"Are you alright?" the Dumb Fur King asked worriedly when he saw that the magician was gone, and looked at the blood marks on his body after the trotting Xiao Yu was gone.

"It's okay, why are you here?"

"Miscellaneous cultivators, this king is not worried about you, hum. ”

"You've got your inner activity written on your face, okay? ”

"If the king says no, he doesn't!"

"Chengchengcheng, you..... Wow. ”

Xiao Yu suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, half-kneeling on the ground, the wings on his back kept falling hair, and a large amount of fishy blood flowed out of his pores.

It looks like a white chicken that has been dehaired by boiling water.

"Headache, where is this?" Xiao Yu rubbed his head, in an unknown town, it seemed out of place in this era.

"The hidden dungeon is on, the duel of the Juggernaut. ”

Background of the dungeon: Because Miyamoto Musashi was called the world's first sword master by the ronin swordsman at the time, Sasaki Kojiro intended to compete with him.

Mission Objectives: First, defeat Sasaki Kojiro and prevent him from dueling with Miyamoto Musashi, so that Miyamoto Musashi's two days and one will be lost. (Optional)

Second, defeat Miyamoto Musashi, so that he could not decide the victory with Sasaki Kojiro, and was charged with eternal crimes, so that the first-class sword skills of the second day were lost. (Optional)

3. ,??? (open when conditions are met, optional)

"Who's messing with me? Who is not upgrading and maintaining now, how can he come out to make trouble?" Xiao Yu picked up some change from the ground next to him, bought a ronin costume in the roadside shop, and dressed it neatly.

"Let you do it, what so much nonsense, it's not that it doesn't give you benefits. An obscene voice sounded, and Xiao Yu also recognized who was messing with him.

"Are all of you idle to the point of exploding? So many newcomers don't do it, you have to me every day? Are you interesting?" Xiao Yu was a little short of breath.

It wasn't until one day later that he realized that being a god was really idle enough to explode, and he had been torturing the same person to watch his crazy and helpless expression and fry chicken.

But that's another story.

There aren't many BBs left for that broken main god, so he directly signaled what he should do.

"Cut, Lao Tzu a sword...... Eh, what about my sword, what about my sword?!" Xiao Yu saw that the old thing ignored him, and was about to smash the Yellow Dragon directly, taking the lives of the two with one sword, and preparing to take out the Blood Dragon Sword between his backhands, but he couldn't take it out for a long time.

Xiao Yu is helpless, this is without a blade, you let me play a ghost?

There was no way, Xiao Yu had to find a ronin nearby and "borrow" a knife to use.

On the side of the bamboo bridge, on the river waves, a ronin was knocked unconscious and thrown aside, the knife used to rob his body was touched, and the map was gone, only the money bag was still intact and tied to the inside of his clothes.

"Yanliu Island is only three kilometers away from here, so judging by the urine nature of those bastards, I should only have a day to travel, and I can't delay any longer. Xiao Yu looked at the map that the ronin had touched and said.

The distance of three kilometers may take half a day for ordinary reincarnators, but for Xiao Yu, it only takes three minutes to run.

In an instant, Xiao Yu had already arrived at Yanliu Island, standing alone on the bamboo forest, reflected in the moonlight, with huge wings, a recorder on his waist and a fan in his hand, which looked different.

At Xiao Yu's feet, a large number of swordsmen have gathered, waiting for a battle for the ages.

But they were attracted by the feathers on their heads.

"Is that a tengu?" Countless people have asked questions, but they already know the answers in their hearts.

"Your whole family is a bald donkey!" In Japan, tengu are all monks, and Xiao Yu has been extremely disgusted with Taoist priests, monks and Zen masters since he was a child.

The recorder played the music of death, the fan in his hand set off the rolling wind and waves, and the sharp black feathers danced with the storm, gently but silently tearing at the places they could.

As the number of people present shrank, Xiao Yu's anger was also suppressed.

In the end, only one blue-haired young man survived, not only unscathed, but also looked very indifferent, sitting elegantly on the side and sipping tea.

Xiao Yu knew that that person was one of the targets, Kojiro Sasaki.

And where is Miyamoto Mushi?