Xie Dingnan took Zhang Hao and the two to a town, and visually measured the scale of more than 3,000 people.

"It's... Are they all members of the Iga family? Zhang Hao asked Su Man.

"Of course, there is more than that, it is estimated that there is a difference between core and peripheral disciples, and it is estimated that there are many core disciples in it, that is, blood orthodox clansmen."

Zhang Hao was shocked, it seemed that there was some trouble, and there were inevitably a few top masters among so many people.

I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time, it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening, and they could only take one step at a time.

The men and women of the town were all dressed ordinary, and they even looked a little rustic compared to the people on the streets, but perhaps this was to cover up something.

I had just come in, and I hadn't taken a few steps inside, and there were more than a dozen strong men, their clothes couldn't be simpler, with thin white shoulders on top and pants on the bottom a bit like the wide practice clothes of China.

A dark-haired man in his 20s wearing sunglasses walked out of the crowd behind him and stepped forward to shake hands with Zhang Hao and Su Man.

First of all, it is naturally very high Zhang Proud's hand, seeing that people are so enthusiastic, just hold it, who knows that the little devil used a lot of energy.

Zhang Hao sneered, it seemed that this guy had a feeling of disrespecting the allies when he came over with sunglasses, and dared to put pressure on him.

That Xie Dingnan's expression was already very nervous in the back, he knew that this man broke his arm bones with one move, how powerful it was, but his Iga family's hospitality has always been like this, and it has always been difficult to treat Chinese.

The men, women and children who were preparing to watch the jokes around showed more or less sarcasm one by one, their knowledge was not short-sighted, they knew that there was a tribe of gods in China, and they often investigated the members of it, so after learning that it was not Xingchen or Hong Sheng, they all felt a lot more relaxed.

Sure enough, as they expected, the Chinese young man wanted to pull his hand out, and after trying it twice, the man's hand in sunglasses did not move at all, and he was about to look forward to watching a good show.

It's a pity that the script is not as they imagined, Zhang Proud's expression is still light, and the hand of the man in sunglasses gradually trembled, and then huge drops of sweat fell down his cheeks.

Finally, Zhang Hao sent his hand over, looked at the other party's unconscious right hand and smiled lightly, "Brother's hand strength is really not small, it's better to be ashamed..."

It was like a slap in the face, but they couldn't get too excited.

The man in sunglasses breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Our patriarch wants to see you, please come with me." ”

Although I still can't see the expression, I can hear that the tone of the words is quite polite.

Regarding the information about the patriarch, I heard Zhao Wu say when I was about to leave that the old patriarch is estimated to be more than 100 years old this year and has a tough physique, but recently the old state has been revealed very quickly, but don't underestimate this old man.

It's about to be a simple centenarian, "It's a legend to say about this man," Su Man whispered as he spoke.

"Oh?"

"Our chief instructor, a god-like man was actually injured by him and others, do you say it's a legend?" Suman Road.

In fact, Zhang Proud of the old instructor's concept is not deep, he just knows that he can gather so many powerful people together, and he can also be protected by a certain amount of state, this old instructor is either superior in force, or has power, it is obvious that he belongs to the first category.

"What's the use of being able to fight, it's not half buried in the soil now." Zhang Hao's voice was not loud, Su Man actually wanted to laugh when she heard it, she found that since she came into contact with this person, her emotions could always be affected by him.

The patriarch lived in a large old villa that looked a little dilapidated on the surface, but it was a sturdy building, as is always the case in Japanese architecture.

The interior of this villa is unusual, and there are many rooms here.

……

The villa has three floors, Zhang Hao sees that this is clearly a hotel, these rooms on the first two floors are full of people, and it looks like a villa on the third floor.

The third floor consisted mainly of a living room and several rooms, all owned by the patriarch, some of whom he sometimes gave to his direct descendants to live in, and which were not mentioned here.

Zhang Hao and Su Man were directly taken to the third floor by the man in sunglasses.

After comprehending the crowded space downstairs, they only showed a surprised expression on the third floor, and when they reached the top, they realized that this pattern was designed like this to protect the convenience of the old patriarch.

The two of them sat down in the living room, and the man in sunglasses knocked on the door of a room.

After a while, the door opened, and an old man stepped out.

The two hurriedly got up.

As soon as the old man came out, Zhang Hao felt uncomfortable.

It was an indescribable weird feeling, the old man seemed to have some powerful ability, and that ability was different from Zhang Hao's strength, or it was counterproductive.

For a while, Zhang Hao's face turned pale, Su Man saw that something was wrong, and touched him with his arm, and Zhang Hao came out of a strange palpitation.

The centenarian was smiling at them and sat across from them.

"Don't look inhibited, just sit down and treat this place as your home." As soon as the words fell, Zhang Hao sat down, and Su Man gave him a blank look before he sat down.

"Patriarch, you're in good health, hehe." Zhang Hao came to such a sentence without yin or yang, he always remembered his task, Zhao Wu told him, the so-called Iga family, is really not a good family, and he doesn't care about him making some moves during the competition.

Since it is said that this family is not friendly, then the head of this family is naturally the leader, coupled with the feeling that his energy gave him just now, Zhang Hao has reason to believe that the old man opposite is by no means a kind person.

"Young man, I heard that the bloody Fang Gang broke one of my grandson's arms as soon as they met, and he really deserves to be the person of the mysterious Oriental Killer!" The old patriarch said with a smile.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, what does this old man mean? That decadent man turned out to be his grandson, how many grandsons does he have, how many sons, how will the old man deal with him?

The above conversation was translated by Su Man.

Zhang said proudly: Anyway, you have to tear your face, you might as well let go of it.

"How many direct descendants do you have?" Zhang Hao asked.

"Good question, I have two sons, the eldest son has three children, and the second son is not married, young man, don't you mean that if I have a few offspring, I will kill a few, right?" The patriarch said, his expression not changing much, still smiling a little.

"Saugasinai, I just want to be with you...... Fight to the end! ”

Su Man, who was translating, suddenly felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more weird, why was this pride so arrogant, and what capital did he have? Originally, she didn't want to translate this sentence anymore, but I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Zhang Hao actually said a Japanese word, so she couldn't change the word if she wanted to.