This group of people who came over, with Young Master Mitsui as their respect, their commanding and empty-eyed demeanor already explained everything.

"Useless waste!"

Young Master Mitsui snorted coldly and waved his hand gently, and the two of them hurriedly stepped aside, blood flowing all over the ground.

The wounds on their bodies were not faked, in order to win the trust of others, they were really fighting for their lives, and then they were slapped away by Zhou Ya's palm, and the injuries were even worse, even an ordinary high school student could kick them over.

"You guys, how do you see through it!" Young Master Mitsui looked over coldly, he was very strange, this trick was to use the blind hatred of the Chinese people for the Japanese Empire's 'hatred of the rich', tried and tested repeatedly, every time he succeeded, he had already collected a lot of treasures, but he didn't expect to fail, he had to figure it out, and then learn a lesson, he was one of the heirs of the Mitsui Group, no matter what he did, he must be extreme and perfect, and no flaws were allowed!

Soldiers, old professors, how could they answer his questions at this time, not to mention that they didn't know the answer even if they wanted to, because it was a little girl who did it.

"Who are you?!" The soldier's gun was raised again, firmly locking on to the young master Mitsui who was seven or eight meters away.

"Hahahaha!" Young Master Mitsui laughed and proudly introduced himself, "Who am I?" I'm the Great Japanese Imperial Mitsui Chrysanthemum Chop! ”

"Poof~"

"Hahaha!"

"Chrysanthemum...... Also chop? Hahaha......"

"Why don't you chrysanthemum remnants, poof~ I can't help it, hahaha!"

The archaeological team members in the secret room heard such a strange name, they really didn't give any face to international friends, and they laughed out loud when they held their stomachs, this laughter was very magical, and it seemed to be full of taunting skills, and the face of the young master Mitsui on the opposite side was becoming more and more gloomy, and the fluorescent lights seemed to be a demon who chose people to devour.

"What a rude race!" A middle-aged man in a kimono suddenly stepped out of the crowd, bowed ninety degrees at Young Master Mitsui, and said, "Young Master Mitsui, please allow me to fight for the honor of the Mitsui family!" ”

"Well, go ahead and don't let me down!" Young Master Mitsui said coldly.

"Bound to kill these barbarians!" The middle-aged man in the kimono straightened up, and the killing intent on his face drifted towards the opposite side like substance.

The laughter of the archaeological team members stopped suddenly, their throats seemed to be choked by killing intent, and they couldn't laugh, inexplicably feeling that things were big, but as descendants of China, they were unforgiving.

"Barbarians? You're a barbarian! ”

"Your whole family is a barbarian!"

"Count the eighteen generations of your ancestors, all of them are barbarians!"

"Idiots are idiots in their eyes, barbarians are all barbarians in their eyes, and it's clear who is a barbarian!"

"The island country dares to say such things, it's really windy, and I'm not afraid of flashing your barbaric tongue!"

The more they talked, the more energetic they became, but they didn't see that the soldiers next to them were already sweating on their foreheads, and their hands holding guns were a little sweaty.

They are soldiers, soldiers who have been on the battlefield on the border, but they are not those new soldiers.

They have rich experience and strong psychological quality, and they can calmly deal with even the most powerful enemies and die calmly!

But now, their palms are sweaty, and their feet and stomachs are weak, which is an instinctive reaction of the body, and has nothing to do with the will.

Because the killing intent of the person on the other side is too strong, it is definitely not something that can be cultivated by killing one person or two people, and without one hundred and eighty people, it is impossible to develop such a terrifying killing intent.

"You...... It's a ninja?! ”

"Yes, it's a bit of insight!" The middle-aged man in the kimono smiled coldly, "My name is Matsushita Kaede, and I am a shinobi of the Iga school in Japan!" ”

The Iga school is considered a big school in Japan, with many ninjas under its door, and each of them is murderous, and in one sentence it is described as not going crazy and not living.

They are the sharpest and most cruel shurikens, and once thrown out, they will definitely see blood!

"Ninja? Is there really a ninja? ”

"Don't scare the people."

The members of the archaeological team, after coming here, have more or less come into contact with the dark world, and know that Japanese ninjas are inhuman beings similar to Chinese warriors.

"Your Excellency, don't forget, this is the land of China, and you dare to kill people here?!" The old professor stood up and looked at him with justice and awe, "Those who offend me in Huaxia will be punished even if they are far away!" ”

Young Master Mitsui suddenly smiled viciously when he heard this: "Really? Then I'll wait and see if you can punish me! ”

Matsushita Kaede's eyes lit up and he shot decisively!

He stroked his hands behind his waist, and two shurikens appeared in his palms and swirled and danced.

Bang bang bang!

The soldiers here are still polite to you and shoot directly.

Matsushita Kaede's eyes narrowed slightly, not only did he not retreat, but he faced the fire, and the two shurikens in his hand frantically blocked, and they swept away all the bullets that were fired at him.

"Whew!"

Matsushita Kaede's movements were very fast, far beyond the limits of human beings, and the shuriken danced even more impermeable, and a few ups and downs had already crossed the distance of eight meters and appeared in front of them.

"This won't work!"

"Disperse!"

The soldiers retreated, but the submachine guns in their hands were like rusty knives, and they couldn't cut them down.

The archaeological team members next to them had their eyes glazed out.

The submachine gun strafing of several soldiers was actually blocked by two shurikens of such a short amount, which simply shattered their three views.

A few young people even showed yearning in their eyes, thinking about what it would be if they could become ninjas!

Matsushita Kaede can become a ninja, his physical fitness is definitely very good, and the overall situation is not bad, he rushed up for a while, and he has already taken in the expressions of the archaeological team members, the old professor and those soldiers.

He had a hideous look on his face, these people, the tricky ones were those soldiers, but in front of him, the middle ninja, they were really weak!

According to the division of strength, Japan's middle ninja is in Huaxia, which is equivalent to a dark power master, and the upper ninja is a master of chemical strength!

A dark master against a group of archaeological team members plus a few soldiers with submachine guns is really easy to capture.

Matsushita Kaede even began to think about how to burn these hateful Chinese people later, but he ignored a nine-year-old girl next to him and wanted to walk directly past her.

There is a saying in Huaxia that when walking the rivers and lakes, you should be careful of three kinds of people, namely monks, the elderly, and children.

Therefore, Panasonic maple overturned in the gutter, and it turned over fiercely!

Zhou Ya's right hand is full of sunshine power, and the left hand is moonlight qi, gently imprinted on Matsushita Kaede's waist and abdomen, the power of yin and yang instantly invaded, frantically destroying his internal organs, almost in an instant, Matsushita Feng was tossed to the point that he couldn't live or die, like a boiled skin shrimp, and fell the wall on the right side of the tomb, and it took three seconds before he rolled down from the wall and was silent.

"A maximum of two episodes on TV like you!" Zhou Ya clapped her hands, very calm.

Everyone was a little confused.

"It's ......"

"Won't it?"

The archaeological team members rubbed their eyes and looked at Matsushita Kaede, who shrunk into a skin shrimp a few meters away.

It turns out that ninjas are nothing more than that, compared with our Chinese warriors, no, they can't be compared, we can beat you ninjas into this virtue with a nine-year-old girl, it's not too easy and happy!

The young man who was thinking about becoming a ninja just now was even more distressed, eager to slap himself twice, be a hairy ninja, and be a martial artist directly, and he could overthrow them in three years!

(End of chapter)