The emaciated man who was silently eating by Zhang Huban finally couldn't help but say: "You killed Muto Zhongichi, and you took his head to pay tribute to Master so openly, I'm afraid the Japanese won't let you go easily." ”

"They're already here," Zhang Huban, who took a sip of red wine, said indifferently, while the faint sound of breaking wind outside came.

Zhang Huban's voice just fell, but after two or three breaths, as the door was rudely pushed open, one figure after another rushed in like a wind, all wearing samurai uniforms and holding katanas, surrounding Zhang Huban and the emaciated man who were eating.

"Senior brother, I'll stop them, you take the opportunity to break out," the emaciated man with an ugly face suddenly got up and said as he reached out and picked up the solid wood seat and rushed towards the Japanese samurai who was relatively close.

Click.. When two of the Japanese samurai used bushido to shatter the solid wood seat in the hands of the emaciated man, the chopsticks in Zhang Hupan's hand also instantly broke into many small pieces, scattered like hidden weapons, and then disappeared into the eyebrows of those Japanese samurai.

Fluffy.. In the dull sound, all the Japanese samurai almost at the same time widened their eyes, and their eyes were full of terror and helplessness and fell to the ground.

"This.." The emaciated man who was still holding a piece of the back of a chair in his hand couldn't help but look at this scene dumbfounded, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

And at this moment, accompanied by the sound of slightly muffled footsteps coming from outside, a cold voice with suppressed anger penetrated from the outside: "Your Excellency is really powerful, no wonder you can kill Muto Zhongichi so easily." However, those who dare to provoke our Great Japanese Empire will all die!"

Hearing that voice, a thin man who was instinctively covered in excitement reacted and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the door, only to see a thin middle-aged man wearing a Japanese-style wide-sleeved robe walking in from outside, and the whole person gave people a gloomy feeling. Behind him, there were two men dressed like ninjas in black night suits.

Zhang Huban, who didn't even glance at the door, took a tepid sip of red wine, and then said coldly: "Those who dare to come to my place to live and bark will become dead dogs." This is China, not a place where you Oriental dogs can go wild. ”

"Baga, yours, I don't know whether to live or die," the emaciated middle-aged man scolded in a low voice when he heard Zhang Huban's words.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead?" the corners of Zhang Huban's mouth hooked up a sneer: "These four words, you should keep them for yourself! They are more worthy of you!"

The emaciated middle-aged man's tone became cold: "Originally, I just wanted to waste your limbs, cut off your tongue, blind your eyes, spare your life, and send you to beg on the street." But now, I've changed my mind, and I'm going to let your soul fly away and feed my Shikigami with your soul. ”

While speaking, the emaciated middle-aged man had already taken out a dark red bone from his arms, and there were words in his mouth, and soon he saw the blood mist on the bone escaping, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a blood-colored ghost.

Seeing this, the emaciated man glared in horror, staggered back a few steps and hit the edge of the dining table directly, obviously frightened by the emaciated middle-aged method.

"Die!" The emaciated middle-aged man who whispered waved his hand, and the blood-colored ghost-like Shikishen had already roared, turning into a blood-colored afterimage and rushing straight towards Zhang Hu.

Still didn't even turn his head to look at Zhang Huban, who just reached out and grabbed the blood-colored ghost-like god seemingly casually. The next moment, the blood-colored ghost-style god was caught in Zhang Huban's hand, and at the same time, his hand lit up like a silver-white star-like fire, instantly enveloping the blood-colored ghost-style god.

"Just a mere qi cultivation can actually drive a qi cultivator. Onmyoji, sure enough, there are some doorways," Zhang Hu, who was talking casually, accompanied by the miserable screams of the blood-colored ghost-like god, wisps of blood light and black gas rose and dissipated in the flames of the stars, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-colored ghost turned into a transparent pure energy bead the size of a dragon's eye and fell into Zhang Huban's hands.

Burst.. The emaciated middle-aged onmyoji who spurted out a mouthful of blood couldn't help but shake his pale body, and fell to the ground weakly, and at the same time stared at Zhang Huban in disbelief: "Huaxia cultivator? How is it possible? Aren't all the cultivators in Huaxia hidden in the world? How can there be cultivators with such great cultivation in the world?"

"Hidden world, do you know a lot!" Zhang Huban, who was playing with the transparent energy bead in his hand, couldn't help but sneer: "There is really no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king! My Huaxia cultivator has been hidden for nearly a thousand years, and you small Oriental countries dare to be presumptuous on the land of China." ”

"Stop him for me!" The emaciated middle-aged onmyoji who whispered to the two ninjas behind him hurriedly got up and rushed out the door.

Zhang Huban, who shook his head lightly, didn't wait for the two ninja dead soldiers to kill him, and with a wave of his hand, two star rays penetrated their heads.

Yes.. At the same time, a terrible and unwilling scream came from outside, it was the voice of the emaciated middle-aged onmyoji.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man who had led the emaciated man in before still walked in from the outside with that expressionless face.

"Uncle Han, hurry up and dispose of the corpses! It's really unappetizing to look at it," Zhang Huban, who indifferently commanded the middle-aged man, then looked at the emaciated man who was still leaning on the dining table in a stunned manner and said, "Senior Brother Chen, I'll call your name Shuo Fang directly, let's sit down!" ”

Chen Shuofang came back to his senses, turned around and pulled another chair to sit down, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Huban with burning eyes and said, "Teacher.. Senior brother, have you learned the magic of the Immortal Family, how can you even kill that powerful ghost?"

"Huh.. What is a mere ghost?" Zhang Huban shook his head and smiled: "We cultivators are the ones who ask the immortals. If you have this heart, I can also teach you to cultivate. ”

"Cultivating immortals, is there really an immortal in this world?" Chen Shuofang asked in disbelief, looking at Zhang Huban.

Zhang Huban said noncommittally: "Immortals, naturally there are." However, if you want to become an immortal, it is not so easy. Although the foreign kung fu you practiced before can be regarded as having some brute strength and skill, it will inevitably hurt your body when you practice. However, what our Daomen Immortal Family will achieve is to cultivate the true health and cultivate the true essence of the inner breath. Although I can't guarantee that you will become an immortal, it is still okay for you to have a much stronger strength than ordinary martial arts practitioners. ”

"Really, Senior Brother, are you willing to teach me the Immortal Family's method of cultivating true qi and refining qi?" Chen Shuofang's eyes shone with some surprise and anticipation.

"It seems that if I don't teach you directly now, you won't be able to come down to eat with peace of mind," Zhang Huban, who smiled a little helplessly, pointed to the ground on the side and said directly: "Come, come and sit down cross-legged." ”

Chen Shuofang, who suddenly understood something, got up without hesitation and sat down cross-legged on the ground next to Zhang Huban.

Stretching out his hand to Zhang Huban, who was shooting down on Chen Shuofang's head, he was directly enlightened, and a stream of star true yuan entered Chen Shuofang's body, easily helping him open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and by the way, he penetrated the two bridges of heaven and earth, attracting the aura between heaven and earth to quench his body, but after a while, he had the strength of the qi induction period.

After a while, when Zhang Huban withdrew his hand and stood up, Chen Shuofang only felt that a rushing energy in his body was circulating in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, he could clearly feel and absorb the relatively thin spiritual energy that was free between heaven and earth, and even felt that his body was as light as a swallow, as if his mind could float up as soon as he moved, and became deaf and clear, he could see any tiny dust in the living room clearly, and hear even the slightest sound around him.