Chapter 1,350 Japanese Monks

In a commercial car, a young man in a brown suit stepped out and adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were sharp behind the lenses.

Seeing this person appear, Xue Wen's face suddenly changed color slightly.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes sharp, and strode towards Xue Wen.

"Wenwen, didn't you say you have a stomachache and feel unwell, and you want to rest in the hotel?" Wu Zhiming held his glasses frame, and his eyes behind the lenses were sharp.

"My best friend came to see me. I just went out to drink coffee with her." Xue Wen said with a sly expression.

"You have time to drink coffee with your bestie, but you don't have time to go to a cocktail party with me?" Wu Zhiming sneered.

Ren Jing stood up and said with a smile: "Young Master Wu, I didn't know that Wenwen had a job, so I asked her to come out and play with me for a while. Don't blame her."

"Yes, Mr. Wu, give me some face." Su Yu stood up and said with a smile.

Wu Zhiming glanced at Su Yu. Su Yu was also in the circle. Wu Zhiming's family strength was similar to Su Yu's.

"Since Mr. Su has spoken, I must give him this face. After all, Xue Wen is a rising star that our company is highly praised for. I will not embarrass him. But where is that kid? I beat my bodyguard yesterday. I must give this tone. Only when you get out." Wu Zhiming said coldly.

"You mean shadow?"

Xue Wen frowned.

"Yes, that's that kid. Where is he? Today I'm going to beat him until he kneels down and kowtows to me to admit his mistake." Wu Zhiming said with a fierce look.

Behind Wu Zhiming stood a group of bodyguards with cold expressions. In addition, there was a Japanese ronin with a Tsukiyo head, wooden clogs, a tachi hanging on his waist, and his eyes were like a hawk.

"He just went to the toilet. What, did that boy offend Mr. Wu?" Su Yu had a look of amusement on his face.

"I went to the bathroom. Did you know that I was going to trouble him and ran away in advance?" Wu Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp light flashed from the slits of his eyes.

"That kid offended me and injured my bodyguard, which made me lose face. Today I have to show him some color and help him loosen his muscles."

Wu Zhiming said coldly.

"Sure enough, that boy's character will definitely offend people." Ren Jing muttered in a low voice.

Xue Wen frowned and said with a pale face: "Young Master Wu, he is my friend. If he offends Young Master Wu, I will help him apologize to you. I hope you will not embarrass him."

Xue Wen was a little nervous. She begged Zhuo Bufan to be her assistant and accompany her. If Zhuo Bufan was injured because of herself, she would definitely feel guilty.

"What about your friend? If you offend me, you must make him taste the pain. If you know that you have offended someone, you should pay the price." Wu Zhiming said with a fierce look, and then looked at the ronin with the moon-shaped head next to him and spoke in Japanese. Muttered a few words.

"Well, I will definitely teach that boy a lesson for daring to insult our Japanese martial arts." The ronin nodded, his eyes growing colder.

Wu Zhiming nodded, with a slightly respectful look on his face, "Mr. Yamamoto, that kid relied on his knowledge of martial arts and threatened that Japanese martial arts was rubbish. He should be made to suffer a little."

Yesterday, Wu Zhiming's bodyguard suffered a loss at the hands of Zhuo Bufan. Wu Zhiming went to the kendo gym to hire a master to deal with Zhuo Bufan, and it was this Yamamoto Yoshihisa in front of him.

"Isn't that kid good at martial arts? But Mr. Kikhisa Yamamoto is the master of Japan's number one kendo gym. Let him suffer a little later." Wu Zhiming had a weird smile on his face.

"The number one kendo master in Japan?"

Su Yu had a look of shock on his face after hearing Wu Zhiming's words.

Now that spiritual energy has revived, the rich and underground forces are no longer on the stage. The real strong ones are those warriors, those powerful beings who know all kinds of magic.

The number one kendo school in Japan is one of the three schools in Japan, the kendo school, the aikido school, and the shrine school. It can be said that they are the three strongest forces in Japan.

Xue Wen clenched her palms tightly and bit her crystal clear lower lip hard, her pretty face full of worry.

"Wenwen, don't worry." Ren Jing grabbed Xue Wen's cold arm and whispered: "When your friend comes out, ask him to apologize to Mr. Wu, and then I will ask Mr. Su to say a few words. , at least it won’t make him suffer too much.”

"This is the only way." Xue Wen regretted a little. If she had known that such a situation would happen, she should not have asked Zhuo Bufan for help on the plane. After seeing the guilt on her best friend's face, Ren Jing said: "Wenwen, in fact, you can't be blamed for this matter. All these consequences are due to that guy's character. He likes to show off. It's better now. I offended Mr. Wu. , if he had a more humble personality, why would Wu Zhiming come to trouble him?

bother? "

Although she said this, Xue Wen still felt uncomfortable.

"Go to the bathroom. I'll wait for him here. If he wants to, don't come out." Wu Zhiming held the frame of his glasses, the cold light reflecting off the lenses, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Dragon Kingdom Warrior, let me show you how powerful our Japanese swordsmanship is!"

Yamamoto Kiku stood there coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives.

In the restroom.

Zhuo Bufan arranged the formation and used his spiritual sense to detect that the two Japanese monks had entered the boundary.

"It's already here, Ning!"

Zhuo Bufan pressed the seal with both hands, and a huge invisible dome suddenly enveloped the entire street. Of course, ordinary people could not see it with the naked eye. As for the two Japanese monks, their cultivation was too low, so they could not detect it.

"Master, that girl is right in front. Just capture her. Time is running out. I'm going to ravage her tonight."

"There is a pretty good-looking woman next to her. Let's take both of them away."

At the entrance of this quiet street, two men in casual clothes walked side by side, talking in low voices.

"You two, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in the minds of the two of them.

The expressions of the two Japanese monks suddenly changed. The other party noticed them, but they did not find the other party, indicating that the other party's strength was much higher than theirs.

At this time, a young man with black hair and black eyes suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Your Excellency, I don't know who you are? What do you want from us?" The middle-aged man's face was sullen, his eyes were calm, and he stared at the young man in front of him warily.

The slightly younger Japanese monk man put his hands behind his back and squeezed the magic formula in his hands.

Zhuo Bufan saw this and did not stop him. He said, "I just want to know about Japan's spiritual veins. If you two cooperate well, I can make your death not too painful."

"idiot!"

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, revealing a fierce look.

"The Art of Fire Immortal!"

The young man had already condensed the spell in his hands. He waved his hands, and out of thin air, a huge strange bird with blazing flames flew towards Zhuo Bufan. The burning flames made the surrounding air seem to twist into ripples.

"Huh, what a small skill."

Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth, his abdomen contracted, his chest bulged, and he actually swallowed the 'Firebird' into his belly.

"This..." The two Japanese monks' faces were as pale as paper, and there was only one thought in their minds - escape!