The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 473 How Do You Give Me Face?

Chapter 470 How Do You Give Me Face?

The dozen or so people were filled with grief and indignation, but they did not dare to charge indiscriminately.

Murong Sanqian reminded Yamamoto Jiro:
"Mr. Yamamoto, Ye Fan is at the end of his strength, and now he is just pretending to be strong."

He believed that after the Miyamoto battle, Ye Fan had lost much strength.

Jiro Yamamoto raised his chin, with murderous intent in his eyes:
"Ye Fan, for Ms. Lu's sake, just kneel down and arrest me. Let me take you back to Yang Country for trial. I won't kill you today."

"Otherwise, you will never be able to get out of Wutong Mountain."

He originally wanted to tear Ye Fan into pieces, but when he suddenly thought of being responsible for Miyamoto's death, Yamamoto had another plan in mind.

Bring Ye Fan back to Yang Kingdom and force him to publicly admit that he conspired against Miyamoto. In this way, Miyamoto's death in battle is not a disgrace to Yang Kingdom, but a embarrassment to Shenzhou.

"Ye Fan, why don't you catch him without a fight?"

Murong Sanqian echoed: "Once Mr. Yamamoto gets angry, the consequences will be very serious."

Lu Qing and the others looked at Ye Fan coldly, waiting for Ye Fan to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Ye Fan, if you don't surrender, do you still want to fight me?"

Jiro Yamamoto shouted: "Although your strange body skills surprised me, but now you are injured, you are not our opponent at all."

Ye Fan stared at Jiro Yamamoto and smiled:
"I admit that I am injured, but it is more than enough to deal with you."

He also gestured to tell Dugu Shang not to come up, but he could still handle it.

"childish!"

Seeing Ye Fan's confidence, Jiro Yamamoto lowered his voice and made another gesture.

As soon as this gesture was made, there was an instant movement in the surrounding forest.

Dozens of trees trembled one after another, and eighteen shadows appeared around them.

Wearing black clothes and masks, they approached from a distance like bats. They moved extremely fast and cooperated with each other tacitly. It seemed that they were well-trained.

In a blink of an eye, they came to the edge of the trees.

They hung on the branches one by one, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.

They also held blacked-out samurai swords in their hands.

Eerie.

"Ninja?"

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you are determined to kill me today, otherwise how could you even bring ninjas here?"

Lu Qing and the others were taken aback when they heard the words. They were very surprised that Jiro Yamamoto had invited a ninja, and they became even more determined that Ye Fan was going to die.

Ninjas also have strange movements, Ye Fan couldn't resist so many people attacking together.

"If you want to live, kneel down for me."

Jiro Yamamoto yelled at Ye Fan again: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Who gave you the guts to say that?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a scolding sound in the air, and then a white shadow flashed across everyone's vision.

In the next second, a middle-aged man in white floated to the ground and stood beside Ye Fan, making people squint like a god descending from the earth.

With his hands behind his back, he scanned the audience indifferently:

"All cut off one hand, get out of here for me."

Nine thousand years old.

"Nine thousand years old?"

Seeing the white-clothed man appearing without warning, Murong Sanqian, who had been waiting for the fisherman's profit, immediately stood up in a hurry to say hello.

More than a dozen martial arts disciples also tensed their nerves, and came forward to say hello nervously: "I have seen Jiuqian."

Jiu Qiansui didn't even look at them, but just reached out to wipe off the blood on Ye Fan's face.

Lu Qing also changed her pretty face slightly and squeezed out a smile: "Nine thousand years old, long time no see, why did you come in person?"

Ye Fan relaxed his mind and exhaled a long breath, but he didn't say anything.

On the other hand, Jiro Yamamoto and the others were full of vigilance, scrutinizing Nine Thousand Years with sharp eyes.

Many Yang people have heard of the name of Nine Thousand Years, and heard of his power, but few of them have seen a real person, nor have they seen his abilities.

It was also the first time for Jiro Yamamoto to meet each other, so even though he knew Kuchitose was extraordinary, he still raised his neck when he saw his thin and weak appearance:
"Break off?"

He snorted, "I don't have such a hobby."

Nine thousand years old faintly said: "Two hands!"

"Nine thousand years old, I know your name and your status, but we are not easy to bully."

Seeing the aggressiveness of the other party, Jiro Yamamoto became angry on the spot:

"If you are sensible today and take the initiative to hand over Ye Fan to us to take away, we will continue to call you Nine Thousand Years Old in the future."

"If you want to meddle in your own business, don't blame us for not giving you face."

He has dozens of people in hand, full of momentum.

Jiuqian smiled: "Give me face?"

"Boom!"

Nine thousand years old suddenly stepped out, and a violent breath erupted from his side.

The ground in a radius of more than ten meters was completely shattered.

Flying sand and stone.

Countless people squinted.

Then, with a click, more than a dozen trees around him were also broken.

Eighteen ninjas swished down, like birds shot down by someone.

After they fell to the ground, none of them got up, and all of them were shot with blood holes by the gravel.

At the same moment, Jiro Yamamoto and the others fell to their knees with a plop.

It's not that they want to kneel, but that Jiu Qiansui's aura is too strong, like a mountain of ten thousand weights, they can't bear it at all.

Powerful, so powerful.

Jiro Yamamoto's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat dripped down his back.

This scene not only made Murong Sanqian's mouth dry, Lu Qing and the other women also covered their mouths tightly to prevent themselves from screaming.

Their eyes all revealed incredible expressions.

Jiro Yamamoto is also a master at the peak of the Profound Realm.

Now he is kneeling uncontrollably in front of Jiuqian, without the majesty and dignity that a generation of masters should have!
Nine thousand years old is actually so strong?

It was the first time seeing Lu Qing who was nine-thousand-year-old making a move, and for the first time put away his arrogance on his pretty face.

Not to mention the bodyguards or warriors around her, even the people in the mountain gate she knew, it would be difficult for them to reach the strength of nine thousand years old.

Ye Fan's scalp was also numb. He tried his best to overestimate Nine Thousand Years, but found that he still underestimated.

It seems that Nine Thousand Years left a lot of spare energy when they were competing in the Zhonghai Martial Arts Hall.

Jiuqian looked at Jiro Yamamoto with his hands behind his back: "Tell me, how do you give me face?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Nine Thousand Years Old."

Yamamoto Jiro said with difficulty:
"I offended you, please bear with me, we will get out immediately."

Originally, he thought that he might not be the opponent of Jiuqian, but the gap was not so big.

It wasn't until now that he truly realized that the gap between himself and Nine Thousand Years was a gap that he couldn't bridge even in his entire life.

"late."

Nine thousand years old snorted coldly, and then stepped on his left foot violently.

The knife shattered and shot one after another.

"what--"

A dozen Miyamoto disciples were killed instantly!
A chill rose from the chests of those in Lu Qing. They had seen murder before, but the method of nine thousand years old was too chilling.

Too casual, too indifferent, as if killing a few ants.

Jiro Yamamoto's eyelids twitched, and he knew at this moment that it was difficult for him to die well today.

He subconsciously looked at Lu Qing.

Lu Qing's breathing became short of breath, but in the end she bit the bullet and stepped forward. After all, she often travels to and from Yangguo Martial Arts:
"Nine thousand years old, with a strip of water, enough is enough..."

"Snapped--"

Nine thousand years old slapped him: "Did you talk?"

Lu Qing fell seven or eight meters, his face was swollen from the beating, he was very angry and wronged, but he didn't let out a scream.

Murong Sanqian, who was about to go forward to persuade him, immediately shut up.

Nine thousand years looked at Yamamoto Jiro: "I cut off my two hands, and save your life."

"Crack-"

Sensing the danger, Jiro Yamamoto's eyelids twitched, he gritted his teeth and got up and broke his arms.

Blood all over the place.

Lu Qing and the others felt cold all over.

They have seen how domineering and ruthless Nine Thousand Years Old is.

"Go back and tell Tianzang and the others..."

Nine thousand years walked up to Yamamoto Jiro and said indifferently:
"Six months later, the president of the Martial League, Tu Gousheng, will bring the first envoy, Ye Fan, to challenge the top ten talents of the Yang Kingdom."

"Using Miyamoto's words, it is not only the decision of victory, but also the decision of life and death."

(End of this chapter)