Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Aside from the authenticity of Tiancong cloud sword, as long as it is powerful and easy to use, Zhao Sanjin can regard it as true even if it is fake. It's not so simple to let Zhao Sanjin easily hand it over to Suzuki Saburo.

Taking advantage of the minute when Zhao Sanjin and Liu Jingtian Xinsi thought differently, a qualitative change had taken place in the chaotic fight on the lawn. The strong middle-aged man who had been entangled with the black snake was now only able to parry.

For mu Chen and Su Qi, who didn't do their best, after the real shot, they immediately formed an absolute suppression for each other. It was just a simple move in one form, one person and one sword, and cut down the two ninjas opposite.

The three men made a move together to force their opponents back. At the same time, they took advantage of the situation and held each other's death hole one after another. They can be killed at any time.

Just the three people stopped their actions by coincidence, turned their heads one after another and looked at Zhao Sanjin, who was smiling lightly. The three people were waiting for Zhao Sanjin's instructions.

Zhao Sankin's eyes fell on the small window in the villa, and a funny smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth. After a while, he saw the figure disappearing from the window slowly appearing at the door of the villa.

The middle-aged man, dressed in casual clothes, was comparable to a woman's beautiful hair, so he had to pull up his hair in the back, hold a samurai sword in his hand, frown tightly, and slowly walked towards Zhao Sanjin and them.

"Be careful, you can be the leader of the 10000 people's gang like Qingmu club. Your ability must not be underestimated!" Liu Jingtian kindly reminded.

The motionless Zhao Sanjin stared playfully at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. After a while, he smiled and said, "Hello, Zhao Sanjin!"

"Green wood Skylark!" watched Zhao Sanjin for a while, but he couldn't find any flaws in each other. Green wood Skylark could only stretch out his arm and hold it together.

"Oh? It's still hereditary?" the name of the green wood Skylark made Zhao Sanjin a little interested. He couldn't help looking at the green wood Skylark more.

Liu Jingtian nodded first and responded to Zhao Sanjin: "yes, Qingmu club has existed in the island for a hundred years, but it has always been a hereditary inheritance system. Qingmu skylark is the fourth generation of Qingmu club!"

"Arrogant enough, I like it!" the gloomy color on the lark's face became more and more deep. He stared at Zhao Sanjin coldly, and one hand had been quietly buckled to the handle of Bushido.

In the face of the small movements of the green lark, if Zhao Sanjin hadn't heard of it, he was still a light smile, coupled with the slow steps, and said with a smile: "come on!"

The five fingers were tightly fastened. The palm of the green wood lark perfectly fitted the handle of the samurai sword, directly pulled out the scabbard, and a horizontal scroll to Zhao Sanjin. Just at the moment when it was out of touch, Zhao Sanjin changed his body shape and moved his position skillfully, directly avoiding the green wood lark's sword.

"The speed is good, but the reaction is a little slow!" standing on the periphery of the sword body, Zhao Sanjin said with a smile: "if you can change the track brought by a knife that has not been fully formed before I change my body shape, you may hurt me!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Sanjin's words made the lark frown. He looked at Zhao Sanjin carefully and thought about his words. The next moment he waved a knife.

According to Zhao Sanjin's remarks just now, the lark became a bit smart. First, it waved a fake move to confuse Zhao Sanjin, then changed the move and stabbed Zhao Sanjin's head.

"Very smart, just a little!" Zhao Sankin smiled and looked at the blade waved by the green wood Skylark. If he didn't retreat or advance, he stood in place, suddenly stretched out two fingers and lightly clamped the blade of the green wood Skylark.

Zhao Sanjin, with a strange smile on his face, said slowly, "in addition, I forgot to tell you one thing, that is, in front of the absolute strong, you can't win by surprise only by relying on a little intelligence."

With a slight shake of his finger, Zhao Sanjin's fingertip flicked the blade. Under the strong vibration, he directly exchanged the samurai sword in the green lark's hand for the master. With a change, the samurai sword fell into Zhao Sanjin's hand.

"Hiss!" at this moment, the green wood lark was really shocked. He stared at Zhao Sanjin's move to seize the white blade with empty hands, and his face was more or less unexplained.

"If you were my enemy, you would be dead!" Zhao Sanjin waved his samurai sword twice, directly turned the tip of the knife and pointed to the shocked green wood Skylark.

This is the feeling that the sword is placed on the neck. Even the face of the green wood skylark is still unbelievable, but the cold blade still makes the green wood Skylark feel incomparable authenticity.

"You're strong! I lost." Aoki skylark's face was like death, with a bitter smile on his face, but shook his head and said, "you're the master of the task issued by Suzuki. I Aoki will naturally cooperate with you."

"It doesn't matter who decides. I'm not here today because of this problem. I just want to see the ability of the green wood club to avoid unnecessary sacrifices in the fight with the Jiaji gang."

Zhao Sanjin smiled and said to the young lark that he felt a little boring: "only if you and I cooperate sincerely can we completely kill the Jiaji gang. It doesn't matter who is the main person. I hope you can understand."

Zhao Sanjin looked at the lark solemnly, waved his hand and said, "let them go and return to the team."

"Have been taught!" the green lark slowly raised his head, looked at Zhao Sanjin with gratitude, and hurriedly said, "in that case, come in and talk!"