Holy Light, This Elf is Worth a Hammer

The fact that Liu Chuanfeng broke through level 40 spread throughout the city as if it had wings.

When Takuno Kimura, the owner of the Fengshen Taoist Hall, heard the news for the first time, his first reaction was not to believe it or not to believe it. He, as a master, couldn't be more clear about what his apprentice is like. He has reached his level The teachings of outsiders are no longer effective, and everything depends on himself. It took him three years to get Liu Chuan to break through this barrier. How could a small outsider still be an auxiliary profession in Let him break through in less than ten days?

This is no joke!

However, after Feiying came to the door in person, he gradually realized that this rumor, which sounded like a joke, was true.

He trained a closed disciple for three years, and he broke through in just over a week in his territory.

Slap in the face!The humiliation Feiying suffered at the banquet a few days ago is now being fed back to him bit by bit, especially seeing the somewhat erratic eyes of his disciples, the prestige established over the past ten years may even be lost overnight. Doubt is the source of all evil. If this doubt is allowed to spread, it will definitely shake the foundation of the entire Fengshen Gym!

Furthermore, Liu Chuanfeng's breakthrough also made Kimura feel heartbroken and regretful. The bold words that were released at the banquet at the beginning are really shooting himself in the foot. Does Kimura Takuno want to hang out in Luoying City?

Moreover, other dojo gym owners are not fools, they will just watch them take people back.

"Now I'm going to get straight to the point. Let him pass the past. You and I know the importance of the P1 competition this time. How much chance do you have if you lose three key disciples under your sect? I think you know it in your heart, but if we can get the apprentice back, let's not talk about the result, you and I will be the existence with the greatest chance of winning."

"It's true to say so, but it's difficult to take back some words once they've been thrown out." Kimura showed a look of embarrassment. You must know that he was the first to betray the water at the beginning. It's nice to hear, basically he has completely lost his future.

At this moment, the disciples under the sect want to turn their faces and deny anyone after breaking through?Kimura thinks he can't do this kind of self-slap in the face.

But just let him watch his disciples miss this grand meeting, but he was a little unwilling.

"If you're willing to help, there's nothing I can do."

"Appreciate further details!"

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"Wrestling Hawkman, use the flying body to press!" In the battle field of the Youth Dojo, Sayuri is commanding the Wrestling Hawkman to fight.

"Crack!"

With a magnificent leap, the flirtatious Wrestling Eagle rushed towards the relatively small Ibrahimovic. Facing the wrestling Eagle who exuded such a noble aura all over his body, Ibrahimovic dodged to the side with a bit of disgust.

The wrestling Yingman did not give up, grabbed the ground with one hand and slammed forward. With the help of this strength, he caught up with the fleeing Ibrahimovic in a blink of an eye.

"Cross chop!"

"Multi-attribute attack!"

The collision of skills caused the spirits of both sides to fly upside down. In the game of strength, Fengxian's Ibrahimovic has never been inferior to anyone else.

"Let's stop here." Feng Xian interrupted the match, and gave Ibrahimovic a friendly pat on the head, "Not bad, he looks like a trainer at last... It shouldn't be a problem after a while, your wrestling eagle People have very good fighting skills, but they are easy to get on top of, if you combine skills and characteristics better, your wrestling eagle should be stronger than it is now."

"It feels a bit profound, hey... it's really hard to be a trainer." Sayuri put on a bitter face. For a newbie who has just memorized all the attribute tables, it is still difficult to understand Fengxian's words of.

"If it were me, I would choose to let the Wrestling Hawkman learn acrobatics, and then trigger his own light armor feature by throwing the King's Certificate and then perform a quick attack. After losing the props he carries, both his own speed and the power of acrobatics will increase exponentially , it can be regarded as a tactic that utilizes the attributes and characteristics of the Wrestling Hawkman at the same time."

"Unfortunately, we in Yingmancheng don't have a skill professor who can teach acrobatics at all. Otherwise, we have to match one for Lily's wrestling eagle. If the props don't have the certificate of the king, they can be replaced with some without special effects. The props can also be made to make do with.” Feng Xian’s proposed match is already an ideal match for Wrestling Eagle, but the ideal is full but the reality is very skinny.

The biggest problem before them is still two words - no money.

As a private teaching institution, students' tuition is the most important part of supporting the development of the dojo. If a dojo can't even solve the problem of food and clothing, how can it support the daily high-intensity training?Although there are still old books to gnaw at now, life is still tight. To get rid of this predicament, reopening the dojo is the only way.

There are less than three days to the opening of the P1 competition, and the people who can participate in the competition have not yet been finalized. As the festive atmosphere becomes more intense and cheerful, the pressure on the youth dojo is also increasing.

"Hey." Hai Xun returned to the dojo dejectedly, and shook his head at Wan Er.

"Forget it, we won't force her if she doesn't want to." Wan Er patted Hai Xun on the shoulder. Hai Xun has been running out every day these days, trying to persuade them to come back, but unfortunately today Still failed.

There is a mutually beneficial relationship between the dojo and the students. The dojo teaches the students to obtain funds for development. If they are trained well, they can participate in various competitions. The fame they get belongs to both parties, not to mention investment and development. After gaining a certain reputation, more students will be recruited, and the students in the dojo will also benefit from this, just like famous college students, even if they leave the dojo to develop elsewhere in the future, it will be much more convenient to have this halo, and it can be win-win situation.

"I think Senior Sister Sakura wants to come back, it must be that bastard Hiroshi..."

"The more you think about it, the more your senior sister won't come back." Wan Er shook his head, and finally sighed: "You know? Tendo has moved to another dojo..."

"I know, it's all coerced by Ah Kuan!"

"At first I thought so too, but later I checked and found out that this is not the case at all. In fact, Kuan didn't do anything at all, just spreading rumors."

"Then it is also possible that Ah Kuan threatened their family? Tiantong has such a good relationship with us, there is no reason for him to abandon the dojo."

"Is there no reason? Sometimes the word responsibility is far heavier than you think." Now the flower-armed man is gradually getting acquainted with the people in the dojo, and he sits carelessly next to Maruji: " Maybe you don’t know, when I sent my mother to recuperate a few days ago, I happened to see Ah Kuan buying flowers at the door.”

"Ah Kuan? He went to buy flowers? Who are they for?" Hai Xun's mind froze.

"Who knows." The flower-armed man grinned, "There are too many people in this world who don't mean what they say."

"Misunderstanding." Wan Er seemed to have thought of something, and jumped up from the ground with a whoosh: "Sister Baihe, our family's jade order, I'm going to the city lord's mansion!"

"Yu Ling has been in Dad's bookcase all this time, what are you doing?" Sayuri had a cute expression on her face.

"Go check the roster! If you want to say the most wrong person, my father is also one of them."

But before Maruji rushed out, Taowu opened the door first, and rushed in with a panicked expression: "Brother, it's not good, the master of Bilan Dojo brought his disciples to carry Doi's body He came to the door, saying that he wanted Sister Baihe to pay for the lives of his disciples! The incident was quite serious, and even the people from the City Lord's Mansion came, so go and have a look!"

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Chapter 440 Professional

Bilan Dojo is a relatively old kendo field in Yingmancheng. The owner is an attractive middle-aged man. It is said that the older the man, the more popular he is. Sato Ichiro is the most typical example.

He doesn't have the talent of Yushu facing the wind, nor the prestige of being invincible. He has a wicked smile, which looks dissolute on the outside, but the inadvertent brilliance in his eyes makes people dare not underestimate it.A head of black and thick hair, under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows is a pair of slender peach eyes, full of affection.

The legendary killer of young women is nothing like this.

But anyone who has dealt with Sato knows that this guy is not a good bird at all. On the surface, he is modest, elegant, upright, and a good master who cares about his apprentices. In fact, he is sinister, ambitious, and decent. It was just a disguise to gain the support of the disciples.

A sanctimonious hypocrite, if this is properly placed in a martial arts novel, he is another Yue Buqun.

"Are you all ready?" Sato still had that trademark smirk on his face, and the five coffin-carrying disciples in black in front of him all gave Sato a thumbs up.

The five young men in black in front of him are his apprentices and his confidantes. An excellent actor is always inseparable from an excellent supporting role.

Sato nodded, turned his back slowly, and the smirk on his face gradually changed to a sad one. He stroked the black coffin beside him with one hand, and murmured: "After death, you can still help others." Master’s help is what you wished for, so go with peace of mind, your Flying Mantis will take care of you as your master, remember to learn to be smarter in your next life.”

Sato wiped away his tears in great pain, and pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall.

Outside the door, a group of Bilan gymnasium's disciples looked at the corners of the master's eyes glistening with tears, and even clenched the saber around their waists.

"A teacher for one day, a father for life. Although Doi was a bit stubborn in his life, he is still my son. Today, a white-haired man sends a black-haired man, and I will definitely make the people in the Youth Dojo pay for it!" Sato's words seemed to be There is a strange magical power that seems to be able to infect people's hearts. The sentence that he is my son moved the disciples under the sect very much.

"eye for eye!"

"Raise the coffin!"

The four coffin bearers dressed in black carried the wooden coffin carved in black and gold, and started marching in the direction of the youth gymnasium amidst the mournful music of the leader.

In a teahouse in the city, Flying Eagle and Kimura looked at each other and smiled while listening to the mourning music played. It was obvious that the two of them were the mastermind behind Sato's play.

"Speaking of which, that old boy Sato is really vicious in his attacks. He is so vicious that he doesn't even spare his apprentices."

"Apprentice? In his eyes, there are only benefits, so what is the relationship between master and apprentice?" Feiying shook his head. If it wasn't for this competition, he really didn't want to have too much contact with this guy.

But with him at the helm, this time it's pretty sure.

There is a legitimate reason to avenge the disciples under the sect and ask for an explanation. In this way, even if other dojos want to obstruct it, they have no choice but their purpose is actually very simple, that is to directly expel the Matsushita family from Yingmancheng. As long as the two of them leave Fengxian, it will be impossible for them to continue to serve as mentors in Yingmancheng. .

In this way, the disciples who were trapped can come back without losing their tongues, which is perfect.

Just when the two old foxes on the teahouse were laughing, the Youth Daoist Hall was already in chaos. The Bilan Daoist Hall has made such a big commotion this time, it is difficult for people not to know, especially when it is a matter of human life , Facing Xingshi's questioning of Sato and his party, everyone also felt a headache.

At the side, Sayuri was very calm, "Isn't it just kicking the scum to death, what's the big deal, I can't wait to set off firecrackers when he is dead!"

"It's true that Doi is a scum, but death is always very troublesome." Maruji rubbed his brows, Doi's sudden death also made him confused. What kind of scum is this Doi, especially Fang Xingshi's attitude of inquiring about crimes makes Maruji puzzled. Doesn't it mean that they don't have a clue in Bilan Gym?

"It doesn't really matter whether it's scum or not. What Sato needs now is an excuse to step down. If a disciple under his sect dies and doesn't even say a word, isn't that clear enough to make people look down on him?" Feng Xian said very objectively.

"I said mentor, what time is this, you are still making sarcastic remarks... you can't." Before Tao Wu finished speaking, there was a loud mourning sound outside the door, and the disciples of the entire Bilan gymnasium One by one, under the slogan of killing people for their lives, they besieged this huge dojo.

"Let's go, the soldiers will come to cover the water and soil, this test will be passed sooner or later."

Going out the door, I saw that the leeks who were originally trained in the dojo had already guarded the door of the dojo, with their foreheads rubbed against their foreheads, and their bare arms carrying wooden stakes in front of the door, their menacing appearance made the group of blue The disciples in the dojo thought that they had rushed to the territory of some extreme organization.

This has already weakened half of the momentum, and after Fengxian walked out of the dojo, even the remaining half was gone.

"Fuck... girl?"

"Huh?" More than 60 bald heads collectively reflected light, blinding the eyes of an unlucky child in an instant, and then was smashed on the spot by the hammer flying out of the dojo.

"Next time, please add a pair of eyes, I'm a pure man." Feng Xian put the hammer on his shoulder, with a calm expression like a gangster's leader, which made Sato's eyelids twitch for a while.

"Third Young Master, we meet again."

"you are?"

"I am the owner of the Bilan Dojo, Ichiro Sato. We met at the banquet at the City Lord's Mansion a few days ago." Ichiro Sato was easy-going on the surface, but there was an indescribable pressure in his words.

"Oh~" Feng Xian nodded symbolically, how could he remember so many of the hosts at the banquet that day, "It turns out that the host Sato has admired him for a long time, I don't know what the host Sato is talking about this time?"

What is it?

The shoulders of the four people who carried the coffin were all sore. Why did you have to dance in front of you with the coffin on your shoulders before you knew we were here to seek revenge?

"I'm here this time to seek justice for my dead apprentice!"

"Please go to the City Lord's Mansion to ask for justice, what are you doing here?" Fengxian interrupted Sato with a wave of his hand, "Wouldn't it be hot if you crowded at the door on a hot day?"

"But my apprentice died at the hands of your youth dojo."

"What?" Feng Xian pretended to be very surprised: "Did it by our hands? How is it possible! The people in our dojo haven't been out of the house for two days, how could they run out and kill your people, I warn You don't want to spout blood!"

"Zhao Sanshao, you are joking. I will never lie. It is true that your disciples have not been out of the house these days, but just a week ago, Xiao Baihe from the Youth Dojo kicked my disciples into serious injuries, and now he is dead. Incapable of skills, dying, I waited here to seek justice."

Sato suppressed the inner fire, and his words were sonorous and forceful.

"What's fair?"

"Killing for life is justified."

"Oh? Is that the case? Sayuri, have you kicked someone recently?" Feng Xian turned his head away and asked Sayuri who was beside him, and that Sayuri understood immediately, pretending to have a cute expression.

"No, I have been staying in the dojo for half a month, and I have never gone out."

"You fart! I saw you kick my senior brother's crotch with my own eyes. If it weren't for you, my senior brother wouldn't have died."

"Who can testify?" Feng Xian spread his palms with an innocent face.

"Don't pretend, you were there at the time! The three of us saw it with our own eyes."

"Don't make trouble, who wouldn't tell nonsense with open eyes, come and tell him, what have you been doing as a teacher for the past few days!"

"Broken leg!" A group of bald heads puffed up their chests proudly, Sato's face twitched when he heard it.

Feng first patted Brother Huaarm on the shoulder, coughed dryly twice: "Be more tactful."