Abandoned Master's Cultivation

"This is the Dragon cutting platform on Chongyang island." Jiang Wuchen said faintly, "what is the origin of this Musashi?"

Matsushima Jixiang hurriedly said, "he is from the Musashi family of Kyoto Prefecture. Five years ago, he was the first in the Kyoto Kendo competition. The Musashi family has a history of more than 1000 years. It is said that it is similar to the history of the emperor family. They uphold the tradition, pay attention to the spirit of Bushido and are very obsessed with kendo.

His name is Musashi Jiro. He is the leader of the younger generation of Musashi. However, I have never had contact with this man. Today is also the first time. He... Is very strange. "Jixiang Matsushima thought of the picture of Musashi Jiro swallowing the steak with curly hair. He felt a little sick.

"Musashi Jiro..." Jiang Wuchen started the vehicle. "Since it's your friend, go and have a look with me."

"No, no, he is not my friend. I don't know him. Today he went to my restaurant for dinner. He is from Dongyi. In Chinese, we are just villagers..." Matsushima Jixiang was worried about Jiang Wuchen's thoughts and hurriedly explained.

Jiang Wuchen smiled indifferently, touched her long messy hair, stepped on the accelerator and sped away towards the wharf.

Not long after, his mobile phone vibrated. It was Zheng Shao who called, and Jiang Wuchen answered.

At the other end of the phone, there was a great deal of noise and abuse.

"Hey, brother Chen! You finally answered the phone. Where are you? A devil came to smash the field..." Zheng Shao said loudly.

"I see. I'll be there soon. You're not their opponent. Try not to fight him. Hold him until I get there." Jiang Wuchen said, then hung up his cell phone.

On the Dragon chopping platform, Zheng Shao looked at Feng Yuqiu and Mi Xinghe, Shi Yongfang and the three great masters of Lingbao Hall who were vomiting blood constantly. All of them were seriously injured and lay there half dead.

"Brother Chen got through. He's coming this way. He said don't fight him. We're not his opponent. Just stabilize him."

"You fucking nonsense." Mi Xinghe coughed and spat out two mouthfuls of blood foam. "If he could fight, he would have gone up early?"

On the ten meter square challenge arena, Musashi Jiro felt a little sweating. Forty minutes have passed since he came up. He has beaten back 13 waves of people in a row, including single challenge, group fight, men, women, old and small.

Thirteen consecutive wars, no defeat!

He took off his black coat and revealed the traditional Dongyi warrior clothes inside. He tightened the belt around his waist slightly, raised his head slightly 40 to 45 degrees, and smiled confidently on his indifferent face.

At this moment, the Dragon chopping platform was already full. A Dongyi man came and challenged the whole Chongyang island. Such a hot news had spread for a long time. All positions of the Dragon chopping platform were full of people.

Looking at the dense audience, some cheered, some cheered, some abused and some took pictures

Musashi Jiro's slightly urgent heart calmed down. Ordinary people, incompetent talents, this is the legendary powerful Chongyang island?

It's really weak.

At this moment, Musashi Jiro wanted to sing a song. It was a Chinese song he learned. He couldn't help humming gently:

"How lonely invincible is, how empty invincible is... Alone at the peak, the cold wind blows constantly. Who can understand my loneliness..."

Lingbao hall near the Dragon cutting platform and others heard that the Dongyi devils were singing in NIMA and scolding angrily one by one.

Musashi and Kenichi ohmaru were very excited. They looked at each other and nodded.

"The little lead singer is very good. Yes, at this moment, only this song can represent the heart of the little Lord."

"Ah ha ha, don't say, even I want to sing along. I've never been absolutely convinced that Chinese songs can be so boastful, but they are so real. Only truly invincible people can write such lyrics."

At the entrance of the passage, Wu Yue summoned the last ten masters on Chongyang Island, ran up and surrounded Musashi Jiro, one by one.

Hoo

Musashi Jiro slowly breathed out his breath and stopped singing. His confident eyes swept around, and the corners of his mouth rose with a sneer, "come together."

Wu Yue shouted, "let's fight together and don't give him any chance!"

Ten masters rushed up, and ten internal forces rushed to Musashi Jiro at the same time.

Boom, boom

As soon as Musashi Jiro's body shook, a group of golden mans flashed, forming a powerful sword shaped air cover, shrouding himself in the middle and blocking all the ten internal forces out.

"Too weak..." Musashi Jiro disdained to smile, "broken." he said a broken word, and the air mask immediately opened, forming ten sword Qi and rushing into ten internal strength breath.

Boom, boom

In an instant, the ten great masters vomited blood and retreated, looking at Musashi Jiro in shock.

"Invincible is how lonely..." Musashi Jiro sang again.

Musashi said arrogantly, "I thought Chongyang Island gathered Chinese martial arts. There would be the strongest. I didn't expect that they were incompetent. They were really sick men in East Asia!"

"I wipe your mother, who do you scold as the sick man of East Asia?" Zheng Shao heard this sentence, burning with anger and stretched out his hand to point to the Musashi department.

Marubeni frowned. "Are we wrong? Can any of you take my little Lord's move?"

"My boss will come soon. Don't go. Wait here!" Zheng Shao said angrily. "If my boss doesn't come today, I will fight with you."

Feng Yuqiu coughed twice and stood up. "I'm the one you're looking for. I killed Ichiro Musashi. Come on, fight again."

Zheng Shao stopped him and said, "you are seriously injured and can't fight anymore. Brother Chen also said that we won't fight with him..."

While talking, the roar of helicopter motors suddenly came from the sky.

Nearly 10000 people looked up at the scene.

"It's a helicopter!"

"A helicopter from Chongyang island."

"Put your head on the plane!"

The head is the name given to Jiang Wuchen by the 50 golden soldiers on Chongyang island. Their eyes are full of blood and look at them carefully.

The helicopter stayed over the Dragon chopping platform. The wind brought by the propeller blew Kiro Musashi's long hair. His eyes narrowed, with a cruel sneer on his face. His hoarse voice said, "Jiang Wuchen, come and die!" he slowly began his luck

When the hatch was opened, the first face exposed was the magnificent Matsushima Jixiang.

The white face with a look of tension and worry was exposed, which immediately triggered a burst of voices.

Musashi Jiro's calm heart suddenly seemed like a flood, "Matsushima..."

"Wow, who's that woman? She's so beautiful."

"Yes, even compared with Miss Feng, it's not much worse."

Then, Jiang Wuchen hugged Matsushima Jixiang's waist and suddenly jumped down from the helicopter cabin doo