Ryoko Muto is not dead.??? ｗｗ?ｗ?．?

Walking on the bloody streets, looking at the little girl's facial features deformed by fear in front of him, Xiang Ji suddenly felt a little excited, how similar this was to what he experienced in the Chu and Han worlds.

At a closer look, this suspected Japanese student girl is even younger, and she is only about 15 or 6 years old with her experience. Alas, why bother? You actually want to commit suicide? Xiang Ji turned the muzzle of the gun in the little girl's hand upwards at the last moment, and the gun went off, and the person was fine.

But in Muto's opinion, all this is not like that. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she fainted without taking a breath. Xiang Ji was speechless.

Didi, Di——! Xiang Ji, who was holding the little girl's body, heard the long prompt sound of the watch, which was a move in his heart, and called up the detection function that he used for the first time after becoming a reincarnation martial artist.

Name: Sakura Muto (Ryoko Muto)

Age: 15.6 years old

Soul Strength: 1.7 standard units

Identity: Orphan, student at Tokyo Imperial University in Japan, reserve agent of the secret service Take

Combat power: O.O18 (measured based on the combat effectiveness of the reincarnation warrior himself)

Personal Experience: ...... (Soul Replay Message)

Personality and Characteristics: ......

Meets the corresponding standards and can be absorbed!

A series of information was projected on Xiang Ji's retina, and in an instant he had a considerable understanding of the little girl in front of him. Is this the Lord God going to absorb this newcomer? He hadn't experienced this kind of battle when he entered the space.

"Is this asking me to recruit new people? What should I do? Xiang Ji asked.

[You don't have to do anything, just leave it to me]

[But just to my surprise, you didn't do anything, I thought you would kill all the enemies] said playfully.

"No, have I killed fewer people?" Xiang Ji sighed.

"It's just a little girl, I'm not a murderer, and besides, they didn't take advantage of it today, did they?"

[Aren't you the kind of pity you humans say?] The sky teased.

"Hehe, maybe. I watched a replay of this little girl's life when I was investigating just now, and she is not an ordinary person. Tsk, a 15-year-old college student and agent, a genius. "Although the main city is not a good place, it is better than her continuing to be a spy. But what are you going to do here?" asked Xiang Ji.

[Rest assured, how many years of the process, to ensure that the drip does not leak.] Just look at your feet.]

When is there a female corpse with bullet holes in her chest on the ground, looking at the figure, isn't this the little girl that Xiang Ji just saved? Looking at the girl in his arms, I don't know when the body has blurred and disappeared, exactly the same as the plane teleportation situation he has seen in the main city.

Now the situation that people here are seeing will be that a Japanese female agent commits suicide in fear of crime, and the good man Master Xiang can't stop it. Everything makes sense, doesn't it?] Firmament said in a teasing tone.

"How did this corpse come from?" Xiang Ji was shocked.

[Simple, isn't it easy to replicate a body?] What do you think the Lord God did when you died in the Chu Han world?

[Well, I still have a photo of your corpse at that time, do you want to take a look?tsk, it's a heroic death~] The sky teased unscrupulously.

"Excuse me, keep it for yourself. Xiang Ji was speechless.

"You guys, what are you standing there looking at, why don't you hurry up and come over and want to be taken for questioning?" Xiang Ji shouted to his group of little apprentices in the distance.

"Master Xiang, you, are you okay?" said Chen Yu, who was shocked.

"What do you think? Okay, the others go quickly, Chen Yu stays, come with me." Xiang Ji commanded.

"Master Xiang, what do you want me to do?"

"Find me clean clothes, and I'll go to your house with you later, I can't stay here." "With so many Japanese dead, Xiang Ji has to leave Foshan......

They were all their own children, and the young people who had scattered back to their respective families naturally told their masters and elders about the war between Xiang Ji and the Japanese. At this moment, the entire Foshan martial arts was really shocked! There are really people in this world who can resist bullets! Can kung fu practice to an extremely high and deep level really achieve this point? Perhaps the records in the classics and legends are not groundless? Many people who practice martial arts are silently thinking in their hearts.

[Good job, according to the current assessment, your battle has a good positive effect on the evolution of the Republic of China plane] The sky commented on this.

"I don't think I've done anything, do I?" asked Xiang Ji.

[No!As long as people can believe that there is still more mortal inhuman force in this world, this will be very useful for the evolution of the Republic of China plane]

"Well, I've got to run away now, what do you suggest. ”

[Be improvised, I'll alert you when needed.] Attention, someone is coming] said the firmament.

"Brother, how are you? Are you okay?" Chen Yu's father, Chen Chuan, the owner of the Chen Wing Chun Gym, rushed over with his son and apprentices. Hearing that Xiang Ji had a big fight with a Japanese killer with a gun, and was shot several times, Lao Chen hurriedly came to visit.

Although his youngest son said that Master Xiang had nothing to do, he could resist his own bullets. But this fancy and mythical fantasy process, how can this old Jianghu, who has lived for most of his life, easily believe it, if he didn't know his son's temperament, Lao Chen would still think that he had met a charlatan.

However, now Lao Chen can't help but believe it. The news from other families said that Xiang Ji could resist the pistol, so he couldn't be deceived, right? The place where Xiang Ji lived was not too far from the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall, and Chen Chuanzheng also heard the gunshot. When Lao Chen saw the gun hole on Xiang Ji's clothes with his own eyes, this old Jianghu couldn't help but wonder.

"Brother Xiang, you have to tell the old brother, can you really resist the bullets?

"What ...... this" Xiang Ji felt that he should still tell the truth, he couldn't mislead these warriors.

"You can say yes or no. Look at this. Xiang Ji lifted his clothes, revealing the body armor underneath.

"What is this?" the crowd wondered.

"This is my family's golden silk armor, which is said to have been passed down for more than 20 generations. I was spared today, thanks in large part to this armor. Xiang Ji started talking nonsense.

"As for my own horizontal practice of kung fu, relying on it to resist bullets, I am not sure within ten zhang. And this is still a pistol, and it is even more difficult to say about a more powerful gun. Xiang Ji said.

It turned out that there was an ancestral treasure to protect themselves! Hearing this explanation, everyone was much relieved. But even so, Chen Chuanzheng still felt that Xiang Ji's kung fu was unfathomable. Unlike his apprentices who had never seen the world, Lao Chen had been on the battlefield when he was young. During the Battle of Annam, he had followed Marshal Liu Yongfu to deal with the French on the battlefield and experienced the power of muskets.

Lao Chen knew that the lethality of the guns was much greater than these post-natal boys had imagined! A shot came from dozens of feet away, hit the arm, and the arm was broken! When it hit the leg, one leg was gone! As for hitting the chest, back, waist, abdomen, and torso, it would be over! Where can there still be a life? It is just a hole with a big bowl mouth, and even the flesh and bones will be smashed! It is not as simple as people imagine to wear one eye at a time.

Even when the brothers in the army thought of a lot of ways, some people carried iron plates and tried to resist the guns of the French. But I don't know how many brothers were killed by the impact of bullets, broken tendons, and vomited blood, and this job is really not something that people can do!

"Brother Xiang, your kung fu is hard to find in the world!" Lao Chen sighed.

"No, as long as you practice the Fa, it will always be effective. Xiang Ji persuaded.

"After I leave, remember to practice diligently! When you encounter guns in the future, don't be as tough as I am today, and practice more of the methods I have passed on to you to dodge bullets, and you may be able to use them in the future." Xiang Ji turned back to Chen Yu and ordered.

"I know, master, I'm a little bit of a good person, but I'm not stupid. I don't have as much kung fu as you, and I don't have your ancestral treasure on me. Chen Yuhan said with a smile.

"But, master, where are you going to leave Foshan?" Chen Yu asked.

"I had an idea to take the train north. I heard that the Eight-Nation Coalition Army in the north is about to reach the capital, and there are Japanese soldiers in it. Master Xiang just happened to kill a few more foreign devils to give everyone a vent! Oops! Why are you beating me?" A half-grown man who followed the crowd came up with an idea with great interest, and was slapped on the head coldly.

"Shut up, you stinky boy! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!" Old Chen scolded.

"What do you kid know? Is the battlefield a place to play casually? Soldiers are fierce and dangerous, and they can kill people at any time!"

"Brother Xiang, this kid is not sensible, don't mind. Lao Chen said to Xiang Ji.

"It's okay, it's okay! This kid has ambition, Xiao Chen, after I leave, you will pass on the art on behalf of the teacher, and hand him over to pull out the mountain, what is your name?" Xiang Ji said indifferently.

"Master Xiang, my name is Chen Zhen! This is my third uncle!"

"Okay, you follow your uncle to practice well, and wait for me to come back from the north. Xiang Ji said with a smile.

"Brother, what are you ......" As soon as he heard this, Lao Chen was anxious.

"It's okay, I'm measured, I feel like my chance to break through is in the north. Xiang Ji was talking nonsense seriously, but he was already in tears in his heart. Grass, you kid have nothing to do, what a crow's mouth!

[Clean up the task cloth.] In the second stage, go north to participate in the battle of the capital of the Eight-Nation Alliance, killing 3oo enemies. When Chen Zhen's half-sized son ran the train with his mouth full, the task of the main god had already been arranged.

Lao Chen is right, of course the battlefield is not a fun place, this is not the same as today's small scene.

However, the task of the Lord God can only be accomplished.

It is imperative to go north.