my goddess school flower

At this time, Wang Ziqiao was introverted, and he had no real energy fluctuations. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, he was at the peak of level five. That's why the prodigal son of Iga didn't take Wang Ziqiao seriously.

Seeing Wang Ziqiao looking at the people behind him motionlessly, the prodigal son of Iga raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "What? Boy, do you plan to see how powerful I am? I'll tell you the truth, you are not qualified. I'll get out, otherwise, I don't mind taking Miss Junko's place and teaching you a lesson!"

Wang Ziqiao touched the bridge of his nose and walked out.

Matsubara Junko was puzzled, and looked at Wang Ziqiao's back with a solemn expression.

Wang Ziqiao looked at the two sixth-level masters of Yihemen, and did not detour, but walked straight over, raised his hand, and said, "Get out of the way!"

Seeing this, the two sixth-levels frowned one after another, with a murderous look in their eyes, and lined up at the door without giving way.

However, what they didn't expect was that at the moment Wang Ziqiao approached the two of them, a blue sword light suddenly appeared.

what……

The two screamed.

It's just such a short distance, it's impossible for them to dodge, plus it's a sneak attack, Wang Ziqiao's Lan Yin sword slid past their necks lightly.

It's elegant and doesn't take away a single snowflake.

The two were blocked by Wang Ziqiao with a sword, and they retreated one after another. They grabbed their own necks unwillingly, but spit out blood from their mouths.

The others were stunned and didn't know what to do for a while.

Especially the prodigal son of Iga, with his eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at the second elder whose throat was sealed with a sword, his mind went blank.

bass……

With the sound of a sword light, Wang Ziqiao turned around, and the long sword fell gracefully on the neck of Iga prodigal son.

When the coldness of the neck spread to the senses, Iga prodigal son suddenly woke up: "You? You?"

"Tell me, what are you doing here?" Wang Ziqiao asked calmly.

"You? Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just Junko's bodyguard. What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Wang Ziqiao replied.

Feeling the threat of death, Iga prodigal son gritted his teeth and looked at Matsubara Junko: "Matsubara Junko, what do you mean? Are you going to start a war with me, Iga Sect?"

With a smile on her cheeks, Junko Matsubara stepped up to Prince Joe, hugged Prince Joe's arm, and said to Rangko Iga: "He is my man, and I am his slave girl. , he will protect me, do you understand now?"

Yiga prodigal son looked at Wang Ziqiao again, and said, "Who are you?"

"It should be you who answered my question!" Wang Ziqiao pushed forward with the tip of the sword again, piercing the skin of Iga prodigal son, and the blood slid down along with the tenacity.

"You can't kill me. I am the young head of the Iga sect. If you kill me, no matter where you flee, I will be hunted down by the Iga sect! Let me go!" the prodigal son of Iga roared. stand up.

"You still haven't understood the crux of the problem. It's not you threatening me, but I threatening you! However, I'll give you a chance to see if you can come up with some real threats!" Wang Ziqiao said indifferently.

"My great-grandfather is the Supreme Elder of the Yihemen, with a mid-to-late seventh-level cultivation base. If you don't let me go, he will definitely kill you. Not only that, but he will also kill the Shuramen and kill Songyuan. The family will be erased from this planet!" The prodigal son Iga's tone was extremely cold.

"Is there any more? There is only one seventh level?" Wang Ziqiao narrowed his eyes.

"Of course there is more than one!" The prodigal son of Iga seemed to have strong confidence, and there was a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth: "Don't think that you have killed two sixth-levels, which will cause great losses to our Iga clan. He Zong has ten sixth-level masters, and two seventh-level patriarchs, who are well-deserved super sects, how can a servant like you imagine that?" Yihe prodigal son replied.

Wang Ziqiao noticed the fluctuation of the color of Iga prodigal son's body, and found that what this guy said seemed to be telling the truth. It would be difficult to handle two levels of seven, but it didn't mean it couldn't be done.

Little by little, the long sword was pushed into the flesh and blood, seemingly slowly, but extremely fast. The Prodigal Iga trembled and spat blood at the mouth, looking at Wang Ziqiao in disbelief.

Withdrawing the long sword, Wang Ziqiao looked at the other two Igamen disciples, both of whom were at the top of the fifth level.

They didn't dare to move just now, but now that they found out that the young sect master had been killed, they didn't dare to stay any longer and fled away.

Wang Ziqiao stood still on the spot, and with a shake of his hand, two sword qi spread out, splitting the two of them in half.

The surroundings were extremely silent. All the maids lowered their heads, trembling and motionless. Although they belonged to the Asura Sect, they were afraid that Prince Qiao would kill people to silence them.

"Okay, just do what you need to do. Just don't talk about this matter. Of course, don't take it too seriously!" Wang Ziqiao took back the long sword and waved his hand.

Junko Matsubara glanced at the corpse and said, "Master, I'll take you to another room!"

Wang Ziqiao nodded, and left the hot spring house together with Matsubara Junko.

……

Wang Ziqiao crawled on the edge of the bath, and Matsubara Junko was lying on Wang Ziqiao's back, rubbing his shoulders for Wang Ziqiao with both hands, and the full, full snow hill was also on Wang Ziqiao's back, constantly pushing and moving .

"Master, this matter may reach the Iga Sect at dawn, and the Mosha Sect should also hear the news that Taiyi is dead. How do you deal with these two super sects?" Matsubara Junko asked.

Wang Ziqiao squeezed his eyes, felt the soft snow hill of Matsubara Junko, and felt strange in his heart. He turned over, hugged Matsubara Junko in his arms, and let her pillow on his shoulder, while he hand, but has already held a huge ball, which feels soft and greasy...

He was very calm, as if what he was playing with was not a woman's snow hill, but a work of art. The brilliance as white as jade is the most beautiful thing in time.

Wang Ziqiao didn't answer Matsubara Junko's question, but lowered his head, and gently kissed Matsubara Junko's snow-white neck.

Matsubara Junko's figure rose slightly, her plump snow mound stood up, and there was a constant murmur in her throat.

Wang Ziqiao's lips moved down slowly, came to the snow hill, and gently squeezed one of the jade beads.

"Hmm..." Matsubara Junko trembled violently, grabbing Prince Joe's skin with both hands.

Wang Ziqiao also added strength to the snow hill, making it constantly change its shape, occasionally being pressed down, and buried in it...

His two hands had already grasped Junko Matsubara's fat buttocks, and placed them lightly on his crotch, and the straight thing got into Junko Matsubara's body little by little...

"what……"

"Hmm... Master..." Matsubara Junko grabbed Wang Ziqiao's shoulders hard, her nails almost sank into the flesh, and her waist slowly moved along with Wang Ziqiao's arms.

Wang Ziqiao sat up straight, wrapped his arms around his small waist, and hugged it tightly, clinging to his lower abdomen, but his cheeks were buried in the snow-white snow mound...

At this moment, he doesn't want to think about those questions anymore...