?

Looking intently, Shinzu's face was slightly startled. He saw a face that made him somewhat familiar through the barriers of the three boats.

"Ajutsu?!"

After concentrating again to confirm, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

In an instant, the other three people also concentrated their attention and looked at the past.

Isn't this gray figure lying motionless on the floor in front of the wooden house exactly Ajutsu?

"Three ships coach, what happened to him?"

Renzu stopped thinking about washing clothes at this time, and asked Mifune in a condensed voice.

The flesh on Mifune Ludao's face trembled, he unscrewed the gourd and drank a swig of strong wine, "From tomorrow, you guys will roll down the mountain for me."

There was a trace of contempt and impatience in his words, "According to your current standards, it is really too much."

He said this.

Suddenly, the faces of Sengoku, Kikumaru and others became difficult to look.

The character of this old drunkard has always been so bad, and apart from hitting them, there has never been a word of praise.

"As for the little demon behind me, naturally it is your substitute."

"Okay, it turns out that you never thought about training us well, just want to find someone to help you do the work."

Kikumaru bit her lip and said angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense, let you get out of here." Mifune waved his hand and turned and went back to the wooden house. "Yes, don't forget, that pile of clothes must be washed for me before I can leave."

After speaking, he stepped up the steps and dragged the corpse Ajutsu into the wooden house.

This guy seems to be in a coma, but he is in very good physical condition. It should be something went wrong when he was fighting mentally with Byodoin Temple.

There was a touch of worry on Shinobu's face.

Although Mifune's approach to the Dao did not mean anything against Akutsu, in any case, the fact that Akutsu was in a coma was a concern in itself.

"Do not worry."

Nioh stepped forward and patted Shinzu's shoulder. If you say who has gained the most during this period, it must be him.

This sloppy alcoholic coach, although the training method is very strange and unique, I have to say that he can feel the effect most.

Not only the body, but even the spirit seems to have been baptized.

Nioh's eyes flickered slightly.

He also knows one thing that several other people don't know. On this mountain, besides them and the alcoholic coach, there is another terrifying guy hidden.

That terrifying mental strength machine, although only released once, made him who was training at that time, stiffly.

"Boys, remember to catch the bus at 8 tomorrow morning, or you can go back to Tokyo by yourself."

Just when a few people still wanted to say something, the rugged voice came from the wooden house again.

A few people's expressions crossed.

"What? Last time we asked us to fetch you water and bath, this time we want us to wash your clothes..."

Kikumaru complained, but his body subconsciously walked towards the pile of dirty clothes.

He naturally felt the benefits of this training, but he just wanted to vent his emotions more.

...

The night in the back mountain is quiet.

A silver moon casts a thin layer of gauze around Heart's End.

Byodoin Phoenix sat in front of a pool of water, his face was calm, his breath was long, and he completely lost his domineering and oppressive aura during the day.

He is cultivating his mind now, and at his current stage, the only thing he needs to do is to truly enter the final stage of another dimension.

Only in this way can he touch the last realm that Mifune told him, that is, the realm that the samurai Echizen Minajiro had reached more than ten years ago.

The god of tennis!

There was a sharp look in his eyes. Once in Europe, he had also met a man with such ambitions, the guy who was known as the staff of the king's German team and had perfect quality.

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