Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

But just as she took two steps, a deep voice sounded behind her: "What is the third brother trying to do? Do you have to make a big fuss? The second, arrest him."

"Yes, brother!" Another deep voice sounded.

Hu Tao suddenly turned around and saw two men who looked like iron towers. His eyebrows were lowered instantly: "Jingmi's eldest brother and second brother? You are all here? It's too much!"

The first man who spoke looked down at him, and said softly, "Don't worry, Little Hutao, the third child is a bit frivolous, but he's not a bad person."

"Then he will have to learn a lesson this time."

The third child of the Yachiyo family, Yachiyo Shizuochi walked to the edge of the stage, looked at the dark crowd below, grinned, cleared his throat, and said into the microphone: "Ah! It was really a wonderful performance just now! Sword Cut the fireball! Huhuhaha"

He danced and imitated the movement of Furutegawa drawing the sword just now, but twisted his body, more like a joke.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"It's too much! What is he going to do? Is he deliberately mocking people?" The faces of Mr. Glasses and Xiaoniaoyou turned red, and they looked at the stage angrily.

The little priest on the stage also clenched his fists.

Furutegawa Shinmi still watched quietly, with no expression on his face.

After the audience laughed enough, Yachiyo Shizuochi opened his hands and said to the microphone: "But it's really amazing! He's really an outstanding junior! He's strong and handsome."

He turned around and looked at Furutegawa Shinmi, smiling all over his face and said, "I happen to be from the Spirit Society, so I am a little happy to see you, and I want my junior to pick up my fireball junior, do you dare?"

When the audience in the audience heard this, they suddenly realized, did they come up to smash the scene?

There was booing everywhere.

The braided girl from the student union tremblingly reported the incident to the school.

Several security guards stepped onto the stage, surrounded Yachiyo Shizuochi, and asked him to leave.

Shizuo Yachiyo was very cooperative, walked down the stage with a smile, and handed over the microphone by the way.

He didn't think about throwing a fireball, and he just came up to do it.

When walking down the stage, Furutegawa Kamijian stepped forward and looked at him disdainfully: "Don't go, let's fight."

A calm voice came from the speaker, and the crowd below suddenly boiled.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The security guards were stunned and looked embarrassed.

Yachiyo Shizuochi, who was surrounded in the middle, was stunned for a moment, smiling all over his face: "You asked for this, don't say that seniors bully juniors."

Furutegawa Shinmi walked towards the center of the stage: "Within ten seconds, if you are still standing, I will call you Grandpa."

The cheers from the audience rose again, like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

The faces of the two middle-aged men who were sinking their heads into the crowd froze at the same time, and then they worked harder to get into the crowd.

"Ten seconds?" Yachiyo Shizuochi laughed loudly: "You are crazy!"

A sentence rang through the intercom of the security guard who was in trouble. After listening to it, they left silently and left the stage.

The little priest hesitated, looked at Furategawa's back, and stood there quietly without saying anything.

In this case, it is useless to say anything.

The other two Yachiyo brothers, who were waiting for the security guard to bring Yachiyo Shizuochi down, raised their hands, and the second brother buzzed, "You can fuck the third child in ten seconds? I don't believe it."

"Look!"

There were only three people left on the stage, Furutegawa Shinmi threw the microphone to the little priest.

The corners of Yachiyo Shizuku's mouth curled up, and a handful of talisman paper suddenly appeared in his left hand, and then he snapped his fingers, and a one-and-a-half-meter-tall black fox shikigami appeared beside him, baring his teeth at Kamito Furudekawa.

He looked at Furutegawa Shinmi with a smile: "My name is Yachiyo Shizuorange, a Ming-rank priest, oh, maybe you don't know what a Ming-rank priest is, that is, a priest who is more powerful than a formal priest, so, are you ready to call me Grandpa?" ?”

Furutegawa Kamimi exhaled lightly: "One second"

He lowered his body and rushed forward suddenly, his speed was as fast as an afterimage!

Shizuo Yachiyo's pupils shrank, and the talisman paper in his left hand burned instantly, turning into streamers of bright flames and rushing forward.

"Quick!" He yelled, and the shikigami at his feet was also ignited with flames, and rushed towards the rushing Furutegawa.

Then he took out another talisman.

However, under the slightly dark sky, there seemed to be a brief flash of sword light.

Seeing that his speed hadn't weakened at all, Kotegawa Kami suddenly arrived in front of Yachiyo Shizuorange, and all the talisman papers thrown by the latter and the shikigami who rushed towards him fell through the air.

"How is that possible!" Yachiyo Shizuorange was startled by Furutegawa's speed, and he was about to recite the mantra, but in the blink of an eye, a hand was already holding his neck.

The voice in his mouth stopped abruptly, his breathing tightened, he started to lack oxygen, and he met a pair of indifferent eyes.

Then, he was slammed to the ground, like a piece of cloth, picked up by unparalleled strength, and smashed onto the stage.

Just three seconds!

The audience cheered and screamed like a tsunami.

Although it was only a few seconds, it was really exciting!

Really invisible speed!Crisp action!An indescribable beauty!People can't help but cheer!

And everything in the audience has nothing to do with Yachiyo Shizuorange.

His vision began to blur, and his whole body seemed to be in pain.

At this moment, Furutekawa Shinmi let go of the hand that was holding his neck, stood up slowly, and pointed the sword at his throat. After a while, he flipped his hand over and drew the blade of the sword. On his face, he said softly: "The mouth really stinks."

Yachiyo Shizuochi's cheeks were instantly swollen, and she began to roll on the ground in pain.

Furutegawa Shinmi watched quietly, then walked towards him.

At this time, a low shout sounded from the side: "Enough!"

The sound of breaking wind came from behind, Furutekawa Kamimi turned his head, and saw a thick stick in the shape of a Zen staff hitting one side.

Flames lit up in his eyes.

"Bang!" The stick hit his arm firmly, followed by a snapping sound.

The second child who shot with anger looked at the broken part of the weapon in his hand, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Furategawa in great surprise.

There was no sound below the stage.

Bai Chuan Hutao silently covered Xiaoniao Youhuawu's eyes.

The attentive Xiaoniao Youhuawu who was watching was suddenly stunned.

"He's angry." The little priest who couldn't stop him silently put down the hand he just raised.

"Qiang!" The long sword was unsheathed, and the refracted sword light made everyone who heard it feel chills.

The second son of the Yachiyo family had alarm bells ringing loudly, his hair was standing on end, his scalp was numb, and he yelled: "Brother! Something is wrong with this kid!"

A heavy sigh sounded.

The boss of the Yachiyo family walked onto the stage step by step. He looked at the broken stick on the ground and drew his sword, and the murderous Furutekawa Shinmi, as well as the third child who fell behind him with blood coming out of his mouth, had a serious expression on his face: " This classmate, you injured my third child and got a stick from my second child, let's let this matter go."

Guate Chuan Shenjian's voice was low: "Let's just let it go? It's up to you?"

The boss of the Yachiyo family clasped his hands together, and three shikigami with violent aura appeared all over his body: a black leopard, a muscular force ghost, and a snow bear whose whole body was emitting cold air.

He said in a low voice, "I am a high-level priest, and my brother is also a high-level priest. If there is a real fight, you may not be able to win!"

Furutegawa Shinmi took a step forward.

The faces of the two brothers on the opposite side sank.

"It's over here!" The shouts sounded from the audience again.

Furutegawa Shinmi glanced at it, and saw a team of commissioners wearing special department uniforms on stage, and shouted to Brother Yachiyo: "Please leave the school immediately!"

The eldest of the Yachiyo family withdrew the shikigami, and the second child walked over, pulled Yachiyo Shizuorange up, and left the stage without saying anything.

"It's messed up this time." The second child hummed.

"Get out of here first! Otherwise, you may be invited to the special department for tea." The boss lowered his eyelids.

On the stage, Kotekawa Kamimi quietly watched the backs of the three brothers leaving, and stepped off the stage amidst cheers.

Ever since there was the Exorcism Club in the school, all kinds of speculations and rumors have been flying in the sky, but today the first appearance of the Exorcism Club directly told everyone with its strength that this is the Exorcism Club!Powerful Eliminator!

"Such a thick stick broke my body, Furutegawa is so strong!" In the crowd of cheering people, You Jia also shouted loudly, shouting to Mikazuki beside him.

There were too many people, and the two of them couldn't squeeze in, so they had to find a higher place and watch there.

Mikazuki Qingkong said loudly: "The people of the Yachiyo family are really annoying! I hate them!"

"That's right! I hate it too!"

On the outermost side of the crowd, the old man Yagi sighed: "It's lucky that I only got kicked!"

The four people next to them were full of rejoicing, but fortunately they gave up early.

Off the stage, Hu Tao also breathed a sigh of relief, the people from the special department really came in time, otherwise there would be a big accident.

She turned to look for Furategawa, but was surprised to find that the person from Furategawa was gone. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly called Furategawa with her mobile phone.

But at this time, two middle-aged men suddenly appeared, each exhaled, and leaned back on the chair, panting and wiping sweat.

Yachiyo Kishio sighed: "Oh, I messed up this time!"

"That's what your third child deserves! You deserve it too!" Bai Chuan Taishan said coldly.

Yachiyo Kishio shook his head straight, with a distressed expression on his face.

Hu Tao, who was about to make a phone call, looked at them in astonishment.

The little priest ran over with a solemn expression, and said to her, "Maybe Furutegawa went to find the Yachiyo brothers! This is the first time I've seen him so angry."

The two middle-aged men who had just breathed a sigh of relief looked up in astonishment.

Yachiyo Kishio raised his head in amazement: "What did you say? That kid went to my boss? Isn't he afraid?"

Only then did the little priest discover him, and immediately understood what he said, and said coldly, "Uncle Yachiyo, you will definitely regret this matter! Why is Furutegawa afraid? He even killed wild warriors!"

Bai Chuan Hutao looked at him deeply: "Hurry up and find him!"