Before Monk Fang Zheng could speak, he heard Zhang Muyang speak out: "I said, why did you suddenly come to such a party? It turned out that it was for such a thing, and it was really hard for you." Zhang Muyang said, stretching out his muscles and bones, lit a cigarette for himself as if no one was there, and mockingly pointed at the monks outside Japan and continued: "How did you play with your IQ? You can be tricked by these Japanese dogs. Use your blood to awaken their gods, haha, very, very good." When he said that, Zhang Muyang patted his palm, as if he was happy about their stupidity.

Under Zhang Muyang's ridicule, those guys who came to besiege Zhang Muyang and wanted to get some cheapness had a terrible face. Although they had discovered this situation before, they were told to face it, which was completely different. Not only did they feel that their faces were burning, but they felt that the humiliation and frustration in their hearts were even more terrible.

I thought I was a chess player, but now I turned my head and saw that I was smart but was mistaken for being smart. I was the one who was cheated. This feeling was like a devil, constantly devouring their hearts.

If the eyes could kill people, those Japanese monks would probably have died tens of millions of times.

"You guys, you're very good!"

"Japanese people, you are playing with fire."

"Fuck, do you Japan want to start a war?"

...

In this invisible anger, someone finally couldn't help but yelled at the Japanese people. As he spoke, countless people stood up and cursed at the Japanese people. On the one hand, these people were venting their fear of almost death and the courage to be used, and on the other hand, they wanted to take this opportunity to leave here and leave this place of right and wrong.

The evil star Zhang Muyang and the others obviously couldn't beat them, and those damn Japanese people seemed to summon amazing monsters, so they shouted and scolded, and every one who really dared to go up, until now they were really afraid of them. Even among these people, there were those who were not afraid of death, they didn't want to die so ignorantly.

The Japanese people looked a little ugly when they were allies just shouting and scolding. Even if they explained, those people would not believe it. After all, the matter was already in front of them. They were indeed using the flesh and blood of the monks to sacrifice to the resurrection of Hattori Hanzo.

"Everyone, please believe that this is not our original intention. We have no choice but to summon Lord Hanzang this time. All this is to get rid of Zhang Muyang. We will definitely give you an explanation..."

Just when the leader in Japan was still explaining with great thought.

Hanzo Hattori, who was originally silent, suddenly murmured in a low voice, "It's so much nonsense, noisy!"

Before he finished speaking, he took action. In his heart, Japan is the supreme existence, how could it be possible for an ants to speak loudly in front of him?

Everyone felt a light flashing in front of their eyes. The most powerful American monk who was shouting just now had no time to react.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but applaud. He played beautifully with the donkey. And this time he killed their American father. How inflated are these Japanese people? They actually ignored their fathers. If there is still a chance to resolve the conflict before, then killing people in person now is blood feud.

He had originally planned to take action, so he simply stood aside and took out the melon seeds and mineral water from his pocket. He saw the fierce battle between them.

His behavior made the monks around him speechless, but he didn't dare to say anything. Monk Fang Zheng and the Special Jiu Bureau and others in the distance continued in a daze. What was going on? Why did they look like they were in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms? The scene changed one after another. Shouldn't Zhang Muyang fight to solve everything and complete the show-off? Why did he suddenly get an inner strife?

Just when Zhang Muyang wanted to watch the show, Hattori Hanzo focused on his body and pointed the bloody samurai sword in his hand at Zhang Muyang.

"Your Excellency, I guess it's the strong enemy they mentioned. Do you dare to fight?"

Alas, this pussy is pretending to you. Zhang Muyang is holding peanut seeds in his hand, looking at Hanzo Hanzo, who is cold-mouthed with no breath, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, pretending to be on his head.

I originally wanted to keep him to relieve his boredom, but since he was looking for death so quickly, Zhang Muyang had no choice but to fulfill him and put the rest back into the Qiankun bag. Zhang Muyang waved to Hattori Hanzo.

"Grandson, come here and let grandpa see how good your Hattori Hanzo can have, and make Japan pay such a great price to resurrect you."

Although Hattori Hanzo couldn't understand what Zhang Muyang meant, he knew from Zhang Muyang's tone and expression that he didn't say anything good.

"rub!"

The steel knife was unsheathed and burst into flames. Hattori Hanzo, who was originally more than ten meters away from Zhang Muyang, swung the knife to approach Zhang Muyang's throat in the next moment. With just one blink, the samurai sword in his hand could cut open Zhang Muyang's neck and take away the head on his neck, just like what he did in the past.

Although his move seemed ordinary, there were only a handful of people like Hattori Hanzo. First of all, his speed had almost reached the extreme. In just a moment, he jumped to Zhang Muyang in less than a blink of an eye. More importantly, his lack of murderous intent was like an ordinary sword. But whoever stabbed this sword at him should die.

He is truly a famous strong man in Japan's history, and he is also worthy of those Japanese people. He has some ability to revive him at such a great price.

His sword was truly silent. If it weren't for the sound of the sword, everyone wouldn't even know that he had drawn the sword. If it weren't for the fact that he had not appeared in front of Zhang Muyang, everyone wouldn't even feel his place, as if he was still standing in place and not moving.

If he stabbed Zhang Muyang not at the other monks on earth, no one could escape it. Even if those monks from the small world in the future want to deal with this sword, it would be said that they would be hard to avoid.

but

He stabbed Zhang Muyang with this knife, and he was facing Zhang Muyang, a guy who practiced "Nine Turns of the Profound Art" and reached the third level, and his combat power was comparable to that of the Golden Pill and even higher than that of the Nascent Soul Cultivator.

So he failed, and he didn't stab anyone in this knife.
Chapter completed!