And looking at what Jimu Jiazuo meant, he was coming to find him and others. The three of them looked at each other, and their vitality was accumulated, and their aura gradually condensed. They were secretly warned.

"You guys, don't be nervous. I have no malice. I just sincerely invite Mr. Tang with the order of the third chief teacher of the Bumen Sect."

"Mr. Tang? Are you looking for Tang Ning?" He didn't feel the hostility of the other party, and his aura was extinguished. Zhou Yu was not calm, jumped up, took a big step back, and howled in a strange tone, "Damn God, this kid is really a hot commodity? Why do everyone look for him? A handsome guy like me is really going to be eliminated by the world? Damn, this world is too dirty. Yes, it is necessary to destroy and rebuild..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by Jiang Tao in the head. The latter looked coldly at Yoshimu Jiazo, "How do you know that his surname is Tang? Why did Asakusa Noyama find him? There is no suitable reason, Tang Ning will not follow you."

Yoshimu Jiazo didn't mind Jiang Tao's bad attitude, but instead bowed and said politely: "Young Master Jiang Tao, the grandson of Mr. Jiang Yansheng, the newcomer of Hongmen. The youngest second brother of the Hongmen in recent decades. There was an unpleasant situation in the morning. On behalf of Suzuki, I apologized to Young Master Jiang and Young Master Zhou. That was just a misunderstanding. No matter what requests the two of them had, the younger brother of the council."

Zhou Yu, who had recovered from seriousness, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Oh, Jimu, it seems that you have investigated us!"

Yoshimu Jiazu looked at Zhou Yu with a smile and nodded to see him, "Guizu Weng Xiaotiangong, and I, the old leader of the Wuyin Beichen Sect, also have a great friendship. I didn't know the identities of several people before, so I was offended. I'm sorry. Please accept Yoshimu's most sincere apology." After saying that, he bowed deeply at a standard ninety-degree degree.

"Forget it, Mr. Yoshimu, since it's a misunderstanding, it's good that everyone will talk. By the way, the one who was beaten by our brothers is called... Suzuki, right? How is he? Is it okay?"

"Thank you, Young Master Zhou, for your concern. Suzuki is not in any serious condition. She has been accompanied by someone and sent back to the country to recuperate."

It was not good to ask an old man to bend down to his young people on the street, but it was not good-looking. It made people think that it was wrong. Zhou Yu curled his lips, stepped back, and said nothing, and also grabbed Jiang Tao by the way. People have shown their family background and relationships, so we must not be able to do so, as if we lack education, right? It is not a problem to lose one's own people and one's face, but it is not perfect to lose one's elders and the Hongmen's face.

He and Jiang Tao leaned behind, Tang Ning stepped forward and stood up. Since he was here to find him, he should have come forward and greeted him in person.

But before he could speak, Yoshimu Kasa also took two steps, approached his side, and whispered: "Miss Junko is over there."

Tang Ning felt a little moved and understood. He nodded. He turned to Zhou and Jiang and the other two said, "You two go back first. I'll go there with this Mr. Jimu."

"Well, be careful. Call if you have something to do."

"Um."

Yeshan Asami's temporary residence is located in the western suburbs of Zhengzhou City, surrounded by a large villa area. It is a gathering place for the rich. Each villa has a large gap area, with plants and lush trees. There are also many artificial rockery stones built by artificially built. You can also hear the gurgling sound of the stream. The environment is remote and quiet, which is an excellent place to live. No wonder those rich people choose not to choose the bustling commercial area in the downtown area in the center of the city, but choose here.

The gray Honda sedan carrying Tangning approached the door of a villa on the east side, and the automatic door suddenly opened. The sedan slowly drove in. He stopped in front of the red brick and red walls, a pointed attic, and a three-story building with Gothic architectural style. Jimu Jiazo got off the car first and pulled the door for Tangning.

"please."

Tang Ning got out of the car, and Jiazo Yoshimu pointed to the red-brown carved wooden door and introduced: "Miss Junko and Teacher Noyama are inside. Tang Jun can go there by himself. I have something to do, so I will go over and deal with it first and come here later."

"Mr. Jimu, please."

After Yoshimu Kazusa left, Tang Ning did not rush in, but stood at the door and quietly looked at the surrounding environment.

There is one of the golden rules for walking in the world, that is, whenever you go to a strange place, don’t rush to take the next move. First look at the surrounding environment, secretly explore to see if there are any hidden dangers of insecurity. Only after everything is confirmed can you take the next move. Whether to advance or retreat, whether to walk or stay must be determined based on the actual situation.

I walked to the door and reached out to touch the door handle, but I didn't rush to twist the door handle and pulled the door, but stopped for a few seconds.

Sure enough, Tang Ning felt a hidden deep fluctuation keenly. Tang Ning sneered at the corner of her mouth. It is true that the other party was hiding very well, but his heart was not calm enough and calm enough. Although the breathing frequency only changed slightly, and the change was extremely short, almost in the blink of an eye, it was enough for the thoracist.

Tang Ning took a deep breath, pulled the door open and walked in. The scene in front of him suddenly changed.

There was no space above or below the ground, a white space with fog swelling, silent, silent, and dead space. The door behind him that was originally close to him was gone. He reached out and dug out. Tang Ning didn't dare to be careless, so he raised his mind and moved forward carefully.

Suddenly, a loud noise sounded, and the strong wind blew, and seven or eight iron chains as thick as children's arms were shot from all directions. The color was black and emitting a cold and cold breath. It was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it wrapped around Tang Ning's neck, waist and legs. If Tang Ning was not afraid of anything, now his spiritual power in his body was almost without any resistance and could only hide. Relying on his flexibility and speed, he was almost ghostly and dodged. He could dodge quickly, but the iron chains that were attacking were faster, as if they were alive, not only could they shoot directly, but could also turn halfway. There was no end, and the seven or eight chains, which were unknown, were woven into a chain net in an instant. The range covered the space of six or seven meters around. It made Tang Ning unable to advance, retreat, and hide. It seemed that he could only become a fish trapped by the net, a trapped fish struggling to survive.

...

In a spacious room on the innermost side of the first floor of the villa, there is almost no decoration inside. Only the large "Jing" character hanging on the east wall is the same size as the "Wu" character on the west wall. The two characters are more than ten meters apart and are opposite each other. There are three futons on the ground. They are divided into the left, center and right, and the host and guest seats. There are three people sitting in the middle. In the middle is Noyama Asakusa, who is temporarily the owner of this place, wearing a large, clean and spotless samurai robe that is as white as snow. The breath is long and the momentum is still steady. The first person on the right is a high-tie hair tie, as if he had traveled from the Edo period of Japan. He is thin and has a dry skin.

, with a pale complexion, a sick look, her thin cheeks and eye sockets were deep, her cheekbones were towering, her nose and thin lips, she saw his solemn expression, her thin hands and ten fingers were either butting, or pointing, or buckle or crossing. The change was too fast, so that she lost the shape of her hand, and the eyes were only flashing and changing phantoms. Sitting at the first place at the bottom left was Junko Kasahara, a disciple of the Qiankuo Temple who had saved her life by Tang Ning. Her hair was casually dispersed behind her shoulders, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she sat cross-legged, and her hands overlapped in front of her lower abdomen, returning to a little bloody color, but her beautiful face was still pale and pity-provoking.

"Your Excellency Yuanyi, how about it?"

Genyoshiro's eyes opened slightly, and he shook his head, his dry voice was like two stone mills polishing. "The body movement is remarkable, but this alone seems not enough to rescue Miss Junko from Chiyo Momura."

"Sunko?" Noyama Asakusa looked at Junko Kasahara who was sitting next to him with a sophisticated look.

"I believe him. Teacher Noyama, Senior Genyi, please forgive Junko for being disrespectful. I think this test is very unfair to Tang Jun. Tang Jun reshapes Junko's soul for several hours in a row, and his spiritual power has been exhausted. In this case, his strength has been greatly reduced, and ten percent of it cannot perform 10%."

"Haha, is Junko worrying about Tang Jun?" Noyama Asakus smiled slightly and said.

"Yes. Tang Jun is Chunzi's life-saving benefactor, Chunzi can't help but worry about him."
Chapter completed!