463, the art of hope
"Who are you? Please show your invitation letter." Zhou Zihao went forward, reached out to Fengmo Kotaro, and asked calmly.
"Who is Di Feng here?" Feng Mo Kotaro not only did not answer Zhou Zihao, but instead didn't even look at him. He looked at the people in the hall and shouted loudly.
The sinister aura in his body actually had the same effect as the true qi in Chinese martial arts. The sound was like a big bell, bursting out infinite magic power, which was deafening.
Everyone in the hall suddenly felt a sound in their ears, as if a jet was passing by their heads.
Some people with weak energy even covered their ears and almost fainted.
"I'll ask you if there is any invitation letter. Sir, please show your invitation letter. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Zhou Zihao said angrily with a gloomy face.
At this time, the Fengmo Kotaro seemed to remember him, turned his head and looked at him curiously for a full minute. Then he said coldly: "He is just a martial arts master, not even a master, and he should shout in front of me, go."
The word "Go" was just out, and I saw the index finger of Fengmo Kotaro raised slightly, and a stream of black air scattered from his robe sleeves. It looked at the momentum and the strength, and the nine levels in front and back.
Zhou Zihao was shocked and stole a steady stance. The marble floor under his feet was immediately stepped into two footprints.
At the same time, I only heard Boom Boom Boom...
There were nine loud roars in a row, as if a heavy truck was driving into the exhibition hall.
The marble floor was rolled straight and the bricks and stones flew across the marble floor, and the glass was broken. Even in that direction, more than a dozen tempered glass display cabinets that were dozens of meters apart were broken into powder under the oscillation of this heavy energy.
Zhou Zihao was still standing there, still moving as a mountain. However, his chest and abdomen were surging, and he could not rely on himself.
Seeing this, Fengmo Kotaro couldn't help but exclaim and laughed: "No, not bad, nowadays, there are very few young people with qualifications like you. Such talents can actually block my Nine-Level Wind Demon energy. It's a pity that you no longer have the chance to make progress, it's a pity, it's a pity."
Before he could finish his words, Zhou Zihao, who was nailed to the spot, let out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body fell to the ground with a loud bang.
"Hahahaha..." A burst of arrogant laughter echoed in the exhibition hall, making everyone unable to help but look at him.
"I'll say it again, who is Di Feng?"
"Who is Di Feng?"
"Di Feng."
A long echo echoed in the exhibition hall, making the entire exhibition hall quiet, as if a needle could be heard.
"Bang," a display cabinet dedicated to the thousand-year-old ginseng king burst open.
Behind the Fengmo Kotaro, someone shouted arrogantly: "Are you all deaf? No one comes out to answer again, I've smashed everything here."
"Who is so arrogant?" A long voice from far to near, and the figure of an old man came to the middle of the exhibition hall in a blink of an eye.
"There is no master!" A burst of exclamation from the crowd.
"Who is the mud?" someone in the crowd asked in surprise.
"Have you never heard of Master Ni Wu? That is Wang Dayan, the personal bodyguard of Wang Group President. Usually, he travels with Wang Dayan as a guest. He never takes action easily, but once he takes action, he is a killer move."
"Is this guy very powerful?"
"The peak of the martial arts master, do you think it's strong?"
"Taidai, I have only seen this trick in books. Who knows how strong it is? Is there an ugly monster strong?"
"I'm pretty good at it. This ugly monster doesn't look like a Chinese."
"I heard that short man shouting about Baga just now. In my opinion, it is probably Japanese."
"The Japanese devils don't even look at what this place, and they dare to come and play wildly. If there is no master in the mud, they will kill this Japanese devils."
"Yes, fuck the Japanese to death, fuck the Japanese to death."
Since I learned that this group of people was Japanese, I was immediately infuriated.
Master Niwu stretched out his hand and held his fists, and surrounded the field for a week, saying loudly: "Those who offend me in China will be punished even if they are far away. Who are you? How dare you be arrogant and arrogant? Since you dare to disturb the exhibition, please sign up. I, Niwu, will not fight against the nameless people in my life."
"Tell me my elder brother's name and scare you out of your courage. Listen to me, my elder brother mastered the ninja god Hattori Hanzo Kanhiō, who calls himself the Fengmo Kotaro, and the second in the world of ninjutsu. Who are you?"
"It turns out that it is the disciple of the Japanese Shenyin Sect. He is an unfilial person in Mount Wutai, and he has lost all his mud."
"Stop talking nonsense, fake monk, since he has signed up for the house, let me show you some real skills and see if you deserve to fight with me." Fengmo Kotaro said arrogantly.
"Hahahaha," behind Feng Mo, several minions burst into laughter.
"What little Japanese thing dares to be so arrogant, the mud has no master, and knocks off the ivory from his dog's mouth."
"Yes, the little Japanese is too arrogant. By the way, why hasn't Master Di come yet? If Master Di is present, these villains will probably not even dare to show off their anger."
"Is there really such a rumor in Master Di? I can't see it all. It's already this time, and he didn't come out. It's too unreasonable to let an old man take the lead."
"You know, the boss must be the finale. Who has ever seen him show his trump card as soon as he comes up? In my opinion, these little Japanese are just a few cannon fodder." One person said mysteriously.
The person next to him said in confusion: "You said that this Fengmo Kotaro is also cannon fodder?"
"Cannon fodder is undoubtedly," the man said confidently.
"Look at what you said so mysteriously, then what do you think is the boss behind the scenes? The tall man behind Fengmo Kotaro, the short man just now, or the fat meat ball like winter melon?" The person next to him asked dissatisfiedly.
The man looked at the people behind Fengmo Kotaro, shook his head and said, "From my perspective, these people are not. The beautiful woman before seems to be a character."
"You mean, the girl who was hooked away by Master Wang is a great master?" The man next to him suddenly said in shock.
"In my opinion, the young woman is almost always there. The woman is light in her movements, steady in her gait, extraordinary temperament, and looks like a master." The man touched her chin and analyzed carefully.
"Okay, don't fill it with big garlic here, do you still know how to read the picture?" The man next to him smiled disdainfully.
"If you don't believe it, I'll calculate it for you for free."
...
The two people said it without intention, but the other listener next to it was intentional.
The listener is none other than Wang Zixuan's best friend, Chen Dengfeng.
After the two of them parted in a bad mood, Chen Dengfeng caught up with the middle-aged man who was talking and asked, "Brother, you said something was wrong with that beautiful woman. How did you see it?"
"There are hundreds of different kinds of life. Everyone has a lot of luck on their heads. People with strong peach blossoms are pink, those with strong wealth are gold, those with strong official fortune are red, and those with strong descendants are blue..."
"Forget it, forget it, don't talk to me about these useless things, just give me a correct word. That young woman, is she really a master?" Chen Dengfeng said impatiently.
"Then there is still a falsehood." The middle-aged man raised his chest, looking like he had a hilly look.
Chapter completed!