I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 142 Heavenly Centipede Pill

"Well... you... evil..."

Hiroi stared at Imamura Toun's face, stepped back and pulled out the nylon knife from his abdomen. The nylon knife covered with a layer of black smoke was far harder than himself, and the blade was still straight, unlike the broken nylon knife in his hand. It is useless to break the blade with just one slash.

"Don't blame me, if you pretend nothing happened, I was going to let you go."

Imamura Dongyun shook off the blood on the surface of the knife, dyed the white wall on one side red, raised his hand and swung the sword, chopped Hiroi's calf, and made his senior brother who had taught him kneel in front of him.

He dropped the knife and grabbed Hiroi's hair with his right hand. Billows of black smoke gushed out from the wound on the back of his hand, swallowing the dying Hiroi. After a while, the hideous wound on his hand healed and disappeared, and black smoke poured into the east Yun's body made him moan a few times comfortably.

Crystal tears fell from the corners of Imamura Toun's eyes, he looked in the direction where Hiroi disappeared, and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Hiroi-senpai."

He seemed to be regretting what he had done, but when he changed the subject, the corners of his mouth raised.

"But who made it so delicious, I couldn't help it, so I had to start it, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After devouring his former senior brother, Imamura Dongyun closed his eyes and felt the effect. He punched out an empty explosion sound, and his physique was nine times that of an ordinary person, and he was unprecedentedly powerful.

Next, it's finally your turn, Fujii-san.

Imamura Dongyun thought with satisfaction, picked up the crime tools on the ground, waved a cloud of black smoke, and eliminated the traces around him. After the Civic sedan in Hiroi was covered, the dash cam inside the car sparked, and the whole The car burst into flames from the fuel tank, and under the light of the fire, his figure gradually drifted away, shaking and twisting.
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In front of the Japanese Wind Garden, Otake Toshinori, who was a kendo guest at Fuji Terrace yesterday, was kneeling in a teak-floored bungalow, with a sharp-edged sword pinned to his waist, wearing a black traditional training suit with a belt on each shoulder .

He stood up slowly, pulled out the sword at his waist, held it against his hand, and slashed forward with the sword in an instant, cutting off the white smoke rising from the tea table.

"Is this a new move created by you, Shifan? It's quite powerful."

The half-white-haired man in his late teens sat kneeling in front of the tea table, admiring him sincerely.

"Shikawa, this move was used by a contestant when I was commenting on the show yesterday, but I tried many times, but I couldn't reach that person's speed. The original slash was really instant and hard to parry. "

Dazhu Lidian, who is already a ninth-level kendo, is very humble. The island country's kendo can only be admitted to the eighth-dan at most, and the ninth-dan sword masters and tenth-dan swordsmen who are further up can only be obtained by swordsmen who are recognized as outstanding. There are only three extant tenth-dan Even in the Warring States period, nine-dan swordsmen are well-deserved strength of swordsmen.

Maeda Shibukawa, Otake Ridian's apprentice, was born in a samurai family and has some relationship with the Maeda family. Now he is an eighth-dan swordsman of the Katori Shinto style. In a few years, he will be rated as a nine-dan. Among the sects, there are often no two swordsmen with nine-dan titles, lest one family dominate.

"I heard that Takeizawa of the Tenshin Natural Style also took his two apprentices to compete in Kyushu. This should be the biggest enemy of our Katori Shinto Style, right?"

Maeda Shibukawa properly reminded his teacher that Takeizawa had swept the Koryu dojos of the entire island country in the millennium, and no one could resist. Clearly, they are all secretly speculating.

"That kind of monster, let the tenth-rank sword masters in our country deal with it. Didn't they dare to stop it last time because of their identity? This time the championship is related to the national promotion policy, and it's time to lure the tiger down the mountain."

Otake Ridian seems to be very dissatisfied with the three tenth-tier sword masters who overwhelmed him. The Kendo Association of the island country is behind the scenes manipulators. As the oldest school of swordsmanship, Katori Shinto, he sometimes has to be replaced by these derivative schools of the Middle Ages. Pointing fingers, it's hard not to have an opinion.

"Did you remember that trick? It seems to be called Ni Yizi Wenji. If you meet a young swordsman named Fujii Shu in the national competition, you must be careful of his chop."

After taking a sip of hot tea, Dazhu Lidian continued to perform. He prefers to study sword skills rather than intrigue, but he is in the Jianghu and cannot help himself.
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In the dark living room, one piece of white wax was lit, and after placing the other three with dry and wrinkled hands, he stroked the small Taidao on his waist. There was only a flash of cold light, and the four white waxes were lit at the same time, but they were also a little shorter.

"call!"

The old man who was more than seventy years old blew out the embers on the katana, wearing a baggy black kimono, and turned the blade to accept the sheath.

"Takeshi Sawai, how do we deal with it?"

On the opposite side, the bald old man holding an ancient sword closed his eyes and asked questions. On the other side, the youngest participant frowned, scratched his silver-white hair, and remained silent. A big knife.

"The last time I fought him to a draw, I drove him away. Now that I am older, I am no longer my opponent."

The old man with inch hair got tired of being stared at by the other two, and finally spoke.

"None of our apprentices are opponents of this man. He has been invincible in the world after more than ten years of hard work in the mountains."

The only inch-haired old man who had crossed paths with Takeshi Sawai was very discouraged. It is rare that the government wants to revive kendo this time, and now he has to make wedding dresses for others.

"Really, it's useless to count on you, and you still have to rely on me in the end."

The bald old man with a knife in his arms took out a square wooden box from his skirt, and popped open the lid. Inside were three stinky pills, each the size of a marble.

"Tian Centipede Pill, it is said that hundreds of years ago, an eminent monk named Huiyuan asked for a thousand-legged demon queen, practiced a bottle of pill, took it, and within three hours, the potential burst out, and it could be compared with the legendary monster. contend."

The bald old man explained seriously, patted the long-haired old man's hand away, and continued.

"However, the side effect is to overdraw a few years of life. If we eat one at our age, we will live a few days better."

"It's okay, I'm over eighty, six hours of medicine is enough for me, as long as it can protect the honor of our Hushanliu, this price is nothing."

The ancient and rare old man pinched a Tian Centipede pill with a firm attitude.

"How much is this pill? I'll pass it on to you later."

The old man with an inch of hair also snatched one, and even if he didn't need it, he could still store it away. The self-expression of the pill is indeed a treasure, and such a forbidden drug with the effect of heaven can be obtained. They don't have this ability.

"A piece of friendship is worth [-] million yen, no credit, just give it now."

The bald old man stretched out his hand to ask for money, but someone blew out the pewter and fled in secret.

"Baga! Don't try to run away, bring the money."

There was a roar in the darkness, and the sword light was everywhere, murderous.
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On the second day after the second round of the competition, Fujii went shopping at the convenience store facing the apartment, mainly to buy some snacks and magazines to pass the time. For those who are on vacation, all courses during the period will be treated as completed. The purpose is to let them recharge their batteries and concentrate on preparing for the battle. In addition to going to the school's kendo activity room every afternoon to train and maintain their state.

"welcome."

As soon as he entered the convenience store, the petite female clerk Naomi Hayata immediately bowed to him, and Fujii smiled back. The owner of this store, Matsumoto, is very interesting. He looks like Shi Yi, a monk actor in the Japanese TV drama "The Brave Man" Yoshihiko, but he is Curly hair, looks like a greasy uncle.

"Big shock, Fujii tree, a super high school high school student, participated in the kendo competition after entering school, and even defeated the two generals of the enemy team."

Standing in front of the shelves lined with magazines, Fujii picked it up, and it was a magazine with his mosaic face printed on it. He is not a public figure such as an entertainer, and he is a minor, so he cannot use his portrait for commercial purposes without permission. Yes, the TV broadcast is a license that is determined at the time of the competition, so there is no need to type.

Turning to the second page, he showed a wry smile. Sure enough, each had their own supernatural powers. The face of a real person could not be published in the newspaper, so he simply drew a portrait in a comic style.

Chocolate beans, Lay's Potato Chips, Fat House Happy Water, and a box of ice cream.

Fujii was not interested in reading the magazine, so he turned around and picked out his favorite snacks, took them to the cash register, and handed them to the curly-haired middle-aged uncle Matsumoto, the store manager.

"Hi! The total is 160 yen. Do you need anything else? Okamoto 001 is [-]% off."

The store manager Matsumoto spoke out the name of a certain health care product, as if Fujii tree could really use it.

(End of this chapter)