Sato looked at the head in his hand, and there was a roar in his head, like a drumstick. He couldn't believe that he had actually beheaded his teacher, Fuso's Ninja God Hattori.
This was a man who was called a god in Fuso. When he made the move, he still had some fear and regret in his heart. What if the teacher discovered this move? What if the move failed?
Sato breathed a long sigh of relief and said silently in his heart: The teacher didn't notice, and I have successfully beheaded him.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile. With Hattori Zenkura's head, he could take credit in front of General Tanbu, and then use the power of the samurai to take over the teacher's ninja. Then wouldn't he become the new ninja?
The Ninja God!
No, he wants to become a more powerful person than the God of Ninja, he wants to become the daimyo of Fuso, he wants to become a lord, a hero who dominates the area!
The roar in his mind, as well as the regrets and fears in his heart gradually disappeared, replaced by excitement, joy and longing for the future. All good things were waving to him, and everything seemed to be going smoothly according to his vision.
——Except for the missing whirlpool.
"After I go back, I have to find the dagger that symbolizes the status of the sect master. I don't know where this old guy put the sect master's token!" Sato thought like this, and looked at the heads of Hattori in his hand again. This time
, he no longer had any fear, and there was even a hint of joking and ridicule on his face.
"Old guy, weren't you the least optimistic about me before? But what's the use of not being optimistic about me? You've already died in my hands, and the foundation you built will also fall into my hands. Don't worry,
I will carry forward the way of ninja."
As he said this, he juggled all the heads in the Hattori warehouse in his hand like a ball. He was so happy!
Meet Kowloon Tavern.
Yan Zhuo's chest and back were stained red with blood. He was kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. Liu Qingfeng and the other three people on the side looked worried and were busy looking for medicine for Yan Zhuo to stop the bleeding.
"I have golden sore medicine!" Guan Mingyue said.
"What's the use of the golden sore medicine? The wound is so deep that if the golden sore medicine can't stop it, you'll need stitches." Liu Qingfeng said.
"Stitches?" Wang Zhanjin said, "The stitches need to be sterilized, and we need to get wine!"
"That wine is poisonous, don't use it!" Qingfeng and Mingyue hurriedly stopped her.
Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth, his flawless face now looked even paler without the blood, and his eyes were bloodshot from the pain: "Don't worry, I'm fine, this little injury can't hurt my life, Mingyue, go and get it done."
Pick up Hattori's corpses from all the warehouses and take them back. We will still have use for them in the future. His apprentice killed his master, and we have to leave evidence."
As he said this, he looked at Liu Qingfeng and said, "Put the white clouds in my arms on the wound. This is the secret healing medicine Luo Tao gave me. It'll be fine."
"But you've lost so much blood, how can you still say you're fine?" Guan Mingyue asked with concern.
Yan Zhuo smiled: "I didn't expect Hattori Quancang to have such a move. I couldn't resist it for a while."
Hattori's full warehouse lives up to the name of the god of ninja. The colorful and colorful shapes are so weird and strange that they can actually hurt from the front to the back. The eight daggers fly around. There may be blades everywhere in all directions. They are caught off guard.
It’s also impossible to guard against.
Besides, his divine strike is so powerful that it is unparalleled in the world of Jiuzhou.
"But Hattori Quancang died like this. These two moves of his can be regarded as unique skills." A trace of loneliness suddenly appeared in Yan Zhuo's eyes, "And he was beheaded by his apprentice. It is really ironic. He avenged his apprentice, but in the end he was killed.
The apprentice killed..."
As the saying goes, heroes cherish heroes, and sometimes opponents cherish opponents. A good opponent can not only sharpen you, but also allow you to see things and things you have never seen before, find goals for progress, and become a better yourself.
Qingfeng Mingyue, Zhanjin and the other three were also startled, sighing at the fate of Hattori Quancang: "Oh, this man is really pitiful..."
Yan Zhuo nodded and said, "Yes, let's go. It's over, let's go back to the camp."
