My micro shop is open to heaven

Chapter 302
The man in the tunic suit showed a look of horror, and asked with some astonishment: "Who are you?"

Yang Yihang smiled deeply, put his hands behind his back, and sneered again and again: "What? Want to know? Call Dad if you want to know!"

The man in the Chinese tunic raised it in his throat, and was so provoked by Yang Yihang that he almost yelled!
Such an arrogant monk, dare to let him, the second generation of immortals, call him father?

Does he fit?
Go to your uncle!
Yang Yihang looked at the man in the tuxedo with an angry expression on his face, and sneered.

Lao Tzu is here today, let's have a good time today...

The pale old woman in kimono approached Yang Yihang, looked at him and muttered something in Japanese.

Yang Yihang could tell that it was a question sentence, but he couldn't understand what the white powder mother-in-law said specifically.

Yang Yihang rubbed his chin, thinking he should read more books and learn more languages?

The man in the tuxedo suit who was of Japanese descent could hear the words of the white powder mother-in-law clearly.

The old woman asked: "Xianjia, what are your orders?"

The man in the tunic suit changed his face drastically.How can a little monk be called a "fairy family"?
Even his parents, Tangtang Sanxian can't be called that.

Who is this Yang Yihang?

There is even a ten thousand demon token on him?
The man in the tunic suit is in a mess right now.

Yang Yihang's sudden appearance seemed to have completely broken his decades-hundred-year cognition!

Yang Yihang rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and asked a little speechlessly: "Can you speak English?"

The white powder mother-in-law looked surprised, as if she didn't understand.

Come on, don't expect this white powder mother-in-law to understand English...

Yang Yihang smiled: "No rush."

I have some time today, so I want to have fun with this man in the tuxedo!

Yang Yihang took out the dagger that the man in the tuxedo had brought out before, and his eyes flickered.

The man in the tunic suit was shocked, knowing that Yang Yihang seemed to be about to attack!
Yang Yihang took the dagger and threw it viciously at the man in the tuxedo suit.The man in the Chinese tunic suit sat on the wooden corridor of the Hefeng Xiaoju, and rolled several times in a bit of embarrassment before narrowly avoiding it!

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If he was stabbed by this dagger, even a cultivator would be doomed!
The dagger was made of thousand-year-old black iron, and it was extremely powerful.No matter whether it is a human being, a demon or a cultivator, once a wound is scratched, the wound will become bigger...rotten...in the end, my life will be lost!
The dagger plunged fiercely into the wooden corridor, and let out a muffled groan.

Yang Yihang stood aside, crossed his arms, and looked down at the man in the tunic suit: "Cut off one of your fingers."

Yang Yihang stared at the world with disdainful eyes, looking at him as if he was looking at an ant.

It seems that he is too lazy to do it himself, because... disdain!
Because look down on him!

The man in the tuxedo suit was so irritated by Yang Yihang's actions that his expression turned ugly.

This is really a huge humiliation for all these years of his birth...

The man in the Chinese tunic rolled his eyes, and suddenly he swooped and grabbed the dagger.

Yang Yihang looked at the man in the tuxedo with a half-smile, as if looking forward to what this guy wanted to do.

"Go to hell!" The man in the tuxedo held a dagger and flew towards Yang Yihang!

The speed is astounding!
The white powder mother-in-law at the side sat on her knees and watched the fun, she didn't seem to want to help.

Yang Yihang stood there without moving at all.

All of a sudden, countless Yang Yihangs appeared in this small and gentle house!
That's right, countless!

It was impossible to count how many Yang Yihangs were there.

Suddenly, the man in the tuxedo was dumbfounded.

He thought that Yang Yihang would dodge and make moves, but he never thought that Yang Yihang would not move at all...

Countless Yang Yihangs at the scene had their hands folded around their chests, smirking shamelessly!

The man in the Chinese tunic suit spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Do you want to beat this real person by distinguishing between yourself?"

All the "Yang Yihang" stood there with their arms crossed, as if they were not going to move, so they asked the man in the Chinese tunic to chop.

The man in the tunic stabbed a knife into the chest of a "Yang Yihang", and a stream of blood burst out and splashed on the man in the tunic.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ow..." cried out while clutching his chest in pain.

The man in the tunic suit was about to laugh when he saw that Yang Yihang turned into a puff of smoke...disappeared...

What the hell!

is fake!
It's a clone technique!

"It's this one!" The man in the tuxedo yelled, and stabbed another Yang Yihang's chest with a knife.

"Hey, where are you eating? The knife is half inserted?" Yang Yihang said, and it turned into a puff of smoke...

Come again!

No!

One more, or not...

The man in the tunic suit was sweating profusely from Yang Yihang's avatar technique.

His whole body was on alert.

It is really unimaginable that such a small cultivator has such a profound avatar technique...

Even the second generation of immortals like him, who has been practicing for many years, can't tell the difference.

The man in the tunic suit gradually felt a little bit of fear.

Fear of the unknown...

He was in a daze, and a figure suddenly rushed out, snatching the dagger from his hand.

Then with a flying kick, the man in the tuxedo kicked directly to the ground.

Yang Yihang held a dagger in one hand, and stepped fiercely on the chest of the man in the tuxedo with one foot. "For you to cut me so many times, it's time for me to play tricks!"

How did he get out? !

This is impossible!

The man in the Chinese tunic shrank his pupils, he was extremely surprised!

He simply didn't believe that a little monk had such magic power.

impossible.

Men in tunic suits are full of this...

Yang Yihang stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. His appearance was surprisingly evil, which made people tremble with fear.

Yang Yihang's eyebrows flashed fiercely and flew away.

People don't bully me, I don't bully others!If someone deceives me, I will pay back ten times and a hundred times!

Yang Yihang took the dagger and slammed it down on the left wrist of the man in the tunic suit: "I told you to cut it yourself, if you don't cut it, then don't blame me for getting worse!"

As soon as Yang Yihang finished speaking, the man in the tuxedo let out a scream!
The blood sprayed onto Yang Yihang's pants.

Yang Yihang picked up the bloody dagger on the ground and sneered: "If you dare to touch someone I care about, this will be the end!"

It's just a left hand, he hasn't killed him yet!

The man in the Chinese tunic was rolling on the corridor in pain, his voice was like the cry of a pig being slaughtered.

"Yang Yihang...I...I won't let you go...I won't let you go..." The man in the tuxedo rolled in despair.

Yang Yihang held the dagger and sneered: "I'll wait, move out your parents and eighteen generations of your ancestors, and see if I will be afraid!"

Yang Yihang took the bloody dagger, squatted down, and wiped the blood from the dagger on the man in the tunic suit.He murmured to himself with disgust on his face, "It's so dirty!"

Yang Yihang stood up, looked at the man in the tunic suit who had lost his left hand, and waved to Granny Baifen.

"Take out your housekeeping skills."

Yang Yihang said this sentence in Chinese, but Granny Baifen seemed to understand it.

The old lady salivated and walked towards the man in the tuxedo who was writhing in pain.

The skin is still looking good...

Granny Baifen is such a hobby, tricking girls into using her face powder, and then quickly tearing off her face.

It's really rare to be presented with the skin of a man with a good face...

Yang Yihang blinked, and the man in the tuxedo lost his face...

bloody...

It does look a little disgusting and appalling.

Yang Yihang endured his nausea, and said coldly: "This is the end!"

He almost ruined Lu Xixi, so don't blame him for being vicious.

Yang Yihang put away the dagger.

I also picked up a cheap one. This dagger does not seem to be a simple thing.

"This enmity... is irreconcilable... is irreconcilable!"

Yang Yihang waved his hand and lazily said, "I'll wait for your next life to come and take revenge with me."

He still doesn't take this guy seriously, so come here if you have the ability.

Granny Baifen completed the summoning of the Wan Yao Token this time, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and disappeared.

The man in the tunic suit was lying on the ground, looking at the sky, his bloody face yelled, "I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you..."

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"Sir, is it wrong for that gentleman in the Chinese tunic to live in our karate gym?"

"Yes, is there something wrong? That Yang Yihang won the Olympic 400-meter relay a few days ago. Are we getting more and more difficult to deal with?" Another man in a samurai uniform asked worriedly.

"The notice above is that if you can't get the box from Yang Yihang, you have to kill him so that no one else can get it! Should we continue to do it?"

The mustache man knelt across from all of them, with a super long katana sword in front of him.

The bearded man frowned, and said, "Yang Yihang is not easy to deal with..."

A lazy and slightly smiling voice came in: "Well, old guy, you are very self-aware!"

Several samurai were shocked and all grabbed the samurai swords beside them, "Who?"

"Who is it? Come out!"

Several samurai surrounded the bearded man with samurai swords and looked around.

This is their karate gym, how could someone come in without them knowing?
Thinking about it carefully, this is a bit too scary!
Yang Yihang strode his legs and kicked through their wooden door: "Your uncle, you want to kill Yang Yihang every day. Now that your ancestors are here, you still don't know the voice of your ancestors?"

Yang Yihang suddenly appeared in front of them.

Several warriors stared closely at Yang Yihang, and blurted out: "It's Yang Yihang!"

The one who asked to be killed.

The bearded man coughed and reprimanded: "He is a distinguished guest, put away your samurai swords!"

Several samurai looked at each other, hesitated for a minute, and finally put away the samurai sword.

Yang Yihang walked in swaggeringly, and sat down cross-legged: "I came in while I was wandering."

The bearded man seemed to be able to speak Chinese and understood Yang Yihang's words.

His face remained unchanged, his beard fluttered as he spoke: "Excuse me, sir's name?"

Yang Yihang felt like shit in his heart.This girl sent someone to kill him every day, and she still doesn't know who he is?What are you pretending to be?

Yang Yihang smiled but said, "My surname is Zu, and my name is Zong."

Because these warriors have been sent to China for a long time, they can more or less speak Chinese.

They muttered: "Ancestor?"

"Ancestor? Isn't his name Yang Yihang?"

A warrior had a serious face, "Ancestor, isn't your name Yang Yihang?!"

Are fake names used in the Olympics?
Yang Yihang laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and patted the warrior's shoulder: "Good grandson, good grandson...haha!"

The bearded man turned cold, and muttered something to the samurai in Japanese.

Suddenly, all the samurai seemed to be enraged by Yang Yihang, and they drew out their samurai swords one after another!

Yang Yihang hugged his arms confidently and shrank together: "Oh, oh, I'm so scared, I'm so scared, don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm a good person, I'm a good person."

There was a bit of a wicked smile on his face...

That expression made several samurai half dead with anger.

They deeply felt that their samurai dignity had been seriously challenged...

This is the first time someone can speak so cheaply when they have cast their murderous aura...

Or their leader is more calm.

The bearded man put his hands on his knees and asked indifferently: "Why did Mr. Yang Yihang come to our karate gym? Do you have any advice?"

Yang Yihang picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of water, and said casually, "Huh? I'll come and kill that man in the tunic suit."

"what?!"

Everyone's face changed, and they looked at Yang Yihang with some astonishment.

Killed the man in the tunic suit?
How can it be?

The man in the Chinese tunic suit is a practitioner, and his skills are probably stronger than theirs!

There are many ninjas in their samurai regiment, but ninjas may not be able to kill practitioners.

Therefore, Yang Yihang's words are really pretentious.

Several people were a little dumb for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, Yang Yihang raised his head and asked with a smile: "The person who has been sending people to hunt and kill me recently is one of yours, right?"

The faces of the crowd who had just calmed down suddenly changed!
Many samurai hands gently approached their samurai swords...

The scene was condensed.

The bearded man smiled faintly: "Mr. Yang Yihang, you really know how to joke. We are a karate gym here, and we should behave ourselves honestly. Why do you say that?"

Yang Yihang nodded: "You foreigner can speak Chinese well."

After Yang Yihang finished speaking, he put the teacup away, and asked with a smile: "You should learn karate in this karate gym, right? What are you doing in samurai uniforms?"

A group of people were immediately stunned.

No one ever asked them that.

Yang Yihang hooked his lips into a deep smile: "Could it be...to sell dog meat as a sheep's trick?"

The bearded man was swayed by Yang Yihang, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Several samurai held their samurai swords tightly, as if they were about to draw them out.

Yang Yihang suddenly said: "Are you looking for that box? Yes, it's on me!"

In an instant, the scene fell silent in an instant.

Pairs of eyes stared at Yang Yihang.

In the next second, the entire backyard of the karate gym was directly surrounded.

Countless samurai with samurai swords in their hands surrounded this room, making it impenetrable...

The huge backyard is filled with murderous aura...

Full of deterrence!
If it were an ordinary person, he would probably pee his pants.

Yang Yihang looked indifferent, "Hey, there are so many people? The box snatcher is here?"

The bearded man who was still kind just now slapped the table, and the teacup rolled to the ground, the deterrent effect was astonishing!

He said coldly: "Mr. Yang Yihang, if you want to walk out of the gate, hand over the box!"

(End of this chapter)