Under one person: If I let you refine your Qi, will you become an immortal?!

Chapter 278 Now that you’re here, don’t leave! Hey, come on together!
"I?"

Hongde, who was named, was immediately stunned.

He is the great disciple of the holy monk.

After the master's death, he inherited the mantle of the Yixiang Sect. This time he came mainly to participate.

After all, he was not stupid. He knew that seeking revenge on Li Muxuan alone would only cost a few more lives. He could only use the help of Shintoism.

Besides, without his master, if he doesn't communicate more with other sects.

I'm afraid I don't know if I was sold by this group of people.

But what he didn't expect was that the old priest whom he had always admired would appoint him to go there.

You know, this strange flower farmer who suddenly appears has an unknown identity, unknown methods, and unknown cultivation. If he takes action rashly, he may end up capsizing in the gutter!
Immediately, Hongde just wanted to politely refuse.

I saw the old priest speaking.

"Xiao Hongde."

"Since this strange man with a long face and red phoenix eyes can be discovered by ordinary people, it means that his cultivation level is nothing more than this."

"If you can capture him, or extract information from him about the flower cultivation sect, it will be a big credit, and everyone will appreciate you."

As soon as these words came out.

Hongde's eyes suddenly lit up.

After the death of their master, their Xiangzong lacked a backbone and was already in decline.

Although he had surrendered to the emperor and attached himself to Shintoism for a long time, he was scolded by Buddhism on the one hand because of his religious beliefs, and on the other hand he was unable to integrate into the core of Shintoism. He was neither fish nor fowl.

And now, if you can capture that kind of flower stranger.

After Wajima annexed Tohoku.

Yixiang Zong may get an extra share of the future profit distribution, or maintain the original quota.

Think of this.

Hongde looked at the old priest with grateful eyes.

"The young monk will definitely live up to his mission and capture that kind of flower stranger and present it to the palace minister!"

After saying that, without any nonsense, he immediately turned around and prepared to take people to the dock to see what was going on. There were not many people around him. After all, Nagasaki was not his territory, so he only brought twelve people with him for this group discussion.

But they are all good at the sect!

"This kid."

Seeing this scene, the old priest's lips pursed slightly, with a smile on his face.

Then, he looked at the boy who came to deliver the message and said: "After all, he is an old friend's disciple. I'm afraid he might be wrong. Please pass on my message and send a few priests to help."

"Yes!"

The child hurriedly ran to spread the message.

Seeing this, many people present looked at the old priest with more respect.

The head ninja of the Bihe nin shook his head secretly, feeling that the people of the Ichigo clan were really stupid. They were tricked into taking the lead in just a few words. No matter what their credit or affection, they had also made a lot of contributions to the noble lords back then.

But then?

to be honest.

The distribution of future benefits will depend on one's own strength, otherwise one will have to live at the whim of others.

If someone throws two bones at random, you have to be obedient and work hard.

As for whether it was good or bad for the old priest to send someone to assist, he just wanted first-hand information, but he didn't want to stand in the front and fight for life and death, so he could share the credit.

Just come down here.

Xiang Zong has always put in people and efforts, and maybe the final favor and credit will have to go to Ise Jingu.

He is really kneeling down to beg for food!

With this in mind.

A sense of ambition arose in Rentou's heart.

Buddhists have been kneeling on the Japanese island for a long time, and those who don't want to kneel are forced into the mountains like themselves.

But today is different from the past. All we have to do is conquer the Flower Planting Continent.

The land over there is vast and rich in resources. It is not as narrow as the Japanese island. By then, they will not have to kneel down and they will be able to act openly and openly!
While thinking.

The old priest's voice sounded.

"Little girl."

"Let's continue talking about Li Muxuan."

The old priest looked leisurely and said, "Don't worry about it there. Let's wait until the juniors capture the thieves and return."

Seeing the old priest's wisdom and aloof demeanor, Yoshiko suddenly felt at ease. She was not worried that the foreigners at the dock were too strong. After all, this was a Japanese island. What kind of trouble could the other party cause?
But I feel that with the old priest here, there is no need to worry about Li Muxuan and his like!
It will only take two days for each faction to set off.

It's the day when the flower-growing stranger is in trouble!

At the same time, the scorching sun was high.

The usually bustling pier was now empty, with only warm corpses lying on the ground.

"Sure enough, it's difficult to catch big fish in such a small place." Zhang Zhiwei looked calm, grabbed an Onmyoji's neck with one hand, broke it with a little force, and threw it on the ground casually.

He arrived at Japan Island yesterday.

It's not a hard journey.

But halfway through, the Japanese captain refused to cooperate and was thrown directly off the boat to feed the fish.

Fortunately, Yantai was not far away from Lushun. He found a fisherman there who knew the way and could sail a boat. He used the boat as a reward to take him to the Japanese island.

And after that.

He mixed the diseased corpses with fish and sent them out as fresh fish.

As for the box.

It's just used to deceive others and for fishing.

After all, this trip to the Japanese island cannot be in vain. Even if the tongue cannot be caught, it is good to kill a few Japanese bastards to vent their anger, which can be regarded as the effective force to eliminate them.

Of course, he also has a sense of proportion.

No matter what, this place is a Japanese island, and he alone can't kill many people.

Now I only earn the first intelligence gap. When the poison breaks out, even if I am as versatile as Lao Li, I will be consumed to death here.

So just killing a hundred and eighty people is enough.

Between thoughts.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and glanced at the sun.

It's not time yet.

It will be almost dark in another hour.

If no big fish took the bait, he would set fire to the dock and then take a boat back to the mainland.

However, at this moment, several figures appeared on the street ahead. Zhang Zhiwei looked around and saw a dozen monks carrying swords walking towards him.

To be honest, this wouldn't be possible unless he was wearing monk's robes.

He thought they were bandits.

However, he could clearly feel that these monks in front of him were not like the bunch of rotten fish and shrimps in front of him.

It has probably reached the point where they are like shrimps and crabs, especially the leader. At first glance, his cultivation level is even higher than that of Lu Jin, and he can barely be called a big fish.

Just thinking about it.

I just heard the monk shouting in the distance.

"Chinese! This poor monk is the current head of the Yixiang Sect. Who are you? Why are you here!"

Broken Chinese sounded.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes suddenly lit up. After killing dozens of people, he met someone who could speak Chinese!
Immediately, he slowly approached the other party, glanced at the person in the dark without any trace, and said with a smile: "I am your uncle, and I am here to give you gifts to you brats."

"Your uncle?"

Hongde was slightly startled when he heard this.

He once went to the mainland with his master to promote Buddhism and learned Chinese, so he can speak a few words.

It's just that he's not good at it, but looking at the other party, he seems to be quite friendly, and he's here to give a gift, so he said: "Uncle! If you are obedient and capture me, this poor monk may have a way out!"

"what?"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes became strange, but he didn't start a verbal argument.

after all
The distance is enough.

The next moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a deafening roar exploded above the pier!

The terrifying movement instantly attracted the attention of many people.

At this moment, hundreds of thunder and lightning erupted from the ground, like a prison, covering the monks in front of them and the few priests hiding in the dark.

"what happened?!"

"When did the other party make a move!"

"Hey! Hiss!"

One voice after another sounded.

Seeing the tall and upright young man under the lightning, who looked like a god descending into the world, the pupils of the monk Yixiangzong suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Hongde, in particular, felt the pressure coming from the other party.

His whole face was extremely pale.

Even the hand holding the sword is trembling!
Before coming here, he had actually thought that the other party might be very difficult. After all, if he dared to attack alone, he was either stupid or extremely confident in his own methods.

But he didn't take it seriously.

You know, this is a Japanese island!

And he is not an ordinary person, even if his cultivation is not as good as his master. That is also the mainstay of the middle-aged generation!

However, who knows! He actually met a monster whose cultivation level was no less than that of his master!
And the other party actually took the lead in making a sneak attack!
Think of this.

Hong De looked at the tall young man in fear. Although he didn't know why the other party didn't kill him directly like he killed the group of people on the ground, it could be seen that he might have a chance to survive.

After all, he had just become the head of Yixiang Zong.

There will be better days ahead.

Don't want to die!
"Those who are close to the vermillion are red, those who are close to the ink are black."

"Really, after staying with that guy Lao Li for a long time, I always want to make a sneak attack."

Zhang Zhiwei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then looked at the Chinese-speaking monk and asked directly: "You said you are the current host of the Yixiang Sect, so I want to ask you, what are the four masters on your island best at?"

"Also, what sects are going to plant flowers this time?"

The voice just fell.

A monk suddenly shouted angrily.

"Kill us if you can, and someone will come to deal with you soon!"

As soon as these words came out.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned slightly. He didn't understand, but the other party seemed to have a lot of backbone.

Immediately, when he was about to take action, the leader Hongde hurriedly shouted: "Uncle, he just said that he can tell you the information, but the premise is to let us go."

"Ok?"

Zhang Zhiwei had a strange expression.

Then he glanced at the angry monk, and it seemed that he didn't mean it.

But none of this was important. What was important was the information, so he held out two fingers and said, "Pindao is always fair in business. Two pieces of information, two people."

"Don't even think about stalling for time. I'll only give you one stick of incense."

"If you don't finish talking or fool me, you will all die."

The voice just fell.

A dazzling thunder light pierced the sky, and the terrifying roar was shocking!
"Yes Yes Yes."

Seeing this situation, Hongde was so frightened that he nodded quickly. Integrity is nothing compared to life.

As for the teacher's revenge, I believe that the master knows that he has endured humiliation and endured the heavy burden in order to continue the sect's inheritance, so he will definitely forgive himself, and even praise him greatly.

Immediately, there was no hiding anything.

He said directly: "Among the four masters, the last one is the Grand Master."

"He only wants to kill with one sword. As long as he doesn't find a flaw or get close, his Iai will not be effective. In addition, it is said that the lower he is, the faster he can draw the sword."

"what?"

Zhang Zhiwei had a strange expression.

He couldn't understand the Japanese swordsmanship.

The lower you press, the faster you go.

If you were lying on the ground, what speed would it be?

Immediately, he asked: "How does it compare to your master, the so-called holy monk?"

"This" saw the mention of master, Hongde's heart tightened. From the tone of the other person's tone, it seemed that he had dealt with the master. Could it be that he had fought against his own master?

Or was the master killed by him?
Think of this.

Hongde looked at the person in front of him, and a bold thought came to his mind. Could he be Li Muxuan?

Besides him, who else is planting flowers at this age.

To have such terrifying cultivation!
However, at this time, Hongde had already been frightened out of his courage. Naturally, it was impossible for him to ask the other party for proof, so he said: "He is slightly better than my master in terms of killing power, but his cultivation level is a little lower."

"Well, continue."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded when he heard this. That was the strength of two and a half slaps.

"The third in line is Priest Meiji."

"He used to be an onmyoji, and he had many powerful shikigami under his command, such as Shuten-douji, Ibaraki-douji, and Tamamo-mae, who is known as the most powerful monster. He is a fox in person and is good at charming and summoning thunder and fire."

"The strongest?"

Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his chin.

He is not Lao Li, he does not understand the Japanese sect, and he knows nothing about shikigami.

But since it can be called the strongest.

The strength should not be bad.

Then he said: "How is it compared to your master?"

"."

The corner of Hongde's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt that his dead master had become the standard of measurement.

Of course, he couldn't care about this now, so he said: "The two of them have never fought, but if there is a real life-and-death fight, my master may be at a disadvantage against all the shikigami."

"Well, continue."

Zhang Zhiwei probably had an idea.

Hongde also learned wisely and said directly: "The second best is Priest Atsuta."

"The world only knows that Tian Congyun, one of the three artifacts, is enshrined there, but they don't know that the Eight-foot Qiong Magatama is actually there now. With two artifacts in hand, the three masters are no match for him."

"The former is extremely powerful, and the latter is said to enjoy the blessings of Amaterasu."

"Artifact?"

Zhang Zhiwei squinted his eyes slightly.

He had never cared about artifacts, but he also knew that so-called artifacts were actually often linked to the power of incense, such as the swords and seals of their Tianshi Mansion.

But to say something treasonous.

In fact, God is like that.

If gods were useful, there would be no natural disasters in the world, and why would people need to offer incense to them?

At this time, Hongde continued: "As for the No. 1 Ise priest, this old man's cultivation is unfathomable. Anyway, my master said that he saw that man like a frog in a well and had no intention of challenging him at all. He was willing to Lie under it.”

"As for the means."

"The millions of gods in Wajima all obey his orders, and even the emperor is respectful to him."

"The little monk really doesn't know the details."

"But what is certain is that if he practices martial arts, even ten masters will not be his opponent."

"Is that so?"

Fear flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes. Although the Japanese island is small, it should not be underestimated.

After all, there are 400 million people growing flowers, and there are 70-80 million people on the Japanese islands, and Shintoism is their largest sect. As the leader, his strength will naturally not be that bad.

I wanted to kill him on the Japanese island.

It's very difficult.

Then Zhang Zhiwei asked: "He also participated in this operation?"

"join!"

Hongde nodded immediately and continued: "This time everyone is fighting to plant flowers."

"Not all major sects are eligible to participate. In total, including our Ichigo sect, there are a total of thirteen sects, namely Ise Shrine and Atsuta Shrine."

A series of names were announced.

Most of them are samurai schools and shrines, and the others are Buddhist and Onmyoji families.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at it." Zhang Zhiwei was very satisfied after hearing this. He was a little reluctant to let him go and wanted to grab him and run back to plant flowers together.

After all, this kind of soft bone is difficult to come across.

Just thinking about it.

A loud voice sounded!

"Chinese people, now that you are here, don't leave! This is where you will be buried!"

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and saw a white-haired old priest, followed by many people, approaching in a menacing manner, looking like he was coming with bad intentions.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Na Hongde and asked, "Translator, what did he say?"

"He said if you don't run away, it'll be too late!"

Hongde said hurriedly: "This is the old priest, and next to him are the big shots I just mentioned!"

Of course, he was not out of kindness and thinking about the other party, but if this person lost to the old priest and fell into the hands of the other party, wouldn't his leaked secrets be exposed?
How can we hang out on the Japanese island then? !

"Ah."

"You're pretty good at translating."

Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head, not thinking that the translation would not match the word count.

Then, he raised his eyes to look at the old priest and the others, with a stern expression on his face, and said: "You're already here, of course you have to try it before leaving. Otherwise, it would be a shame if Old Li and Old Feng knew about it."

The words fell.

Dazzling golden light erupted from his body.

Standing under a gloomy sky.

Like a blazing flame burning in the dark night, and like a blazing sun shining in all directions.

Right now.

An indifferent and extremely confident voice sounded.

"Hey, come on together."

(End of this chapter)