The once bustling streets gradually became quiet.

In the combat conference room not far away, surveillance equipment is locking on and analyzing every suspicious person.

To prevent people from the Truth Society from infiltrating them.

The person in charge of this operation was Song Zhengyi, with Long Yue serving as his assistant.

Forming a double line, one light and one dark.

On the streets, there are also experts pretending to be passers-by, vendors, and stall owners, scattered not far from Gu Man.

So that we can respond at any time.

But even with such thorough and close protection, everyone remained highly alert.

Sitting in the car was a master with pale eyebrows but a very powerful aura.

Song Zhengyi was very polite to him.

Because this old man is a master from his sister-in-law's lineage.

A hidden master of Bajiquan.

He was also a military instructor and taught him.

After Lin Huiru warned Gu Man, she went back and invited the old man to come out of seclusion, just in case.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gu Man in the monitor again and again.

His eyes were filled with more astonishment.

"I have accepted several disciples with extraordinary talents, but I have never seen anyone as perfect as Xiantian."

"No wonder you think so highly of her. People who are born perfect are more likely to have great wisdom."

"Xiao Yi, you are extremely talented, but compared to her, you are far inferior."

Song Zhengyi was embarrassed.

He had seen Gu Manjue wake up with his own eyes.

That scene was deeply imprinted in his mind.

At this moment he couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Lin, what would happen if she learned martial arts?"

"How is it?"

The old man opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.

"Of course, it's a rapid progress, and it's hard to estimate the upper limit."

The old man looked at Gu Man again.

"After defeating the Truth Society's rubbish this time, I will come to your house in person."

Song Zhengyi was very envious.

"Do you want to take her as your disciple?"

The old man glanced at him.

"No, I asked her to learn my martial arts."

Song Zhengyi: “…”

Same person, different fate!

He begged the old man to accept him as his disciple but he refused. Now he actually asked Gu Man to learn his martial arts.

If those martial arts enthusiasts knew about this, they would be so jealous that they would bang their heads on the ground!

And in the midst of conversation.

A young man selling flowers walked towards the restaurant and went straight towards Gu Man.

Everyone immediately focused their attention on this young man's every move.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to buy some flowers?"

The guy's pronunciation is a bit strange.

He stared at Gu Man, his eyes scanning the phone in her hand.

An overwhelming battle is going on in the phone.

A ten-thousand-meter-tall tree took root in an insect nest, and its branches, like sharp blades, pierced through the ferocious and ferocious humanoid creatures.

These humanoid creatures let out screams of fear.

Mixed with Japanese accents.

But the pronunciation is very strange, as if mixed with insect sounds.

The giant tree turned a deaf ear to the attacks of the humanoid creatures and could not cause any harm to it at all.

After killing a large number of humanoid creatures in seconds, it released blazing flames from its roots.

And his branches cut open those nests like cutting.

In one of the images, a humanoid creature that looked somewhat similar to him let out a mournful cry and was burned to ashes.

The young man was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and a look of hatred flashed across his face.

This game must have been developed by the despicable and cunning Daxia people, who deliberately tried to discredit the Japanese.

How abominable!

Gu Man put away her phone and placed it elegantly in her bag.

Reach out and take the flowers handed to you by the boy.

"I think you made a mistake."

She smelled the flowers.

The young man gave a secretive smile, waiting for the medicinal properties of the flowers to take effect.

"What is it?"

"First of all, someone as beautiful as me doesn't need to buy her own flowers."

"Secondly, if you are really a flower seller, you should call me Miss, not Miss."

"So, your name is Hattori Kurasuke?"

The young man suddenly raised his head and stared at Gu Man as if he had seen a ghost.

The next second, he realized something.

"You're not poisoned!"

At the same time, three poisoned kunai were shot at Gu Man.

His actions were so swift and vicious that it was difficult for people to react.

But Long Yue, who was guarding not far away, suddenly pulled out two short blades, turned over to Gu Man, knocked away two kunai, and then used the short blade in his mouth to lift the third kunai.

At the same time.

Suddenly a group of people rushed out from the street and rushed towards the restaurant.

Street vendors, tourists, and stall owners rushed forward immediately, and a fierce fight broke out in an instant, resulting in immediate casualties.

Song Zhengyi and the old man surnamed Lin in the tank also rushed out like the wind.

Song Zhengyi greeted an old lady in gray clothes.

When the man saw that he was discovered, he did not pretend and fought with Song Zhengyi for several moves.

That old man Lin stopped a middle-aged man in sackcloth.

"Naoi Yagyu, you're fine."

Although Yagyu Naoi was discovered, he did not panic. Instead, he slowly pulled out the soft knife from his waist.

"Mr. Lin, you are a well-known martial arts master, but you are old and shouldn't get involved in this mess."

Elder Lin snorted coldly.

"You are obviously very gifted, but you have gone astray and even tried to act arrogantly in China. I will not tolerate you."

Yagyu Naoi's face darkened and he said angrily:

"What do you know? I do this for all mankind. Our Truth will choose her to be the daughter of God, the Almighty. This is her honor and also the honor of you Chinese!"

Old Lin had practiced martial arts for many years and had excellent self-cultivation, but when he heard what Yagyu Naoi said, he couldn't help but feel angry.

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"Bullshit!"

If you don't agree, there's no need to talk too much.

The two started fighting on the spot.

Yagyu Naoi is known as the "Ghost Blade" and his swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable.

The knife split into several blades, cutting at Elder Lin.

Elder Lin raised his arms, and the two diamond rings on his arms were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

A fierce battle between the two sides.

Gu Man drank boiled water quietly, as if he was the only outsider.

Her words flowed quietly.

"I've been wondering what went wrong that allowed the two of you to escape alive."

"After much thought, I came to a conclusion."

“That means I might be too soft-hearted.”

"You guys shouldn't leave any offspring. You should die clearly so that you won't disgust others in the future."

Naosuke Abe has already used specially made silk threads to fix Ryugetsu's limbs.

He rushed to Gu Man first.

Intuition.

He felt that this woman was extremely strange and extremely dangerous!

Must be eliminated!

His intuition is always right!

Not this time either!

He decided to violate the mission regulations and kill Gu Manzhu here!

But as luck would have it, just as he rushed towards Gu Man, a chopstick tube that had fallen during a fight landed right under his feet.

This chopstick holder is nothing special, just a very ordinary one.

It is not made of any special material.

But he just stepped on it.

With his martial arts skills, he could adjust quickly after taking this step, but unfortunately, the kunai that was separated by Long Yue hit the ceiling, and a piece of cement stone fell down and hit him on the head.

At this time, Hattori Kurasuke had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

I just feel that I am very unlucky.

After he dodged, he took out a bottle from his arms and was about to smash it to the ground.

This bottle is full of poison, enough to kill an elephant.

However, Long Yue had already broken free from control and raised his hand to attack.

It hit him right on the hand holding the bottle, and the bottle of carefully prepared non-antidote-containing smoke was poured into his mouth.