I'm practicing ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

A broadcast sounded, and the sleepy Xia Luoluo slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the scenery outside the window. At this moment, he had arrived in China. He then raised his right hand and made a seal.

"Fuck-"

A sharp friction sound was heard, but it was soon covered by the roar of the plane's engine. The originally silent "Golden Eagle" suddenly raised its head, and its wings attached to the plane spread out, and then it flew away.

It flew higher into the sky, as if chasing a plane that was about to land, its wings flapping rapidly...

After doing all this, Xia Luolu put his left hand on the table, supported his head, and looked at the scenery outside the window with interest.

As the plane landed at Beiding Airport and stopped steadily, Xia Riluo unbuckled his seat belt and got off the plane under the guidance of the flight attendant.

The first thing Xia Luye did when he stepped off the plane was to take a deep breath. Then he walked forward with anticipation and followed the crowd out of the airport.

According to Akira Nitta who picked me up in the morning, China will send a sorcerer to pick me up at the airport;

It is not a special treat. Below the special-grade magician is the first-grade magician, who is also considered the top combat force in the world of magic. Countries usually pay more attention to it.

Although he didn't know if it was true, Xia Riluo was thinking so at the moment, and it also made it easier for him to find someone.

Not long after, Xia Luoluo saw three people huddled together, holding signs in their hands, similar to missing person signs. His name was clearly written in Japanese on the sign.

【Summer is falling】

"What are you looking at?"

The woman holding the sign looked at the boy who was less than half a year away from her. He seemed to be staring at the sign in her hand, and his eyes did not look very well.

"Hello, my name is Summer Sunset."

Xia Rilu took off his baseball cap and sunglasses, revealing the upper half of his face covered by the Immortal Book, and his black pupils stared directly at the three people in front of him.

The woman holding the sign looked to be about twenty years old, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing red high heels, short-sleeved shirt and long pants, revealing her waist, and had a very hot body.

! ! ?

Xia Rilu's remarks made the two people who were smoking on the side pause, and the cigarettes in their mouths fell. Their originally calm eyes were now full of vigilance, staring at the young man next to them; they didn't even notice when this person walked in front of them, as if his breath had been wiped out. If they hadn't been able to see him, they would have thought it was a ghost.

He is an expert...

The woman didn't feel anything, perhaps because she had never experienced a battle, but she had been staring at the passers-by. Unlike the two who had been taking advantage of the situation, she had always maintained a responsible attitude towards this job. She just looked carefully at the boy's eyes and found that they matched the photo in her memory. She smiled and said in Japanese:

"こんにちは、中国へようこそ."

(Translation: Hello, welcome to China.)

“Um, I can speak Chinese…”

Xia Luoluo listened to the Japanese spoken by the woman, speechless. He seemed to have greeted her in Chinese just now. Was it because he hadn't spoken in a long time and his Chinese was not standard?

It shouldn't be...

When talking to the man before, he kept boasting that his Chinese was extremely standard.

"Ah? Is that so?!"

The woman subconsciously raised her right hand to cover her mouth.

"Yes, he just said hello, my name is Xia Luoluo, Lu Ya."

The man joked that after all, it was rare to see her make mistakes at work, so it would be inappropriate not to smile at this moment.

"Hate."

Seeing that Zhao Yang was laughing at her, Lu Ya raised her right foot and stepped hard on him with her heel.

Suddenly, the man could no longer laugh, and a mask of pain instantly appeared on his face.

"Lu Ya."

Xia Luoluo muttered in his heart, looking at the ferocious man beside him. He was about 1.75 meters tall, wearing short sleeves, with exposed muscles, and his hands were rough with thick calluses. It seemed that he had been in the army, or his family ran a martial arts school.

As for the curse jutsu family, that needs to be considered. It's too funny and different from the curse jutsu family he knows, except for Gojo Sensei. His personality is probably a weird one among all the curse jutsu families.

another……

Seeing Xia Luoluo looking at him, the man with an elegant temperament and who looked like a rich family introduced himself: "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Zhuge An. The two next to me are Lu Ya and Zhao Yang. I am also the captain of the two teams."

Lu Ya, who was called out, interrupted: "Just the deputy captain."

"it's the same."

"Different."

"The captain's seat will be mine sooner or later."

"The captain can't be replaced by you..."

Looking at the two people bickering, Xia was speechless for a while, but also a little envious of this atmosphere.

"Let's go, our team was just a little noisy, but otherwise it's fine."

Zhao Yang ignored the two people arguing, as if he was used to it, and walked out of the airport with Xia Luoluo;

"We are only responsible for receiving you. We don't know the whereabouts of the special-grade magician Lu Xiaoyao. We probably have to wait for our captain to come back. After all, he is a special-grade magician, the best in the country. Plus, China is so big. Maybe he is hunting for special-grade curse spirits on Mount Everest right now, hahahaha."

Looking at Zhao Yang's half-joking look, Xia Luo's attention was no longer on Lu Xiaoyao, but shifted to the special grade one.

Some people asked curiously, "How many 'special grade sorcerers' are there in China?"

"Two. Not to mention the special grade, even the first grade ones are rare. It takes three or four cities to produce one first grade magician. If I remember correctly, you are a first grade magician, right? That's what the information says. I just glanced at it."

Most of the sorcerers in a country can be found out with a simple check. Those things that can be found out are not secrets at all. As for those that cannot be found out, Zhao Yang doesn't know either. What he said are those that can be found out.

"Ah."

Xia Luoluo nodded, and gently fanned his right hand, feeling the black curse in the air. He sensed something was wrong when he just got out of the plane. There was too little breath of negative emotions.

Maybe there is too much negativity in Japan.

Curses are caused by human negative emotions. When curses are formed, they are gathered into curses floating in the air. Most of them are formed over time, while some dissipate before they are formed.

Perhaps it is because China is too vast, the curse has not yet begun to gather and has drifted to other places, which is the so-called stillbirth.

"To be honest, I really envy you. You've reached the first-level magician at such a young age. What did you do in Japan?!"

"I didn't do anything. Last month I slaughtered the Kamo family, one of the three major curse families in Japan, and then I was promoted from level 2 to level 1."

"..."

"What was slaughtered?"

Zhao Yang seemed to doubt whether he had heard something wrong, and looked at Xia Rishuo beside him with a frown.

"No, it's nothing."

Xia Riluo didn't want to repeat it a second time. What he had just said was clear enough, and he definitely understood it. He turned around and asked about the special curse spirit on Mount Everest.

He wanted to hunt that special grade one. After all, the reason he came to China, besides getting back the "special grade cursed tool" "Amenaiboko", was to improve his own strength. Not to mention whether there was a difference in the evaluation between the two countries' sorcerers, even if there was, it would not be too outrageous.

"that……"

Zhao Yang told what he knew. After all, it was not a secret. Unlike humans, the death of one special-grade curse spirit was one less. He even wished that all the curse spirits would die if he could get rid of this young man.

Chapter 188 The Devil's Whisper (Please recommend and vote)

“Mount Everest is the highest peak in the world, named after the movement of plates and its annual growth. The living conditions there are extremely harsh, but it has also become the dream of every climber, who want to leave their own footprints on the highest peak.

But how many non-magicians can climb a peak that is more than 800 meters above sea level? Excluding some extreme weather or abnormal conditions, only very few people can climb it under normal conditions. Every year, some people die from this, but every year, there are people who continue to climb the peak.

But ten years ago, a group of climbers suddenly lost contact. At first, they thought they had encountered an avalanche. The Spell Headquarters also sent a team led by a second-level sorcerer to investigate, but there was no news after a few days. Finally, three first-level sorcerers led a team to investigate, only to find out that a cursed spirit that can control snow had been born on Mount Everest since some time ago.

Afterwards, all three teams were wiped out, and the only captain who returned also died dozens of days later. He committed suicide because he could not bear the bone-chilling cold. Since then, Mount Everest has been sealed off and has become a forbidden place that no one has ever set foot on. "

"Can't we use the 'reversal technique' to treat it?"

Hearing this, Xia Rilu frowned. Three first-level magicians led the team, but they were all destroyed. It can only be said that he is worthy of being a special-level magician, or he has occupied the right time and place;

The cursed spirit that controls snow has an absolute geographical advantage on Mount Everest. If there is a heavy snowfall, its combat power will increase sharply. So it was incredible enough that the first-level magician could escape. Although he died in the end, it was too painful and he chose to end it by suicide.

"At that time, there was no magician who could use the 'reversal spell' on others. It's a pity. If he had persisted for another year, he might have survived. After all, he was a captain-level figure. It would be a pity to die like this."

Zhao Yang took out the car key from his pocket, pressed the button to open the car door and said, "Have you eaten? It's already afternoon. I'll take you to have lunch first, and then go to where our team lives. Or do you have other plans?"

"No, I have to act alone. Let's exchange phone numbers. You can contact me if you find someone."

Xia Rizhuo took out his cell phone, exchanged phone numbers with Zhao Yang and left. At the moment, he had more important things to do. His "Golden Eagle" was still flying in the sky, and he had to retrieve the "Wave-Breaking Sword" inside first.

"Huh? Why is he gone?!"

After bickering with each other, the two watched Xia Rishuo leave and looked at Zhao Yang with curiosity.

"Told him a little bit about the special imaginary curse on Mount Everest, and then he left."

Zhao Yang shrugged and started talking about business: "An, what do you think of him? Japan wants to reclaim the special-grade cursed tools sealed by other countries, and the higher-ups asked us to take care of him? Isn't this very abnormal?"

“You should call me the dark vice-captain, really.

Do you think he can successfully recover the cursed tools from the special-class? We just gave them a chance. Whether they can recover it successfully has nothing to do with us. If they die in China, they can only shut up. In the end, the things are still ours.

It's just a process. Even if the aura is well concealed, so what? There is only one special magician in 600 million people. We just need to do our job well. "

Zhuge An took out a cigarette box from his pocket and tapped the cigarettes inside.

"Assassination?"

Lu Ya on the side blinked, looking at Xia Ri's back with some confusion, and then her pupils shrank. She couldn't even sense the boy's presence! ?

Some people find it hard to believe that the Japanese sorcery world could train this child to be an assassin at such a young age?

Although he instinctively didn't want to believe it, the facts at this moment told him that he was indeed very good at concealing his aura, the kind that could disappear in an instant once he dived into a crowd.

I originally had some good feelings towards this somewhat immature and slightly cute boy, but now it seems that I can only trim the grass on his grave next year.

"Indeed, but I'm still a little worried. An, can you please check the Internet to see the three major Japanese curse families, the Kamo family."

"Why are you looking at him? Want to hear gossip?"

Zhuge An lit the cigarette in his mouth, glanced at the beautiful woman walking by and winked at her, but Zhao Yang's next words made him lose his composure.

"He massacred the entire Kamo family..."

……

"I really miss it."

Summer Sunset put on his sunglasses and baseball cap again and surveyed the surrounding scenery. Naturally, he also "heard" the conversation of those people and roughly understood what they were saying by reading their lips.

None of them were important, and she roughly knew that they were not lying to her. They really didn't know where Lu Xiaoyao was.

It seems that we can only wait for their captain to come back, and for the "special cursed spirit" on Mount Everest.

I have a feeling that his eyes will evolve after he returns home. After all, it sounds awesome, and the points given by the system shouldn't be too low. The only question left for me is whether I can win.

He could only open his Susanoo one last time. His pupil technique had already dried up. His fighting power was about to be cut in half...

Walking along the busy Beiyi Avenue, and watching the old men playing chess under the trees, everything seemed so familiar, yet a little strange.

Finally, he came to a more secluded place, raised his right hand, pinched the seal, and shouted softly: "Ha!"

"Boom!"

There was an explosion in the sky, similar to the sound of firecrackers, which would not attract many people's attention in this place full of folk fireworks. A black object fell from the explosion, and it was Xia Ri's "Breaking Wave Knife".

Xia Luoche opened his cross-body bag with his left hand, took out a black backpack from a pile of "Flying Birds", slowly zipped it up, walked forward for dozens of meters, raised his right hand high and steadily caught the rapidly falling "Wave Breaking Knife", put it in the backpack, zipped it up, and left directly.

The whole process was done without using the eyes, in one go, as if it had been practiced many times just for such a pretentious move;

But the fact is indeed like this, apart from not practicing in advance, it is just for showing off.

After getting the "Breaking Waves Sword" back, Xia Luo went to the bank to exchange tens of thousands of RMB, and then went to a nearby place to eat and drink. After all, people live to eat, and he wanted to taste the delicious Chinese food again.

Of course, this kind of extravagant eating and drinking has also attracted the attention of some lawless elements. Such people can be found in every country. Because they are lazy and like to eat, they choose the quickest way to make money, which is to use their legs, hands and mouth to create their dreams. If possible, they will usually bring a knife.

"Robbery, kid."

In an alley at night, Xia Luoshe, who was about to meet up with Zhao Yang and his friends, was robbed by four shirtless men.

"..."

Looking at the sunglasses and hat being taken away, Xia Luo was speechless, but it was precisely because of his speechlessness that he watched with interest what they would do next. He was really free at the moment;

The kind that does shit out of idleness.

They don't want to go to Mount Everest for the time being. It's too big, what a damn place. Besides, their captain will be back around four o'clock this afternoon. Xia Luo wants to retrieve the cursed tools first, and then set out to find that special-grade cursed spirit.

When the four men saw that Xia Luoluo didn't shout or cry out, the hands that were ready to cover his mouth suddenly became useless and seemed unnecessary.