Gan Zhenping smiled and said with apologizing: "That's natural. With Mr. Nagata here, as long as we get a quota for law enforcement, we are the strongest force of the World Hunter Association."

Miura Yu was very satisfied with Gan Zhenping's attitude and laughed: "Vice President Gan, it's time for the Chinese Martial Arts Association to change their blood. I think you are more suitable for the position of President of the Chinese Martial Arts Association."

Gan Zhenping didn't know what Miura Yu meant. He trembled inside and immediately replied: "Our president's talent is hundreds of times better than me, haha."

Miura Yu raised his head and suddenly asked, "Vice President Gan, I have a doubt in my heart. I wonder if you can help me solve my doubts?"

Miura Yu looked directly at Gan Zhenping, his small eyes as big as soybeans, exuded a cunning meaning.

Gan Zhenping smiled and said, "President Miura, just ask."

"It is said that your Chinese also produced a great perfect warrior, right?" asked Miura Yuki.

"This is the rumor, I can't be sure, either." Gan Zhenping replied.

Miura Yu laughed and said, "I'm really curious. Since you have such a strong man from China, why is your Chinese Martial Arts Association still coming to cooperate with us."

Miura Yu's eyes looked straight at Gan Zhenping, waiting for Gan Zhenping's reply.

Gan Zhenping hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, even if that kid is really a congenital Great Perfection Warrior, he is still the root of disaster. His arrogant temperament will only bring disaster to our Chinese Martial Arts Association."

Gan Zhenping answered like this, but in fact he felt quite helpless. It was not that they didn’t want to win over Mu Feng, but that they were rejected by Mu Feng.

In addition, he and Mu Feng still have old grudges, so naturally they are even less willing to Mu Feng to be involved in the affairs of the Chinese Martial Arts Association.

As he spoke, the rain became heavier and heavier. Under the dense rain curtain, an armed helicopter appeared at a high altitude in the distance.

"Here you come." Gan Zhenping's expression was shocked and he suddenly stood up.

He said to Miura Yuu, "President Miura, bring that boy Qin Feixuan out. As long as you threaten that boy, Qin Yi will be the meat on the chopping board and let you slaughter it."

"I hope so." Miura Yuu held his head up, his eyes full of excitement.

Over the past few decades, he has been looking forward to this day all the time. In his dreams, he cut off Qin Yi's head with a knife and then placed it in the Japanese shrine to comfort the dead seniors of the Wu League.

"Finally come!" Miura Yu General's Japanese who had been wearing it for decades

The knife slowly pulled out.

Today, he can get what he wants.

"Rumbling."

The armed helicopter hovered over the sky and slowly landed on a clearing in the middle of the island.

As the cabin door slowly opened, nearly a thousand people's eyes were all focused.

"Da!" Qin Yi's tall figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Qin Yi!" Miura Yu's eyes suddenly turned red. He held the knife in both hands, and his blood was about to boil.

The torture of the illness made Qin Yi's tall body slightly hunched. His body still had instruments to maintain the speed of the heart and lungs, and the traces of time quickly climbed onto his cheeks in just over a month.

Qin Yi in front of him was no longer the killing god in the memory of Miura Yu and others.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that Qin Yi is still holding the wide-blade sword that has accompanied him throughout his life.

"Where is my grandson?" Qin Yi said the first thing he said was Qin Feixuan.

"Grandpa." Qin Feixuan's heart-wrenching cry came from the crowd of Japanese samurai.

Qin Feixuan struggled desperately, tears filled his cheeks.

He knew that when grandpa came over today, he would definitely not be able to escape unscathed.

Qin Yi shouted loudly at Qin Feixuan: "Don't cry!"

Qin Yi's words made Qin Feixuan stop tears. Qin Feixuan looked at Qin Yi, and tears were still spinning in his eyes.

"Qin Yi, you have a saying in China, which seems to be called a relative of another generation." Miura Yu smiled grimly and said, "It seems that this is really correct."

"When we caught your son, you were so cold-blooded that you watched your son sink to the bottom of the sea."

Miura Yu didn't want Qin Yi to die easily.

He wants to humiliate Qin Yi.

He wants to return all the resentment he has been in over the years to Qin Yi.

He walked slowly towards Qin Yi and sneered: "The god of killing who dared to compete with the sky back then turned out to be just a mortal."

"As long as you kowtow to apologize to us 147 schools, I can consider letting your grandson go." Miura Yu walked not far from Qin Yi and laughed.

"Hahahahahahahaha." Miura Yu's words made Qin Yi laugh out loudly.

His laughter shakes the air. Three feet away from his body, the raindrops seemed to be blocked and could not drip on Qin Yi at all.

Qin Yi smiled, and a crazy look flashed in his eyes.

He looked around for nearly a thousand

A famous Japanese samurai said domineeringly: "It seems you're wrong."

"I'm here today to completely settle with you."

"If you have the ability, come and take my head!"

"In my eyes, you are just a group of cowards without eggs!"

After saying that, Qin Yi suddenly inserted the wide-blade sword into the ground in front of him. A terrifying energy blew into all directions with him as the center. The stones mixed with energy hit the Japanese warriors around him.

"Qin Yi, you still dare to be stubborn! I will cut off your grandson's head now." A Japanese warrior said angrily.

Qin Yi's eyes shot out dazzling fighting spirit and shouted at Qin Feixuan: "Xuan'er, are you afraid of death?"

Qin Feixuan shook his head with a resolute expression and shouted: "No, grandpa, you said that the Qin family will never live with a humble state!"

"Okay! You can take a step first, and when grandpa takes care of these cowards, go down and accompany you immediately!" Qin Yi's expression flashed with a pride.

If a person lives for a lifetime, he must live a vigorous life.

Even if life passes by like a meteor, it will leave a brilliant brilliance.

"Kill him!" Miura Yuk shouted angrily.

"Wait." At this time, Yushen Nagata spoke.

Nagata Yusheng stared at Qin Yi who was full of fighting spirit and said word by word: "Let go of that kid."

"Nada-kun, what are you doing?" Miura Yuu didn't expect Nagada Yushen to change his orders.

Nagata Yushen said coldly: "If we go out in full force, we still need to threaten a child to take revenge. The Wu League might as well disband it."

He looked at Qin Yi and said in a grim voice: "Blood debt must be solved with blood."

"This time, we don't have to tell any rules!"

Yushen Nagata's words made everyone understand instantly.

A blazing light emerged in everyone's eyes.

Yushen Nagata's tone was full of seductiveness: "With the glory of the samurai, let's go all!"

"Everyone's blade will be stained with his blood!"

"Use his blood to wash away the shame of Japanese martial arts for decades!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

In an instant, nearly a thousand Japanese warriors rushed towards Qin Yi like crazy.

This is a battle without rules.
Chapter completed!