"Owner!"

"The owner is not good!"

"Someone kicks the house!"

As soon as Kiko walked into the temple, a male disciple named Okawa Xiong Da rushed in.

Dachuan Xiong Da was dirty, with many scratches on his arms and chest, but he didn't see any blood.

Obviously, I was not seriously injured.

Although Xiong Da is an outer disciple of the Taoist temple, he has been here for almost two years and is ranked among the outer disciples.

It is precisely for this reason that the old owner of the temple will leave him to deal with the matters in the outer temple.

However, Xiong Da unfortunately encountered a cruel problem today.

The old owner who originally planned to guide Kiko to learn swordsmanship had to stop seeing Xiong Da's appearance.

"You two, take your senior brother Xiong to the back to apply medicine."

The old museum owner greeted two disciples, apologized to Kiko, and then left the temple.

Then, a group of personal disciples followed.

And all the disciples in the temple stayed.

This is a rule set by the old museum owner. Anyone who has kicked a restaurant and caused trouble will not be allowed to participate.

On the one hand, they are not strong enough, and on the other hand, they are afraid that they will be strong and strong.

However, Qing Anran and Kiko were not originally from the temple, so they did not need to abide by these regulations.

So, the two of them looked at each other and followed them out.

The outer dojo of Mamiya Dojo is considered to be relatively large in Toshima District.

It consists of the central dojo and two martial arts stages.

Now, in the central dojo, the old owner is confronting the party who is kicking the hall.

However, he did not expect that the person who came to play the house was just a young man in his twenties.

"Only you?"

Next to the old owner of the museum, my senior brother Tian Sakada asked in a deep voice.

"Isn't it enough for one person?" The man who was kicking the hall carried a wooden knife and looked disdainful: "Are you planning to fight in groups or fight one by one? Speed ​​up, don't be fooled."

Faced with such a provocation, none of the disciples responded.

I couldn't see any color on my face, but I just bowed respectfully to the old museum owner.

"Master, do you want Junior Brother Ninth to solve the problem?"

The ninth junior brother I mentioned is called Mizu City. He is not very old but his strength is quite good.

Wucheng is obsessed with swordsmanship, but he is a competitive person, so his reputation in the dojo is actually not very good.

But such people are the most suitable for dealing with things like kicking a club.

As for him, he also enjoys doing this kind of thing.

The old restaurant owner stroked his beard and responded to the matter.

"Big me, please remind Wucheng more. This stupid cross with a big gold chain may be the recently rumored hunter in the dojo, so he doesn't have to stop."

"Don't worry, Master."

After Tasaka Dai, I took a look at the man who was kicking the restaurant, and couldn't help but frown and walked behind.

Soon, Wucheng curled his mouth and walked out of the crowd with a wooden knife with a look of anticipation.

There are basically a few times a month when people come to the Magua Dojo to play the hall.

Not many people can get his turn to take action.

On this basis, there are very few people who can make him feel happy.

But today, even the master told him not to leave any backup, which shows that this person's strength is definitely good.

"I'm going to go!"

Wucheng shouted loudly, like a berserker out of the cage, rushing up with his sword.

This knife was very fast, without any drag, and it stabbed the man's wrist.

However, the straight stab is actually just a feint.

The purpose is to get the enemy back to defense.

And in the gap between defense, he can shoot a fatal blow!

Wucheng has been practicing this move for a long time, and it has been tried and tested.

Success!

Wucheng had already seen the man's upset to return to defense and was overjoyed.

when--

A sound of wood hitting sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a wooden sword flew out behind the crowd.

After a moment of silence on the field, a commotion soon came.

"Mist City... lost?"

"How come it ended so soon?"

"Even if the senior brother takes action, Wucheng wouldn't lose so badly!"

Behind the crowd, Qing Ran stared at the man who was kicking the hall.

The wooden sword had already flew over, and he didn't go and take a look.

It was not until Mu Jian was approaching that he turned his head and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

This is like a conditioned reflex, exceeding the ordinary cleanliness.

From beginning to end, Kiko did not take action.

He neither reminded Qing Anran nor stopped the wooden sword for him.

Just stood quietly aside.

Looking into Qing Anran's eyes.

In those eyes, countless sword lights were flashing by.

Among these sword lights, there is another one that is particularly dazzling.

It seems to be fighting against all the other swords...

……………………………………

"Two more!"

"Two more!"

"Everything is given to me, it doesn't matter if I kill her!"

In the Giant Pillar Forest, there were already ten gargoyles surrounding Gary.

But even so, they still failed to catch Gary.

While Gary was dealing with them, his messy body movements gradually became arrangements, and the stone hammers were no longer smashed out randomly.

The gargoyle stepping on Too Jiang was completely angry.

It's about three o'clock in the afternoon now.

That time was the strongest time of the sun.

At that moment, even the dark forest of giant pillars would usher in sunshine.

Once the sun shine comes, they will turn back into stone statues.

Time passes minute by minute.

She can no longer wait.

Decided to take action personally.

But just as she was about to leave the woman and rush down, she suddenly realized that her wings could not be moved!

What's even more strange is that she saw the woman who was originally pressed by her, and was now pressing on her!

"You...what did you do!"

The gargoyle quickly looked to both sides, and his hands and feet were no longer locked in stone.

These stone locks seem to grow from stone pillars.
To be continued...