Chapter 370

Looking at the lively chat group, an Sudong decided to do it as soon as he thought of it.

Wushi: "don't worry, everyone. I've found a lot of interesting things in the world. I'll put these games into the group later, so that we won't be too boring."

Tianting taishanglaojun: "this feeling is good. I'm tired of alchemy every day. If only I could have some fun."

Bianque: "this kind of good thing should have been brought out long ago. It's still interesting in the world."

Zhao Gongming, the God of wealth in heaven, said: "it's still comfortable to be friends without a beginning. In heaven, there's no comfort in the world."

An Su Dong despised them very much. They only saw the interesting side of how much suffering there was in the world, but they all forgot that most of the time in the world was helpless.

If an Sudong wants to find Ouyang Jun, they still have to start with Miyamoto and his son. Although the whole Japanese nation is not big, it is still very difficult to find him.

But Miyamoto and his son are easier to find, and there is a lot of intelligence in China. After all, Miyamoto and his son are the leaders of the third largest gang in Japan, and many people know where they often go.

An Sudong stops at the gate of a five-star hotel in Japan. He receives a letter saying that some small leaders of the chunkou group often gather here, just to find out where Miyamoto and his son are, and then dig them out step by step.

After waiting for about two hours, two people came by at 8 p.m. and an Sudong looked at the photo. They were the two little leaders of chunkou group. He immediately followed them. He had to say that the hotel was good. He only knew two words, one was night, the other was wine.

The architectural style of the whole place imitates the architectural style of the Chinese Tang Dynasty. In fact, many of the buildings of the Japanese nation are the style of the Chinese Tang Dynasty or after the Tang Dynasty. As we all know, the Japanese nation used to be a place of barbarians and worshipped everything of the Chinese nation as gods.

He followed the two leaders steadily. When they entered a private room, an Sudong quietly went in and closed the sliding door.

After hearing the noise, the two men suddenly turned around and saw an Sudong startled. Without waiting for them to shout out, an Sudong directly knocked the two men unconscious, and then carried out soul searching for them. The recent events were immediately clear.

After soul searching, the two little leaders froth and have become fools. For this kind of people, an Sudong has never been tolerant. He must have killed one when he saw one.

They only have Miyamoto's information in their mind, but no Ouyang Jun's information. It has to be said that as the leader of the gang, Miyamoto and his son live in a very strict place, and their defense force is amazing. There are hundreds of people guarding them. Basically, no one can rush in with such a protective force, but these are very easy for an Sudong.

At night, an Sudong came to a mansion. He didn't want to sneak in. He couldn't be so sneaky on the Japanese territory.

Two guards in black stood at the door. When they saw an Sudong, they immediately put their hands into their clothes. It was obvious that there was a weapon in them. They said something they couldn't understand. Seeing that an Sudong didn't speak, they walked on. They quickly said another word.

"Baga!"

An Sudong has heard this sentence clearly. He has been influenced by it since he was a child. After watching many anti Japanese dramas, the whole Chinese people know what this sentence means.

"Eight generations of your ancestors, I will send you to the west, little devils!"

An Sudong seems to be possessed by a martyr. It's just that an Sudong is too dirty to use.

He condensed the aura into a sword, and then directly penetrated the minds of the two security guards, killing them. The process was silent. When they pulled out the gun, their heads had become paste.

Because of the noise outside, the people inside had already noticed it. Dozens of people rushed out from inside and saw two people falling to the ground. Every time they said something, they picked up the gun and began to shoot. But the next scene made them despair. An Sudong drew out the aura mask. When the bullets hit it, they didn't react at all and all fell to the ground.

An Sudong just heard these little devils chattering and talking. He ordered a few people, and the little devils directly lay on the ground. The rest of the guards saw an Sudong's means and were scared to attack again. They all ran away. An Sudong killed them and sent them all to the West.

When the people inside heard the noise, they were in a mess. An Sudong walked in calmly. All the people who blocked him died. He was like a god of death.

"Who are you, and who sent you?"

An Sudong saw an old man in his eighties who could speak Chinese. Although he was not standard, he could understand it.

"Who are you? I'll take the life of Miyamoto and his son!"

Looking at the old man, an Sudong looks a little like Miyamoto and his son.

"I'm Miyamoto's father. What do you have against them? Why do you want to do this?"

An Sudong saw the old man's eyes Dodge, but he soon knew why. A man suddenly came behind him.

Just now, Mingming couldn't feel anything, but now he suddenly appeared beside him, almost startled him. He turned around and threw a spiritual attack at random. He found that the attack was like a stone sinking into the sea without any reaction, and then the figure began to appear.

"It has been many years since the Chinese practitioners had a fight with them."

This person can also speak Chinese, and he is very fluent.

"Oh, I don't know what kind of existence you are. Are you a senior ninja?"

An Sudong doesn't know what the superpowers of Japan are. Ninja gives him a very mysterious feeling, but if he can dive to his side, he is definitely not a simple ninja.

"Ha ha... Ninja is just someone who plays tricks. It's no different from your Chinese martial arts. In terms of actual combat ability, it's not as powerful as your Chinese martial arts. I'm a shadow practitioner. I'm another kind of cultivator. I'm similar to your cultivators. I also absorb spiritual power from heaven and earth to practice. In fact, our shadow practitioners learn their cultivation methods from your Chinese martial arts, It's just that after the Millennium improvement of our native land, it's totally different. "

Looking at the so-called shadow maker, an Sudong said suspiciously, "more like an assassin?"

As soon as the shadow's eyes brightened, he said:

"Yes, like assassins, I can feel that you are very powerful, but we filmmakers are also very powerful. If I were you, I would leave and not do this kind of adventure.

The shadow player looks askance at an Sudong. He knows that they all cherish their lives. As long as they don't hate each other deeply, they won't be entangled too much.