Even busiest cities can see a sharp drop in traffic at night, and Tokyo is no exception. Driving in the city, Jin Cheng felt that the speed of the car was much faster, and he got on the highway after ten minutes. Entering the highway section, there are fewer vehicles and there are hardly other vehicles in sight. Jin Cheng stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the car drove fast, maintaining a speed of between 160 and 180 miles per hour, and it only took three hours to return to Ise City, Mie Prefecture.

Revisiting the old place, Jin Cheng has his own plans, and he doesn't want to tell Hong Yan, it is better for some people to know a little less.

He had already inquired about the residence of the Iga faction, and while the Iga faction patriarch had gone to Tokyo to participate in the encirclement and suppression of him, Jin Cheng was ready to go straight to Huanglong and go to the Iga faction's residence to have a look.

On a remote road, Jin Cheng parked the car in the dark and told Hong Yan to stay in the car and not open the door when anyone came.

Hong Yan nodded very obediently and didn't ask anything.

At three o'clock in the morning, just when the guards were prone to sleepiness, a figure appeared on the outskirts of the valley where the Iga faction was located.

This gourd-shaped valley is surrounded by cliffs, there is only one exit, during the day, the valley mouth prescription is two kilometers around and idlers are not allowed to approach, so when Jin Cheng came to step on the point, he just looked at it from a distance, under the cover of divine consciousness, it could not cover the entire territory of the valley, so he had a trip tonight.

The interior of the valley was huge, and Jin Cheng was standing near the door, barely able to cover the buildings inside with his divine sense.

In a hidden basement, he found a bronze mirror, which, on the surface, was nothing special, except that the traces of time were heavy, but based on the importance of it, Jin Cheng believed that at least the Iga sect worshipped it as a treasure.

As for whether it is an eight-point mirror, Jin Cheng can't conclude, according to the information found on the Internet, in comparison, the appearance is very similar, comprehensive analysis, there is eighty percent hope, it is the eight-point mirror.

In that case, there is nothing to hesitate about, let's do it!

The buildings in the valley are typical of the ancient Japanese architectural style, similar to those in Ise Jingu, but the security measures here are far from the same, and they are mostly guarded by manpower, and there are very few cameras.

The defense of the periphery was useless to Jin Cheng, and he came to the basement without much effort, and in the entire valley, that is, this basement could be regarded as heavily defended.

In addition to the eight guards on the ground who were subdued by Jin Cheng and had reached the strength of the middle ninja, there were four upper ninjas below, sitting around the booth where the bronze mirror was enshrined.

The secret door to enter the basement is bolted with a bolt from below, and if the people inside don't come out, the people outside can't get in, unless it's a brute force. Once you force your way in, you will trigger an alarm system, and you will face the encirclement and suppression of the entire Iga faction.

It seems that they have abandoned most of the high-tech products and focused on human guards, which seems to be a very stupid method, but if you think about it carefully, it is a very effective and safe measure, no matter how good the theft technology is, it is impossible to take that mirror in front of them without absolute strength.

If it was normal, Jin Cheng would definitely give up, the Iga faction had a tennin in charge, and even if he could get that mirror, he wouldn't be able to escape. However, tonight is different, Iga Patriarch has already arrived in Tokyo, and it is too late to fly back.

Although there are no less than ten Shangnin in the valley of the Iga faction, so what?

A sword cut the iron deadbolt, the alarm sounded, the valley boiled, and many people in underwear picked up weapons and ran out. The ninjas of the Iga faction know that the siren will only sound when the treasure of the town faction is in danger, and once it sounds, everyone must be prepared desperately.

Jin Cheng didn't care what the chaos was outside, he opened the secret door, walked down the steps into the basement, and closed the secret door casually.

In front of the Yachigami table, there were four black-clothed ninjas standing side by side, all of them with their knives out of their sheaths, ready to fight.

Jin Cheng didn't care about them for the time being, but first destroyed all the monitoring facilities with hidden weapons to ensure that he did not leave the video data of his battle, that is, in order not to reveal the identity of the cultivator.

The four ninjas quickly dispersed and surrounded Jin Cheng in the middle, they didn't care about any martial arts rules, they came up to besiege, and the four cold sword lights or slashed or stabbed all greeted Jin Cheng's vital point.

"Jingle bell."

The four high-quality katanas were broken in two one after another, and the four shinobi looked at each other on the broken blade, and before they could react, Jin Cheng's counterattack began. There is no fancy way to attack, just a flying sword to cut the head, back and forth.

From the beginning to the end of the battle, it took a total of one minute, and an average of fifteen seconds to kill a Shangnin, Jin Cheng was satisfied with this result.

Under the flying sword, the body and head are separated, the stumps and broken arms are everywhere, and the basement is a hell on earth.

Jin Cheng was able to control the flying sword to attack the enemy when he was at the seventh level of Qi refining, but after his cultivation was promoted to the ninth level of Qi refining, it was completely two concepts, and when he used the sword to kill the enemy, the speed of the sword flying in the air increased by two times, which was far more than the speed of the bullet ejecting the chamber, which was also the reason why he easily killed his peers in an instant.

Looking at the blood stains all over the ground, Jin Cheng frowned slightly, and jumped forward to the side of the booth.

The booth is a wooden circular table, about one meter in diameter, and in the middle of the table is a semi-circular glass cover about one foot in diameter, and there is a tray in the cover, on which is the copper mirror.

After a close look, Jin Cheng could be sure that this bronze mirror had no other value except for its age, to be honest, he was a little disappointed, he originally thought that he could make a magic weapon, at least it was a spiritual weapon or something, but he didn't expect it to be just an antique of unknown value.

But since he came, it was impossible to return empty-handed, even if he brought the bronze mirror back and inlaid it on the lintel as a thing to ward off evil spirits in the town, or gave it to children as a toy, he couldn't leave it for the ghosts. In short, I want to disgust the Iga faction, and I will have the opportunity to attack the Miyamoto family again in the future, anyway, none of those who want to deal with themselves can be let go.

Tried to remove the glass cover with his hands, but found that there was a trap lock inside, and the glass cover was actually made of bulletproof glass, Jin Cheng was reluctant to use the flying sword to split it, for fear that the blade would be damaged, in fact, his worry was completely unnecessary, let alone bulletproof glass, even if it was steel, it could still be split, and the blade would not be damaged in the slightest.

The flying sword itself is made of special material, with super hardness and toughness, coupled with the user's infusion of enough aura, which makes it multiply its power, and it is almost indestructible against known substances on the earth.

Jin Cheng, who was cautious, broke through from under the table, dug a hole in the wooden table, and took out the bronze mirror from it.