No one came for a long time, everyone was waiting and watching. Only ten bowls of Qu Yong's twelve bowls of dishes were left. It seemed that there were still many, but it seemed that there were not many.

Those people stared at the ten bowls of food with wolf-like eyes, but Qu Yong still thought about the departing Ansara.

He was thinking whether it was right or wrong to give these two invitations to Kansharo. What if they were given to him and it would bring disaster to his life? If he couldn't keep these two invitations, wouldn't it be a harm to others?

His worry was not wrong. Before Kisara left Taiyuan, he quickly deviated from the streets in the city center and walked alone into a deep alley.

If he had been walking in that lively neighborhood, some people might have been more cautious and wouldn't have had the chance to attack him. But now that he was walking alone to a place with few people, wouldn't it be a good opportunity for those people to snatch the invitations?

Sure enough, as soon as Kisara walked into the alley, two ruffian-looking people blocked the alley, one behind the other, chewing gum in their mouths, playing with a folding knife quickly in their hands, and pointed at him. Come with good intentions.

Kisara didn't seem to understand the situation yet. He politely said to the person blocking his way: "Please, give way."

The ruffian smiled evilly and said, "What if I don't let you?"

"Okay, then I'll go another way," Ansara showed no intention of getting angry and resisting. He turned around and wanted to go back the way he came and take another way.

"Hey... don't go," the people behind saw that he was so weak and could be bullied, and they desperately waved the knife in their hands to block his retreat.

"You can't go down this road either,"

There were wolves in front of him and tigers in the back, blocking him tightly. He was just a poor boy without arms. How could there be no way to go in such a huge world?

"You're so crippled, you still have to get an invitation to watch this unprecedented battle. It's just a waste of your quota. Hand it over quickly. Maybe we can let you crawl under my crotch, hahahaha ,,”

"Don't bully others too much,"

"I'm just going to bully you into being crippled in front of others. Do you have the hands to hit me?"

Before he finished speaking, Ansara suddenly exhaled, pushed his knee, and whipped his right calf hard towards the man's vagina like a whip.

Although the man spoke arrogantly, he also paid attention in his heart. When he saw his whip kick coming, he immediately dodged it and reacted quickly and quickly.

But Kansara's whip leg was just a feint, it turned into a step forward, and then the right shoulder drove the whole body and leaned over.

"Hmm", his series of movements were clean and neat, knocking the little ruffian to the ground.

"It's okay to hit someone without using your hands,"

He eliminated one of them neatly, then looked at the other one and said, "What do you want me to do with my hands or my feet?"

The little ruffian then realized that his folding knife was easy to play with, but it was only used to scare the elderly and children, and it was not enough for fighting. "I...I..."

"I'm here to fight you, you're useless, why don't you give up,"

Has the real master begun to emerge?

The man who came out this time was dressed like an old farmer in the countryside, with a simple and honest expression on his face. Only the occasional flash of cunning in his eyes could prove that his appearance was just a disguise.

He smoked Laohan tobacco and said: "You are used to using your feet, and I am used to using my hands. Let's try it and see how it goes."

"Okay," Ansara shouted. He caught up two steps and was about to move his feet. Unexpectedly, he accidentally stumbled and rolled to the ground, rolling around in a circle.

Seeing the opportunity, the old man was about to drop the last stone. Unexpectedly, Ansara's two legs suddenly flew out, like a pair of big scissors, thrusting and twisting, and captured the old man's body. ankle.

His kick was so powerful that even an ordinary wooden stick would be broken on the spot.

The old man didn't expect him to be so cunning, but even though he was frightened, he saw him using his right hand to perform a small Tai Chi exercise called "Jade Girl Shuttle". With just one move, it was like playing a pipa, brushing up Ansara's calf.

Four or two strokes of a thousand pounds, this skill is exactly the spirit of Tai Chi. Unexpectedly, the Japanese folk saying Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, just this stroke is enough to show that this old man has glimpsed the threshold of energy.

Immediately, Kisara's offensive was forced to stop, and his men rolled out for several rounds like rubber balls.

"Hahahaha," the old man thought, "A disciple of the famous Judo number one, Tanaka Yasushiro, is so pusy. It seems that I have been too careful."

The thought flashed across his mind and he felt like he was being looked down upon.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, after a few moves, Kansara would just roll to the ground to dodge, and when he was hit, he couldn't even return a single move.

But even though he couldn't fight back, the old man couldn't defeat him for a moment.

Suddenly, I heard Anshaluo laughing and saying: "Well, it turns out that Qu Yong, you are finally here. Come and attack with me quickly."

The old man's body trembled, his hand movements became chaotic, and he shouted: "Where is Qu Yong?" Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked in the chest by Ansha Luo.

"It turns out that he never fought back because he was just waiting for help. He refused to give anyone invitation to Qu Yong, but he gave it to him. If he saw me grabbing his invitation, wouldn't I be... bad... "The old man was so panicked that he ran away without even looking back.

When the two men saw him, they ran away shouting.

"Huh!" Ansara shook the dust off his body and stood up, smiling slightly.

"Are you always this opportunistic?"

There was a faint voice behind him. It sounded like a lover whispering in your ear, but it also seemed very far away, so far away that it seemed like it was shouting to you from the horizon.

Ansara's body trembled slightly, and he quickly turned his head to look around, only to see that there was no one around. He said loudly: "Senior, are you here?"

The voice said: "I have been here all along, and I have also seen your pretentiousness just now,"

Ansara said: "This man's martial arts is actually better than mine, but from the beginning when he sent two young men to test my martial arts, I realized that he is just a villain who bullies the weak and fears the strong, so I did not Don't worry, just pretend that you are beaten and can't fight back, make him feel proud, and then scare him and kick him twice, and you will naturally scare him away. Although this is a fake, but I think walking In Jianghu, martial arts is not necessarily the most important, adaptability is also key,"

The voice was silent for a moment, and then sighed slightly: "You are right. In life, it does not mean you are good at martial arts, you can do everything you want. You are very good, you are young, but you are so witty and calm in dealing with things. With the air of a general, no wonder Yasushiro Tanaka entrusted you with a heavy responsibility, and Kotaro Kamiya was really invited to come out by you, and even sent you to find me,"

Kisara said respectfully: "Senior, I'm grateful to see you. In fact, senior has been silently overlooking the national destiny of Japan. Kisara doesn't need to do anything at all. Senior already knows everything."

The voice said faintly: "Oh, you don't have to be humble. You have done something that no one in Japan can do. Young man, you are the pride of Japan."

While he was talking, a thick fog slowly appeared from nowhere. In the mist, there was a woman in white clothes, the wandering Luo Shen, looming.

You look at him carefully, but it seems that there is no such person in the fog. If you feel that there is no such person, she seems to be really there, in a daze. No one can find her exact location, and no one can find her exact location. If you can really see clearly, she looks like the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water.

Even though Ansara had followed her for many days, he was still not sure whether he was in a dream or whether he had really seen this person. If he turned around, he found that he could not remember her face, let alone her face. I wish I could see how old she is.

This is the legendary dynasty guardian who protects Japan's national destiny. Whenever Japan encounters a huge disaster, she will appear.

But when will she appear and when will she disappear?

No one has ever known where she is, and no one has ever been able to find her. Her existence is like a mystery, but it is this mystery that has given the Japanese people the strongest belief. They believe that as long as there is someone, With her here, Japanese martial arts will always be victorious.

"Let's go, I don't want anyone to see me just yet,"

A faint mist filled the alley, and when the fog dissipated, no one saw Kisara and the woman anymore.

It's like nothing happened.

At this time, in the center of the square, another person walked over. He had a sad expression and was dressed in black. He seemed to have infinite pain in his heart that he could not express.

"Watanabe Ichiro..."

The visitor turned out to be Hideki Watanabe's father, the nominal leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Then Ichiro Watanabe walked up to Qu Yong, raised his head and said, "I want an invitation too, I want an invitation."

"Why should I give it to you?" Qu Yong looked at him coldly. He knew why Watanabe was sad. It is the most painful thing in the world for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person something. No wonder he was so haggard.

Watanabe Hideki gritted his teeth and said: "Because I want to go in and see who my son died for and what the decisive battle he worked so hard for is like. He can't see it. I want to open my eyes wide for him." He watched,"

Qu Yong said coldly: "This is your business. It's not convincing to me."

Ichiro Watanabe said: "What do you want before you give me one?"

Qu Yong said: "Then it depends on what you can give me. You should know that we are not friends. I even want to see you sad,"

Ichiro Watanabe nodded and said: "You want to avenge your teacher, but now that Hideki is dead, I will repay your revenge."

Qu Yong said: "If you come to pay it back, how can you pay it back?"

Watanabe knelt down and kowtowed three times. Then, with red eyes, he roared like a wild beast: "This is interest, and I will definitely pay it back to you."

"Three rings, this interest is too big," Qu Yong thought, "Is Watanabe Hideki really dead? Even if he cuts off my head, I don't believe that someone as despicable and shrewd as him would do this. dead,"

If he had not died, why would Watanabe beg for such humiliation?

"I can give you an invitation, but..."

Ichiro Watanabe said: "But what?"

Qu Yong said: "But I want to see the body of Hideki Watanabe..."

Watanabe Ichiro was startled and said: "This...I'm afraid...is not allowed,"

Qu Yong said: "Why, a person dies like a lamp going out. I can't even give him a ride."

Watanabe Ichiro said: "My child, my body has been incinerated. If Qu Jun wants to see it, I'm afraid..."

Qu Yong said: "Incineration, so anxious,"

Ichiro Watanabe said: "He died young, so of course he cannot be left at home, otherwise he will die in peace."

This reason was obviously very reluctant, but Qu Yong couldn't tell what was wrong. He touched his nose and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity. Since you insist on this, I can give you an invitation to come and watch the game on time the day after tomorrow."
Chapter completed!