Shinichi Furukawa's eyes were full of fanaticism, and the Bushido spirit admired the strong, and he wanted to make the young man who broke his arm pay a heavy price.

Shinichi Furukawa slowly retreated, closed the room door, and then walked towards the next room with a respectful gaze.

And the room next to Matsushima Dafeng is Aoi's room.

The door was closed, and the woman's arrogant smile and moans came from inside from time to time, and there was also a male voice with a rough voice.

Obviously, there is a reason why Aoi Jun has not walked out of the room these days.

Furukawa Maichi smiled and there was a little more subtle in his eyes, and he knocked on the door gently.

The gasping sound in the room stopped abruptly, and soon the door was opened.

In an instant, Shin-Kuka's eyes became straightened. He saw three arrogant women lying on the bed. There was no covering on their bodies. Their bodies were lying horizontally on the bed. The one who pushed open the door was a strong man. The man was not tall but very well-proportioned, with soft muscle lines on his body, full of explosiveness.

"Aoi Kan, I am Shinichi Furukawa of the Samurai Order."

Shinichi Furukawa bowed and said, "He admired Aoi Hok, so he felt that Aoi Hok could withstand his bow."

"What's the matter."

The man asked naked and coldly, "If someone disturbs a good thing, his mood will naturally not be much better."

"Justice Songdao asked me to come and notify you just now. He asked you to test a young Chinese master of martial arts in China."

"oh?"

Aoi raised his eyebrows lightly, and a hint of mockery came out of the corner of his mouth, and then said, "How can there be masters among the young people in China? The president of their National Arts Association is just a state of "intention". What kind of master is a young man?"

Hoshi Aoi sneered that China's national martial arts were not worth mentioning in his opinion, and he did not take it seriously at all for the younger generation. Even the older generation of national martial arts masters were only a few people who were qualified to compete with him.

"I heard that there is a woman in the Chinese Art Society who is about to reach the 'shen' realm at a young age?"

Furukawa nodded and said, "This time I was ordered to assassinate that girl. I was about to succeed, but the young master suddenly appeared, interrupted my arms and lost a gunman."

Furukawa Machiko said gritting his teeth.

"That's interesting. When I solve him, I will snatch the woman from the Chinese Arts Association and enjoy it."

Aoi licked his lips, looking expectant.

Fang Quan sat cross-legged in the bedroom, and the spirit gathering formation was endless, drawing spiritual energy from heaven and earth from the outside world, so that the spiritual energy in his bedroom was always maintained to a certain level.

His cultivation has achieved remarkable results these days, and the spiritual energy group in his dantian has continued to expand and has occupied most of his dantian.

Fang Quan believed that as long as he persisted in practicing for half a month, he would reach the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and then he could try to reach the spiritual light stage.

Zhong Ling came back from get off work and cooked in the kitchen. Since Fang Quan rescued her from the land of Liumeng last time, Zhong Ling's attitude towards him has changed. At least he will cook very richly these days. In the past, Zhong Ling would usually eat at the company and bring some back to Fang Quan when he is in a good mood.

Although Fang Quan's image has not completely changed in Zhong Ling's eyes, he is still the image of a prodigal son, but Fang Quan is very happy to see Zhong Ling's subtle changes.

He got up and walked out of the room. He wanted to go to the kitchen to help Zhong Ling.

"Don't come over and cause trouble!"

Zhong Ling was washing vegetables. When he saw Fang Quan coming to help, there was a hint of warmth in the corner of his eyes, but the tone on his mouth was still cold.

In Zhong Ling's eyes, Fang Quan has indeed changed. In the past, Fang Quan was completely like a young master or a playboy, regardless of whether he had money or not. He reached out to eat and opened his mouth, waiting for Zhong Ling to serve him. Zhong Ling was a maid who could be driven by him, and he was not even a girl who warmed the bed.

Fang Quan wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Zhong Ling, but when she saw that she was busy in the kitchen, she stopped disturbing her.

Dingling~~~

The doorbell rang.

Fang Quan frowned, and then his spiritual sense was released.

Since he was rashly invaded his home last time, Fang Quan felt a grudge in his heart. Now, as long as the doorbell rings, Fang Quan will release his spiritual sense to investigate.

Since Fang Quan lost power, his family has been deserted and rarely visited him on weekdays.

The spiritual consciousness radiated out from all directions, and Fang Quan's heart suddenly tightened.

He felt that the blood and energy of the people outside the sect were very strong and arrogant, and he had no intention of restraining himself. Moreover, this person's strength was no match for Chu Changfeng.

The visitor is not good!

Fang Quan's heart sank. This man must have been coming to provoke him, but Zhong Ling was at home, so he was worried and did not dare to take action rashly.

Just as Fang Quan was thinking about whether to open the door, Zhong Ling walked out of the kitchen with an apron.

"Open the door, why don't you open it?"

Zhong Ling said, and opened the door directly.

The moment you open the door!

Fang Quan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt the threat.

A clang sound!

One hand appeared in front of Zhong Ling, and the hand went straight to Zhong Ling's cheek.

Fang Quan was quick and grabbed Zhong Ling's wrist and then pulled her into his arms.

Very quick and vicious, obviously wanting to kill him with one knife.

When Zhong Ling saw the cold light slashing down, he panicked and was stunned by the sudden shock.

Fortunately, Fang Quan was quick and quick, and when he pulled Zhong Ling into his arms.

Then, the handle fell down.

The blade is extremely sharp!

Zhong Ling's flying apron was instantly chopped into two halves, and the apron fell down like a butterfly, which was extremely dangerous.

"Haha, it seems that your response is good."

The person standing knocking on the door was Aoi Ho. He was optimistic about the Chinese in front of him, but he didn't think he could be better than him.

Listening to Aoi looking at his broken Chinese language, Fang Quan frowned.

I think it was related to the Sun Kingdom warrior this morning.

Aoi Hok stood at the outer door with a arrogant look on his face. His eyes were staring at Zhong Ling in Fang Quan's arms, and a strong desire for possessiveness flashed in his eyes.

These days, Aoi has been staying in the hotel, and she has a variety of women accompanying Sui every day. But for so long, he has been in China. It is the first time he has seen such a beautiful and elegant woman as Zhong Ling, wearing an apron, but her eyes are pure, completely different from ordinary young women. In his opinion, he is like those high-ranking stars in China.

"The Chinese little woman looks good. When I get rid of your man later, you can accompany me for a few days."

Aoi Wang grinned. He didn't take Fang Quan into consideration, even though Fang Quan showed his good reaction ability just now.

"You are looking for death!"

When Fang Quan saw Aoi Wang, he actually felt attentive to Zhong Ling, and his eyes instantly became as cold as a thousand years of cold cave.

It doesn't matter if this island country's bushi said he was ridiculed, but Fang Quan would never let Zhong Ling be affected.

"You are looking for death!"

Aoi Wang smiled, but his eyes couldn't help but look at Zhong Lingfeng's bright and graceful Hungarian mouth. Even with clothes covering her, Aoi Wang could still imagine her endless beauty and style on the bed.

It's a tormenting thing.

Aoi wanted to take Zhong Ling for himself. You should know that he did not come to China for any national arts exchanges. He had only one purpose for coming to China, that is, the woman from China!

In his opinion, Chinese women have a unique charm, which is better than coquettishness and shyness.

After saying that, Aoi took a step forward. His figure was very fast, at least to ordinary people, and the long sword in his hand was even more slashed.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!