Izumi also sat opposite Mian Ma very casually, and he didn't care about the fact that he was older than Mian Ma.

Some people have an ability that makes you feel very immature in front of him, and face numbness is exactly this kind of person.

"At that time, when I was studying with Teacher Hades, I was still a little girl who could only lose kunai and let go of C-level ninjutsu, and I have experienced so much in the blink of an eye."

Izumi put his hands on the tea cup, feeling the heat of the tea, and reminiscing about the past.

Mian Ma smiled slightly, picked up the cup and took a sip slightly, and asked Xiang Quan:

"Today, you have also been promoted to the extreme realm, do you have any feelings?"

Izumi also picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said:

"I feel like I've broken through a certain limit now, I'm still getting stronger at any time, and I feel like there should be no bottleneck before moving on to the next level."

Mian Ma glanced at Izumi in surprise.

Combined with Shuizexi and his own situation, in his opinion, if he wants to break through the extreme realm and reach the soul realm, he must rely on external forces to break the shackles of his own race.

In a situation like Izumi, there was only one possibility he could think of:

"It seems that in the experience just now, your gains are far more than just advanced, can you tell me about what you have experienced?

The face leaned forward,

"I think you must have completed your own transformation in that time."

Izumi recounted his experience of entering the long river of time with him, and added at the end:

"At first, I felt like I could only move passively in the long river, but now it seems that I can choose where I want to be. It's just that we can only see the past that has happened in the long river, and we can't see the future. And..."

Izumi sighed rather regretfully, "And it can't change the established facts at all. ”

The tea in the mouth of the face mahjong was swallowed slowly, and the sweet and warm feeling made him feel refreshed, and he suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and slowly spoke:

"Maybe this is the reason why you can break through to the next realm without bottlenecks, although I also have a way to continue to be promoted, but your opportunity is really enviable."

"It's still up to Lord Mianma to bring me here, otherwise I..." Izumi shook his head with a smile, and his dark eyes rolled and he invited Mianma with interest:

"Do you want to experience the feeling of traveling through time?"

"Can I do it too?"

"Of course!"

As he spoke, Izumi stretched out his hand with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mian Mazi would not refuse such an invitation, and he did not hesitate to reach out and hold Izumi's hand firmly.

"Buzz!"

At the moment when the two hands clenched, the face felt that the colors in front of him had lost their original boundaries, like a dumped bucket of paint, and countless colors blended with each other.

"Wow~"

The murmuring sound of flowing water rang in my ears, and the colorful colors disappeared, and my face felt as if I was in an illusory river, drifting with the current.

Soon, however, there were patches of color blending in front of his eyes, and slowly the boundaries between the patches became clear...

Mia blinked, and he found that the two of them were still in the Land of Iron, still sitting in the tea table from before.

He lowered his head and stared at his hands that had been pulled down in transparency, as well as his whole body, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

He tried to touch the teacup in front of him with his hand, passing through it as expected.

Aside from the fact that he has turned into a phantom, the appearance and clothing of Miyama and Izumi have not changed in any way, but the surrounding environment is significantly different from before.

Although the objects and accessories around the area look new, the design and workmanship look like they were from 30 years ago.

At this time, two men dressed as samurai were overlapped on each of Misa's bodies.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and hurriedly got up and stepped aside.

He looked at one of them fixedly, and his face was quite familiar with the bushido:

"This is the Iron Country of a few decades ago, and the samurai sitting on the guest seat must have been Mifune when he was young, and the years are truly amazing!"

Compared with the old and emaciated Mifune in his memory, the current Mifune is undoubtedly much stronger, and Kong Wu's powerful body looks like a person who has practiced martial arts all year round.

"I heard Shang Yiyuan talk about his father's past before, and I just saw their images in the long river of time."

Izumi looked at the two people sitting next to the tea table and replied with a smile, "We are now observers of time and cannot do anything. ”

Mian Ma nodded slightly, he had just tried to use natural energy to change something, but it was clear that he had failed.

Now except for the fact that you can move yourself and break free from the state of being in history, the rest is outside the jurisdiction.

At this time, the attention of both was absorbed by another middle-aged samurai sitting opposite Mifune:

"Mifune, you are my best friend, and it should be my last wish before I die."

"Admiral Uesugi, your body..."

Mifune's expression moved slightly, and he hesitated not to continue.

"Hahaha, people are always born, old, sick and dead, and it is not my wish to have this terminal illness, although I still look like this middle-aged, but in fact, I am no different from the seventy or eighty-year-old man."

Uesugi Kenshin was smiling, but his eyes were full of sadness.

"Bang!"

His hands, which were originally lying flat on the table, suddenly made a fist with one hand and smashed into a sound, causing the pale green tea to splash out:

"Mifune! The highest glory of a samurai is to die in battle, challenge me, and then kill me! ”

"What about Gen Kazu-Chun and your wife?"

Mifune's brows furrowed, revealing a look of pain.

Uesugi Kenshin's face froze at first when he heard Mifune's words, but he quickly regained his firmness.

"My death may be good for their growth, but standing too high may not have a good future...

"At that time, I named them Gen Hechun in the hope that they could grow up safely in a place where there was plenty of water. Mifune, I'm gone, please excuse you..."

"Your wife is my wife, and your children are my children!"

The three boats leaned forward and assured with an excited expression.

Uesugi Kenshin smiled with relief and raised the teacup in front of him to Mifune:

"The future of the Iron Nation depends on you, my best friend Mifune."

Looking at the scene of the twilight of the hero in front of him, Quan couldn't help but turn his head and said in a sad tone:

"It turns out that the former general and Mifune are friends, and I don't think Mifune's easy-going appearance can do anything to challenge the general."

"He's just acting like that's in front of us.

"Over the years, the Iron Country has been able to maintain its neutrality and the recognition of the five major powers is indispensable to Mifune's iron-blooded means."

As he spoke, he was pulled directly through the walls of the house by Izumi, and the scene around him began to change.

A moment later, the world in front of him was fixed again, and the two of them were already in the ring in front of the Iron Country General's Mansion.

Mifune's long knife had been inserted into Uesugi Kenshin's chest, and the bright red blood slowly dripped down the blade, making it particularly dazzling in a white world.

Uesugi Kenshin laughed and fell back, Mifune lowered his eyes, his long hair slipping down to hide the pain and sorrow on his face.

"Father!"

A slightly immature voice penetrated into Mi Ma's ears.

He followed the prestige, and a boy who was no more than 5 or 6 years old, with pigtails, was running towards the middle of the field, although he was young, but his face was very hateful.

Behind the boy was a weeping woman with a sleeping baby girl in her arms.