My Xiuxian QQ

Chapter 286 Ninja Matsushita Maple
The group of people who came over respected Master Mitsui, and their bossy and supercilious demeanor already explained everything.

"Useless trash!"

Master Mitsui snorted coldly and waved lightly, the two hurriedly retreated to the side, bleeding all over the floor.

The wounds on their bodies were not fake. In order to win people's trust, they really put their lives on the line, and then they were slapped away by Zhou Ya's palm, and the wounds added to their wounds. Even an ordinary high school student could kick them over.

"You guys, how did you see through it!" Master Mitsui looked over coldly, he was very strange, this trick he used the Chinese people's blind hatred of the Japanese Empire's 'hating the rich', tried repeatedly, and succeeded every time, He has collected a lot of treasures, but unexpectedly failed, he must figure it out, and then learn a lesson, he is one of the heirs of the Mitsui Group, no matter what he does, he must be the ultimate, perfect, and no flaws are allowed!
Soldiers and old professors, facing the enemy at this time, how could they answer his question, not to mention that they would not know the answer even if they wanted to, because it was a little girl who did it.

"Who are you?!" The soldier's gun was raised again, firmly locked on the young master Mitsui who was seven or eight meters away.

"Hahahaha!" Master Mitsui laughed and introduced himself proudly, "Who am I? I am Mitsui Chrysanthemum Zan of the Great Japanese Empire!"

"Pfft~"

"Hahaha!"

"Chrysanthemum... cut it? Hahaha..."

"Why don't you have a broken chrysanthemum, puff~ I can't help it, hahaha!"

When the archaeologists in the secret room heard such a strange name, they really didn't give any face to the international friends. They covered their stomachs and burst out laughing. It's getting darker and darker, like a demon in the fluorescent light who chooses and devours.

"What a disrespectful race!" A middle-aged man in kimono suddenly jumped out of the crowd, bowed ninety degrees to Master Mitsui, and said, "Master Mitsui, please allow me to fight for the honor of the Mitsui family!"

"Well, go, don't let me down!" Master Mitsui said coldly.

"These barbarians are bound to be killed!" The middle-aged man in the kimono straightened up, and the murderous intent on his face drifted towards the opposite side as if it were real.

The laughter of the archaeologists stopped abruptly. Their throats seemed to be choked by killing intent, and they couldn't laugh out loud. They somehow felt that something was wrong, but as descendants of China, their mouths were not forgiving.

"Barbarian? You are the barbarian!"

"Your whole family are barbarians!"

"Counting down the eighteen generations of your ancestors, they are all barbarians!"

"An idiot sees an idiot, and a barbarian sees a barbarian. It's clear at a glance who is a barbarian!"

"A mere island country dares to say such a thing, it's so windy that you are not afraid to flash your barbaric tongue!"

They talked more and more vigorously, but they didn't see that the foreheads of the soldiers next to them were sweating, and the hands holding the guns were sweating a little.

They are soldiers, soldiers who have been on the frontier battlefield, not those recruits.

They have rich experience and strong psychological quality. They can calmly deal with no matter how powerful the enemy is, and die calmly!
But now, their palms are sweaty, and their calf is weak. This is an instinctive reaction of the body and has nothing to do with will.

Because the killing intent of the person on the opposite side is too strong, it is definitely not something that can be developed by killing one or two people. Without a hundred and eighty people, it is absolutely impossible to develop such a terrifying killing intent.

"You...are a ninja?!"

"Not bad, I have some knowledge!" The middle-aged man in kimono smiled coldly, "My name is Matsushita Kaede, and I am a Chunin of the Iga school in Japan!"

The Iga school is considered a big school in Japan, and there are many ninjas under it, all of whom are bloodthirsty. To describe it in one sentence, it means that if you are not crazy, you will not survive.

They are the sharpest, cruelest shurikens, bloody when thrown!

"Ninja? Are there really ninjas?"

"Don't scare the people."

The members of the archaeological team have more or less come into contact with the dark world after coming here, and know that Japanese ninjas are inhuman existences similar to Chinese warriors.

"Your Excellency, don't forget that this is the land of China, how dare you kill people here?!" The old professor stood up and looked at him righteously, "Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away he is!"

Master Mitsui immediately showed a vicious smile when he heard this sentence: "Really? Then I will wait and see to see if you can kill me!"

Matsushita Feng's eyes lit up, and he shot decisively!

He stroked his waist with both hands, and two shurikens appeared in his palms, hovering and dancing.

Bang bang bang!
The soldiers here are not polite to you, just shoot directly.

Matsushita Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, instead of retreating, he faced the firepower hard. The two shurikens in his hands frantically blocked, and even swung away all the bullets fired at him.

"call!"

Matsushita Kaede moved very quickly, far exceeding the limit of human beings, and danced the shuriken even more airtightly. After a few ups and downs, he had crossed a distance of eight meters and appeared in front of them.

"That does not work!"

"Hurry up!"

The soldiers retreated in an orderly manner, but the submachine guns in their hands were like rusty knives, which could not be cut down no matter what.

The eyeballs of the archaeological team members next to him have already popped out.

The submachine guns fired by several soldiers were blocked by two such short shurikens, which shattered their three views.

Some young people even showed yearning looks in their eyes, thinking how exciting it would be if they could become ninjas!
To be able to become a ninja, Matsushita Feng must have excellent physical fitness and a good overall situation. After rushing forward for a while, he has already seen all the expressions of the archaeologists, the old professor, and those soldiers.

There was a ferocious look on his face, these soldiers, the troublesome ones were those soldiers, but in front of him, a Chunin, they were really weak!

According to the division of strength, Japan's Chunin in China is equivalent to a master of dark energy, and Shangren is a master of Huajin!

It is really easy for a master of dark energy to deal with a group of archaeologists and a few soldiers with submachine guns.

Matsushita Feng even began to think about how to blame these hateful Chinese people later, but he ignored a nine-year-old girl next to him and wanted to walk past her directly.

There is a saying in China that when walking in the rivers and lakes, one must be careful of three kinds of people, namely monks, old people, and children. Obviously, this saying does not exist in Japan.

Therefore, Matsushita Feng capsized in the gutter, turned upside down severely!
The power of the sun in Zhou Ya's right hand and the energy of moonlight in his left hand were lightly imprinted on Matsushita Feng's waist and abdomen. The power of yin and yang invaded instantly and crazily destroyed his internal organs. Almost instantly, Matsushita Feng was tossed to death. Like a boiled Pipi shrimp, he fell hard on the wall on the right side of the tomb passage. It took three seconds for him to roll off the wall without making a sound.

"For someone like you, there are at most two episodes on TV!" Zhou Ya clapped her hands, very calm.

Everyone was a little stunned.

"This is……"

"No way?"

The archaeologists rubbed their eyes and stared at Matsushita Feng who shrunk into a skinny shrimp a few meters away. The ninja who was so spicy just now was put down by a little girl?
It turns out that ninjas are nothing more than that. Compared with our Chinese warriors, no, they are incomparable. Our nine-year-old girl can beat your ninjas into such a virtue. It's really not too easy and happy!

The young man who was thinking about becoming a ninja just now was even more heartbroken, wishing to slap himself twice, to be a ninja, and to be a warrior directly, and he would be able to overthrow them in three years!
(End of this chapter)