I have a Zanpakutō

Chapter 581, Counterfeit and Great Swordsman
Zhang Han doesn't even need too many fruits, he only needs to find a few top elemental and superhuman fruits, and he can crush everything.

"According to his words, it should be like this."

Lei Li sighed, unexpectedly, there is such a terrifying existence in the world!

If Zhang Han is willing to be a pirate, the moment he completes the great voyage will be the time when the king lands on the sea... However, who made him a swordsman!

The most difficult thing in the world is probably to impose your own thoughts on others.Especially if the target is a terrifying existence that has defeated the admiral, it is even more impossible.

One of the two smoked, the other drank silently, and the bar was silent.

Bang!

At some point in time, a man in white with dyed red hair kicked open the door of the bar, walked in and shouted arrogantly, "Bring up the wine, serve up your good wine and food! I'm starving to death!"

If Zhang Han wakes up, he will find that it is not someone else who walked in, but the impostor pretending to be himself.

The fake Zhang Han was so annoyed by Zhang Han's slur before, but he couldn't find the whereabouts of the 'fan'. Seeing a bar here, he wanted to drink some wine to calm down.

Opening a bar in an illegal area, Xia Qi has seen too many idiots like the fake Zhang Han who think they are invincible.

Regarding the other party's extremely arrogant behavior, he just smiled and didn't take it seriously, and secretly wrote down the cost of damaging the gate, and settled the bill later.

Just when the fake Zhang Han Da Ma Jindao was sitting astride his seat, his eyes suddenly lit up, looking at the 'fans' with their eyes closed, he immediately stood up and walked over.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to hide here. It will be easy for me to find for a while!"

While talking, the counterfeit Zhang Han sat beside the master, with his left hand on the opponent's shoulder, and his right hand took out a musket from his bosom, and shook it in front of his eyes. The threat was so strong that everyone could see it.

He said slowly, "Since you are a fan of Lao Tzu, you should know what I am like. Now that you understand him, you still dare to yell in front of Lao Tzu, are you tired of working?"

Although Zhang Han's consciousness has sunk into the inner world, and his whole body is like a shell without a soul, he can still sense the external situation through Zanpakuto.

When he found out that the person sitting next to him was that impostor, he ignored it and focused on refining the domineering color.

This kind of rubbish, even if you give him [-] rounds of bullets, don't even try to break through his real energy and spiritual pressure protection.

Lei Li turned his head and glanced at Zhang Han. Seeing that he had no intention of waking up, he put down his glass and said to the fake Zhang Han, "He's busy with something right now, so it's better not to disturb him."

"Old guy, do you want to talk too much?"

The counterfeit Zhang Han turned his musket, pointed it at Lei Li, raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Do you know who I am? The white-clothed sword emperor who defeated the admiral! The reward is as high as one billion Baileys! In front of me, how can you Is the old ghost talking?"

Rayleigh frowned, a little anger welling up in his heart.

You said that you pretended to be the sword emperor in white to deceive money and sex, you must have some discernment.The owner is sitting next to him, and he still can't find it. He is looking for death!
Besides, since you call yourself the 'Emperor of Swords', who are you going to scare with that musket?
Even though he has been in seclusion for more than 20 years, it is a bit hard to watch.

Seeing that Lei Li didn't move, the imposter Zhang Han only thought that the other party was intimidated by his own name, turned his head, and saw that Zhang Han still had his eyes closed, silent, and suddenly became more angry.

"Boy, how dare you pretend to be dumb? This makes me very upset!"

While speaking, the left hand on Zhang Han's shoulder grabbed the back of his head and pressed it towards the coffee table in front of him.

However, the strange thing is that Zhang Han's body is like a statue, motionless.No matter how hard the fake Zhang Han exerted himself, he couldn't shake it at all!
"Huh? How is this possible?"

The fake Zhang Han stared at his eyes with the expression of seeing a ghost.

How strong he was, he knew clearly in his heart that a punch by an ordinary person would definitely hurt his tendons and bones, but with such strength, he couldn't even make the opponent bend over!

A trace of surprise flashed in Lei Li's eyes. Even if his head was held down, although he would not be bent down, he would still shake a few times.But looking at Zhang Han, he didn't move at all, as if there were steel and iron bones in his body, which was strange and inexplicable.

"I don't believe it, I can't cure you!"

The counterfeit Zhang Han felt ruthless, put the musket back into his arms, grabbed Zhang Han's hair with both hands, and pressed down.

I saw him gnashing his teeth, his face flushed extremely red, and the veins on his arms were bulging, which was quite frightening.

Of course they do!
Zhang Han still straightened his waist without any shaking!
"This guy...what the hell is going on?"

At this moment, no matter how stupid the fake Zhang Han was, he could sense something was wrong.

Let go of Zhang Han's hair, probe the opponent's breath with his index finger, suddenly screamed in shock, his body became unstable, and he fell to the ground.

The coffee table was knocked half a meter away by him, and the legs of the table rubbed against the floor, making a harsh creaking sound.

"Not breathing! He's dead... dead!"

The counterfeit Zhang Han propped his hands on the ground, staring in horror at the Lord who was sitting on the sofa safely, his face was pale and bloodless, and his chest heaved violently.

The whole bar was silent, only the heavy breathing like a broken bellows.

Lei Li watched this farce with amused expression, and poured himself a drink comfortably.Since the counterfeit has nothing to do with the real owner, he has no intention of stepping forward to help.

After a long time, the fake Zhang Han suddenly blushed when he thought of his 'true identity'.Clutching his buttocks, he jumped up from the ground, regaining his previous arrogance.

"Ha, hahaha... Cowardly guy, under the shock of my domineering aura of the sword emperor in white, he was so scared to death! It's really useless!"

puff!
Rayleigh couldn't help laughing, and sprayed the wine on the bar counter.

How big a brain hole does this have to have such absurd YY?

creak, creak...

Just then, a man opened the door and walked into the bar.

Looking up, the man was tall and tall, wearing a black top hat with white fluff on his head, short beard, wearing a wine red patterned jacket, white trousers, and carrying a black giant sword about the size of his body on his back.

The most striking thing is that the man's eyes are golden, like sharp swords.

The world's number one swordsman, Hawkeye, Jorakor Mihawk!

"I heard that the sword emperor in white is here?"

Mihawk stood at the door and glanced at the four of them. When he saw two red-haired men in white clothes, he couldn't help but startled slightly, and turned to look at Leili.

Seeing Lei Li for the first time, Mihawk's face was serious. In his perception, the white-haired old man in front of him is definitely a strong man!
(End of this chapter)