"He hopes that you, hurry away from Ganxi Province and don't fight!"

Tong Lei's face was solemn, and her tone was full of solemnity.

"Don't fight?"

Chu Yunfei grinned and said lightly: "Old man Tong, do you think that I will definitely lose?"

He knew very well that Yang Xuantong had the weight in the minds of Chinese martial artists, and it could be said that he was an invincible god, and his status in the martial arts world was unshakable. If you really want to talk about it, I'm afraid that even Long Jianfei in the capital is inferior.

And he, Chu Yunfei, is just a new supreme-level master, compared with Yang Xuantong, it is undoubtedly a world of difference, the two fight, almost no one will be optimistic about him, they all think that Yang Xuantong will win.

Tong Lei did not deny it, and continued: "Mr. Chu, grandpa said, you are still young, you have time, you don't have to fight for this moment!"

"This time Yang Xuantong made an appointment, you can't go, with your talent and talent, as long as you are given time, your strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, one day, it is not difficult for you to catch up with Yang Xuantong!"

She looked sincere, and she also hoped from the bottom of her heart that Chu Yunfei would not fight. In her heart, Chu Yunfei's battle was almost a sure defeat, and it was rumored in the martial arts world that Chu Yunfei killed several elders and young sect masters of the Ghost Puppet Sect, and Yang Xuantong, as the old sect master of the Shadow Puppet Sect, would definitely not give Chu Yunfei a way out.

In this way, a legend that is about to rise will fall in disgrace, and she really doesn't want to see this scene.

Chu Yunfei is so young, he already has the strength to stand out from the crowd, and there is a magic elixir like Long You Dan with immeasurable value, and the future is limitless, if he is killed by Yang Xuantong, it will really make people sigh.

Tong Lei looked at Chu Yunfei, hoping that Chu Yunfei would be able to judge the situation and make the wisest choice.

Chu Yunfei's eyes were gloomy and he smiled faintly.

"Thank you for my advice"

Tong Lei's eyes were overjoyed, she thought that Chu Yunfei had planned to listen to Tong Fuhai's advice, but Chu Yunfei's next sentence made her smile freeze.

"However, I will definitely be there in this battle, and I will never retreat!"

Tong Lei still wanted to say something, but Chu Yunfei had already closed the door and got out of the car and disappeared into the street, so she could only sigh faintly and drive back to Longyang.

"Yang Xuantong, ten days later, Yandang Mountain?"

Chu Yunfei stood on the top of a building, his eyes were long, looking down on all sides.

"In this world, no one can stop me!"

There was endless battle intent in his eyes, and he was also looking forward to this battle.

Others only know that Yang Xuantong dominates the Chinese martial arts world, and thirty years ago he was the first martial artist in China, invincible in the world.

But how many people know about his Chu Qingyu's ability?

Japan, in the middle of a large mountain in Kanagawa Prefecture.

A figure kept flashing through the mountains and forests, like a swift cheetah, like the wind.

He continued to soar and leap over the big trees, and finally came to the top of the mountain, revealing a young face.

On the top of the mountain, there is a thatched house, and before the young man walks quickly to the thatched house, he puts a long sword that is cut in two on the ground, and kneels down on one knee.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

In the hut, an old man in white sat cross-legged, his face was thin, his palms were dry, his hair was gray, and his flesh and skin were almost close to his bones.

But Soichiro Tezuka knew that the old man had been in this position for ten years.

In the past ten years, the old man has not eaten a drop of water, and the food and wine have not been touched, if it is not for the breath that is still there, Tezuka Soichiro almost thinks that he has died.

Who would have thought that this thin old man who sat in a thatched hut and meditated silently would make the Japanese sword saint Watanabe Kunimitsu, who was invincible in the past, invincible in the Japanese country, and brazenly challenged the Chinese martial arts world?

Watanabe Kunimitsu didn't move, his eyes were still closed, but his lips were slightly open.

"Your breath is vain, your mental state has fallen to a low point, and the fourth generation of ghosts has also been interrupted, this battle, it seems that you have lost!"

His voice sounded like a young man of twenty-three or fourteen years old, and an elderly man of sixty or seventy years old, very fantastic.

"Teacher, I have not lost to Liu Rushuang, her cultivation is only at the peak of the grandmaster level, and she is not my opponent!"

After Tazuka Soichiro finished speaking, he looked at Watanabe Kunimitsu and found that his face was still the same, and he didn't say a word, as if he was waiting for his next words, so he had to continue: "Liu Rushuang has been defeated by me, and when I was about to take her life, someone appeared halfway to stop me. ”

"The one who intervened halfway was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but his strength was unprecedentedly strong, and with two fingers, he blocked my full sword, and also broke the fourth generation of ghosts!"

Watanabe Kunimitsu's expression finally changed slightly at this moment, his eyes opened, and a stream of essence light shot out directly, and the mountain wall in front of him seemed to be slashed by an invisible blade, revealing a deep ravine.

Tezuka Soichiro was shocked in his heart, if he was like a trickling stream, then Watanabe Kunimitsu was like a vast ocean, unable to see the edge, unable to measure the depth.

"Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, two fingers blocked your sword, and he also broke the fourth day of the ghost?"

He looked interested.

"Ten years ago, I fought with Long Jianfei on the outskirts of the capital, and it was the most hearty battle I have ever encountered in my life. ”

"In that battle, I lost Long Jianfei's move, and the third-generation Ghost Che was also unable to bear it because of the long-term battle, and was broken by Long Jianfei's punch, and I fused hardware to tailor the fourth-generation Ghost Che for you, and the tenacity was even greater than that of the third generation of Ghost Che, and I wanted to break it with two fingers, and Long Jianfei ten years ago may not be able to do this?"

The more he spoke, the more sparkling his eyes became: "I really can't imagine that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy can break the fourth generation of ghosts with two fingers, could it be that in the past ten years, Huaxia has produced another genius supreme who has never been born in the world?"

Tezuka Soichiro's face was ashamed: "That young man, his strength has definitely reached the supreme level, I don't have the courage to fight him at all, so I can only choose to leave!"

"Ichiro-kun, don't worry too much!" Watanabe Kunimitsu said in a calm tone, "It is wise to choose to retreat in the face of an opponent who is absolutely impossible to defeat, and it is a fool's act to fight to the death bravely." ”

Kunimitsu Watanabe stood up, although his skin was dry, he was tall, and he was half a head taller than Soichiro Tezuka.

"In this battle, you have defeated Liu Rushuang, you have proved your strength, and the two disciples of Long Jianfei and I have already distinguished ourselves!"

He looked at Soichiro Tezuka with a smile on his face, the first smile Soichiro Tezuka had seen in nearly a decade.

"Yilangjun, the ten-year period has passed, and my appointment with Long Jianfei's disciple has been completed, tomorrow, you will return to Huaxia with me, and then meet all kinds of martial artists in Huaxia!"

Watanabe Kunimitsu's thin face showed a flying look that looked at the world, and he probed with one hand, and the fourth-generation oni who had been broken was sucked into the palm of his hand.

"Click!"

I saw that he held the palm of his hand, and then slowly spread it out, and the fourth-generation ghost sword blade, which was extremely sharp and could be divided into gold and iron, turned into granules of metal powder, and floated down from the tips of his fingers.

Tezuka Soichiro on the side, his face was awe-inspiring, Chu Yunfei broke the blade with two fingers, and Watanabe Kunimitsu actually broke the blade with one hand?

He was terrified, and hurriedly knelt down, he knew that from today on, the Japanese Sword Saint who used to be in the sky was back, and his cultivation was even stronger than ten years ago, almost like a god and a demon.

Watanabe Kunimitsu stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the east, his eyes were burning, a generation of Japanese sword saints, finally about to set foot in China again.