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Chapter 1143 This monster doesn't know how to cooperate

"Borrowing the fire of Bing Ding in the south..."

Huang Anshi was halfway through chanting the spell when he reached out to grab the talisman paper but found nothing.

Looking back, he saw his four idiot apprentices all craning their necks to watch the show.

I saw the two female swordsmen fighting from the ground to the roof. Their moves were sharp and brutal, leaving no room for any opponent to escape. It was truly thrilling.

Occasionally he would fly in the air, turn in mid-air, and strike out with his sword like a dragon, causing the audience in the dojo to exclaim and applaud.

"Master, why don't we finish watching it first before performing the ritual."

"Yes, yes, I haven't seen such an exciting battle in a long time!"

Have you paid the money just to watch it?
Huang Anshi had no choice but to put down the peach wood sword and said to Sayuri beside him: "My disciple is naughty and made you laugh. I didn't expect that there is such a powerful person in your gym."

Sayuri: “…”

It’s not that I don’t want to talk, but I don’t know how to talk.

Even she herself was a little doubtful. Were the two guests who came last night really not guests invited by the master from somewhere?

This sword technique is so excellent that he is more Japanese than the Japanese.

That's called a tunnel.

Of course, everyone can see that these two people are mostly playing around.

In a real battle, there's no time for you to pose in such a fancy way, basically one strike of the sword will decide life or death.

Playing is playing, but you have to have real skills to play it well.

Sayuri's mood is very complicated right now.

What made her happy was that the two of them did not hide their skills, and the various details displayed in the battle made swordsmen of her level feel benefited a lot after watching it.

What worries her is that other people are playing too advanced, and even their tricks are beyond her reach.

The so-called insiders look at the door, while laymen look at the excitement.

Sayuri could see the exquisite swordsmanship displayed by the two men while playing, but in Wang Yunxiao's eyes, they were just two walking suspects.

Eight consecutive slashes, this kind of sword technique may not even be heard of by ordinary people, but he has seen it several times at the crime scene.

In the eyes of the disciples of Yagyu Dojo, although this sword technique is exquisite, it is a bit too flashy.

Only Wang Yunxiao knew that these two people were not performing at all.

Because this set of swordsmanship was not originally created for samurai duels.

The Eight-Sword Divine Skill, mastered by the divine priestess under the Lord of Manka, is not used to kill people, but to kill snakes.

The intended target is a multi-headed sea serpent like Yamata. Many of the moves look flashy, but they are actually meant to guard against possible sudden attacks from all angles around.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that you can’t kill people.

It's like putting an anti-aircraft gun level and shooting at the infantry.

Yes, but not necessary.

Finally, these two troublemakers got tired of playing - they were all taught by the same master and couldn't break their tricks. So they jumped down from the roof and hugged the girl who slept with them last night to take a bath.

The disciples then reluctantly withdrew their gaze.

"It's so enjoyable, Master!"

Ah Bao's eyes lit up: "I've decided, I'm going to marry a Japanese girl like this!"

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

Huang Anshi shook his head and said, "You will be hacked to death." Ah Bao laughed and said, "Isn't there an old saying that if you die under roses, you will be a romantic ghost, right?"

“It’s a peony.”

Huang Anshi glared at him and said, "How much money do you have left in your pocket? You want to marry that kind of girl?"

Po stopped talking.

Sayuri next to him couldn't help but say, "Master Huang, I heard that no matter what profession you go into, the most important thing to do when accepting a disciple is to examine his character. Your disciple's character isn't very good. He doesn't even know how to be careful with his words and actions. Aren't you afraid that he'll cause trouble and bring trouble to the sect in the future?"

"I just wanted to talk..."

A Bao was still a little unconvinced, Huang Anshi stopped him and apologized to Sayuri, "I am sorry for not being strict enough and making you laugh. Please, for my sake, don't bother with this scoundrel. Let's finish the ritual as soon as possible. If we can lure out the monster and subdue it, that would be the best."

Wang Yunxiao stood by and watched the show silently.

He had heard Ding Laosan talk about the rules of this business before.

Those who play with Yin and Yang Feng Shui are bound to have many disadvantages and shortcomings.

To put it bluntly, when you tell fortunes and change feng shui for others, you affect their original destiny. This is equivalent to taking shortcuts under the nose of heaven, and you will inevitably be punished by heaven.

Either you give birth to a son without an anus, or you go blind and have broken arms and legs, or you run into a dump truck when you go out for a walk...

In order to avoid punishment, these people often take the initiative to accept this fate, such as staying single for life, or not keeping any money around and spending whatever they earn.

Or like Master Huang, he would recruit a stupid disciple and ruin the fortune of his own sect.

Huang Anshi had already burned yellow paper and started a ritual... He should have killed a chicken and made some chicken blood or black dog blood, but he didn't have the conditions. Besides, the attitude of the dojo was also very cold, and they were not the kind of customers who were willing to make a big fuss.

As the saying goes, it's not a good deal if you're the one who's trying to get something done, but Huang Anshi was short of money, so he could only grit his teeth and save face to take the initiative to do the job.

However, it was useless for him to take the initiative alone.

No matter how hard he tried, and no matter how much he and his disciples waved flags and shouted for a long time, the monster hiding in the gym remained motionless.

Huang Anshi's forehead was slightly sweaty.

There is no such thing as catching monsters at night. Generally speaking, if you cannot find the monster's hiding place, you should wait until it comes out at night.

If you already know the exact location, then you just need to use some tricks to force him to show up. The daytime sunlight is actually more advantageous to the demon hunter.

But the guy hiding in the gym refused to come out no matter what.

That doesn’t make sense… Do you really want me to find a black dog?
Just when Huang Anshi was about to collapse, the sound of a car engine was heard from the entrance of the gym.

Sayuri whispered, "Master Huang, let's stop here today. I know you have good intentions, but the monster has not appeared. Now there are guests outside, you should clean up quickly and don't let the guests misunderstand. If this matter gets out, it will cause great trouble to our gym."

"Okay, okay."

Since others gave him a way out, Huang Anshi quickly took advantage of the situation and put away his magical powers.

At this time, the guest had already walked in from the main entrance of the dojo. He was an old man in a suit and tie, with white hair, an imposing aura but not tall. He was leaning on a cane in his hand, with an expressionless face and gloomy eyes.

At first glance, he is not an easy person to deal with.

The old man was followed by several black-clad bodyguards and an androgynous assistant with a sarcastic face. He said, "Send the best woman here to entertain my master!"

If not my buddy, who are you?

Not only Wang Yunxiao was confused, Sayuri was also equally bewildered.

What happened these past two days? Do you think our gym is a city gate? Anyone can come in and out?
The proprietress came over with a smile, but before she could say a word, she was slapped in the face by the person opposite her.

Sayuri pulled the knife out of her hand in a flash.

Tolerable or unbearable.

(End of this chapter)