Chapter 522

Poof!

The man with the strength of vigorous Qi in the middle stage gushed out blood and flew out. He accidentally hit cangye Erlang and knocked him to the ground, which made cangye Erlang scream.

"Brother Xiao is very powerful. I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

Song chenbo's eyes were full of shock. Looking at Xiao Yifeng, even Ou Yanhong's eyes were full of surprise.

"Get up now!"

Cangye Erlang, who was pressed to the ground, turned pale and yelled. Several other cangye family members quickly lifted the man away, and then helped him up.

"Damn Huaxia people, you have completely angered my cangye family!"

Cangye Erlang looked at Xiao Yifeng's ferocious roar.

"So what?"

Xiao Yifeng gave a sneer, a face of disapproval.

"What's the matter?"

At this time, Angelica Heart and Xiao Han are here, went to Xiao Yifeng side.

That cangye Erlang saw the heart of Angelica dahurica at a glance, and there was a strong evil light in his eyes.

"Beautiful girl, boy, is she with you?"

Cangye Erlang glanced at Baizhi's heart and looked at Xiao Yifeng.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Xiaoyi wind cold road.

"Boy, give this woman to my young master for fun for a few days, and then kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake. Maybe I can let you live a few more days, or I will let the strong men of cangye family kill you all."

Cangye Erlang cheered coldly.

Hearing cangye Erlang's words, Xiao Yifeng's eyes coagulated and was about to speak. As a result, a sword came out.

On the spot, he blasted cangye Erlang out. A deep sword mark appeared on his chest. He fell to the ground and spat blood. His breath was very weak.

At the moment, Angelica dahurica's face is cold, and her right hand is holding a long sword with a chill. It's obvious that this sword was just what she did.

"Young master!"

"Young master!"

Seeing a deep sword mark on cangye Erlang's chest, the faces of these cangye families were full of worries. They quickly picked it up and rushed out.

"Miss Bai, I can't see that you are cruel enough. Didn't you kill him with this sword?"

Song chenbo looked at Angelica dahurica heart can not help saying.

"I can't die!"

Angelica Heart face indifferent vomit way.

"You're really noisy. You've completely offended the cangye family. I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble at that time. I'll figure out how to solve it."

"You all go to have a rest. Don't delay tomorrow's competition, and don't do it at will. After all, this is Japan, not China. If something goes wrong, we will be helpless."

Xiao Han looked at these people and said in a deep voice.

In the ward of a hospital in Kyoto, half of his face is tightly wrapped in gauze and lying on the bed. Next to him stands a middle-aged man with a slightly short body, a gloomy face, and eyes full of vultures. It's guitiankou, vice president of the black dragon Association.

"Father, you must avenge me, I will let that boy die!"

Tortoise farmland one sun facial expression anger, talk some air leakage, his this facial expression anger, affected the injury of half face, ache of he howl straight.

"Son, don't worry. This guy not only caused so much damage to you, but also greatly reduced the status of our father and son in the Black Dragon Society. I will not let him go."

The tortoise field mouth eye twinkles cold cold cold awn, gloomy ground drinks a way.

Kyoto, a room in a mysterious building.

A middle-aged man in a black robe was sitting here drinking sake and kneeling in front of him was another man.

"My Lord, can this really solve the secret of the relic?"

The man looked at the middle-aged man drinking sake in front of him and said.

"I don't know, but we have studied it for so long, and we can't solve the secret of the relic. We can only let the Chinese try it."

The middle-aged man shook his sake and vomited softly.

"Keep an eye on me. If someone from Chinese Buddhism shows up, let me know!"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Yes

The man nodded.

The next day, the rising sun shone on the land of Japan.

In the largest Bushido Museum in Kyoto, there are a large group of people, hundreds of them. The media and journalists from various Asian countries gather here.

This year's Asian elite competition is held here.

This year, a total of 10 countries sent representatives to participate in the elite competition, and these countries are among the best in Asia.

This time, Japan's reward is a Buddhist relic that can enhance its strength. Therefore, these countries have sent their own young generation of talented experts.Not only to capture the relic, but also to show the strength of our country.

The purpose of this elite competition is to compete the strength of each country. In the past, the first one was contracted by the three strongest countries in Asia, namely Koryo, Japan and Huaxia.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Xiao Yifeng and others have gathered in this hall, and people from other countries have arrived.

"There are so many people!"

Song chenbo looked at the huge sea of people in the Taoist Museum and couldn't help spitting out.

"This time, the people sent by other countries are many times better than before!"

Xiao Han glanced at those people from other countries and said.

"What are you afraid of? No matter how fierce they are, they will be our losers in the end. This time I will be the first to win glory for our country!"

Ou Yanhong said with confidence on his face.

"Be careful, the cowhide will blow up!"

Song chenbo said with a smile.

"Well, we'll see!"

With a cold snort, he went to one side and sat down.

"Your biggest opponents are the five people sent by Japan. This time, Japan even gave us the relic as a reward, and they are the hosts. It is absolutely impossible for us to take the first one so easily."

"What's more, in Asia, it's Japan that can compete with us in martial arts. There are a lot of strong young people in Japan. This time, they are expected to show a few of them. You can't be careless."

Xiao Han said solemnly.

"Don't worry, uncle. Don't worry too much!"

Xiao Yifeng smiles and looks very relaxed from beginning to end, as if there is no worry.

At this time, a group of people came out from one side of the hall. There were several men in suits and exuding official prestige. Among them were five young men in Samurai clothes, apparently five young elites sent by the Japanese side.

The young man walking in the front was gloomy, holding a samurai sword in his hands, with a rebellious look in his eyes and a fierce breath on his body, which made people dare not get close to him.