Chapter 1,352 Something Strange

The souls of these two Japanese monks have been controlled by Zhen Yuanzi and have become Zhuo Bufan's slaves, loyal to Zhuo Bufan from the depths of their souls.

"What are your names?"

The middle-aged male monk said respectfully: "My name is Bian Ruichuan, and I am a disciple of the Yin Yang Style Divine Sect."

The young monk said respectfully: "My name is Zuo Mu."

Zhuo Bufan inquired and finally understood the reason.

The Yin Yang Shishen Sect is the only training sect in Japan. It is divided into three major schools: the Kendo style, the Japanese style, and the Shen Gong style. It continuously supplies elite disciples with potential to the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, similar to the selection of the four major martial arts schools by the Kennan Martial Arts School. The pattern of discipleship.

"The only training sect in Japan, its strength must not be bad. What is the strongest level of strength in the Yin Yang Style Divine Sect?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a slight frown.

"I don't know. My identity is only the lowest inner disciple of the Yin Yang Style Sect. I don't have the authority to know more." Bian Dichuan replied respectfully.

"The Yin-Yang Lost God Sect has done a very good job of keeping secrets. Even the inner disciples don't know the cultivation level of the strongest member of the Yin-Yang God Sect." Zhuo Bufan shook his head, slightly disappointed.

Immediately, he asked some questions again and finally found out the reason why the two returned to Japan.

Zuo Mu is a disciple of Bian Ruichuan. When the two returned to Japan this time, they obtained a training quota in the spiritual vein realm and entered the place where the spiritual veins are located to practice.

Bian Dichuan has a senior brother who has a small position in the Yin Yang Lost God Sect, and he happens to be responsible for the task of allocating quotas. Therefore, Bian Dichuan has two quotas to go to the spiritual vein realm to practice.

"I didn't expect to find the location of Japan's spiritual veins so quickly."

A dark flame condensed in Zhuo Bufan's palm and was thrown on Zuo Mu's body, instantly burning the opponent and his soul into powder.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you are responsible for controlling Bian Ruichuan. I will pretend to be Zuo Mu and go to the Yin Yang Lost God Sect first."

Zhuo Bufan ordered.

"Yes, Second Young Master."

As soon as the words fell, Zhen Yuanzi immediately turned into a black mist and penetrated into Bian Dichuan's eyebrows. As for Bian Dichuan's soul, naturally it immediately dissipated into powder.

Zhuo Bufan pinched a spell in his hand and transformed into Zuo Mu's appearance.

"Yin-Yang Style Divine Sect, Spiritual Veins... No matter what, we must succeed." A fierce light flashed in Zhuo Bufan's eyes.

According to the information in Bian Tiechuan's mind, the person who would pick them up would arrive in Tokyo tomorrow. Zhuo Bufan and Zhen Yuanzi immediately turned into afterimages and found a hotel to rest before heading to the Onmyoji Divine Sect tomorrow.

…

A skyscraper not far from Tokyo Tower stands among rows of steel buildings.

The structural building with steel frame and glass surface reflects a layer of pale golden light under the sunlight.

There is only one huge golden character on the east side of the building - Sword.

The headquarters of Japan's national kendo school, the Kendo Building, is the holy place in the hearts of all kendo warriors. At the same time, there are two other giant buildings in Tokyo, one named Aikido and the other named Jingu Do.

These three most powerful organizations in the secular world train warriors of different schools, and then after strict selection, only those who are qualified to enter the Onmyoji Shrine as an outer disciple.

In a quiet room on the top floor of the Kendo Building, sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, spreading a layer of golden light.

An old man wearing martial arts uniforms and with long straight silver hair was kneeling on a futon, with a sandalwood table in front of him. A white aroma rose from the incense burner, which made people feel clear and clear.

"President Sekiya, you also know that our Kendo Martial Arts School can submit up to ten places every year, and each place is extremely precious..." The silver-haired old man said calmly, but hesitated to speak. "I understand what Mr. Yamajiu said. There are very few places chosen to go to the Onmyoji Shrine every year, but my son is talented and intelligent, and his strength is not bad. I think he should be qualified... As long as Mr. Yamajiu is willing to recommend my son, I I will definitely not disappoint Mr. Shanjiu. I happened to take photos from Longguo recently.

I got a millennium-old spiritual energy ginseng at the sale. For warriors, these precious medicinal materials should have considerable effects. "

On the other side of the desk, a middle-aged man in a black suit said in a low voice.

Shan Jiu raised his brows slightly and said with a smile on his face: "President Sekiya, please rest assured that Mr. Ling's qualifications are not bad. If you have my recommendation, you will definitely get a place."

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Shanjiu for his cultivation. In the future, Guangu will definitely not forget Mr. Shanjiu's great kindness." Guangu stood up, bent at ninety degrees, and whispered: "In the evening, I will send someone to Ginseng is delivered to Mr. Yamajiu’s house.”

After saying that, Guangu took a few steps back, then turned around and left the quiet room.

Ohno Yamahisa, a swordsman at the Supreme Realm, is also one of the directors of the Kendo Martial Arts Headquarters. He has the right to recommend Martial Arts disciples to enter the Onmyoji Shrine, which can be said to be a very lucrative position.

Not long after leaving the valley, rapid footsteps sounded outside the corridor.

"master."

A rough voice appeared in the quiet room.

"Well, panic, what happened?"

Ohnoyama raised his head for a long time, frowned slightly, and said displeasedly.

The person who came in was a middle-aged man dressed as a Tsukiyotou and a warrior. He stepped into the quiet room and stood respectfully beside the old man. He bent down and said, "Master, something big has happened."

"What's the big deal?" Ohnoyama put down the tea cup in his hand and said calmly.

The Tsukiyotou warrior in front of him was none other than Yamamoto Yoshihisa who had just witnessed Zhuo Bufan fight with two Japanese monks.

Yamamoto Yoshihisa recounted what happened just now and said, "I heard with my own ears that they said that they were from the Onmyoji Shrine, but that boy was stronger and beat the two people who couldn't resist and ran away. .”

Onoyama's two eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and the eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan", "Tell me what you saw and heard one by one, and don't leave anything behind." "

"Yes, master."

Yamamoto Kiku spoke slowly and carefully recounted what he saw and heard at that time.

"Strange, if that young man really had a grudge against those two Japanese monks, he probably wouldn't let them go. Besides, from what you said, that young man's strength is much higher than those two monks, so he wouldn't be so relaxed. Just let them leave." Ohnoyama murmured to himself, shaking his head and analyzing.

"There is something fishy about this matter. I must report it to the envoy of the Onmyoji Shrine." A glimmer of light flashed in Yamamoto Kiku's eyes.

"You stay in the martial arts hall, I will find the owner of the hall, and we will go to meet the shrine attendant and report this matter to him." Onoyama stood up for a long time, and his figure flickered, leaving only an afterimage. It has disappeared into the quiet room.