"Master, it's not good! Third brother has been killed!" At this time, an Asian disciple pushed open the door and broke in, sweating profusely.

Miyamoto Zangjian's face turned cold and he said coldly: "Who killed him?"

"Senior, no matter who he is, I can make him die without a burial place with just one word." Long Qingtian was full of confidence and stood up suddenly, as if he wanted to go over and have a look.

Miyamoto Zangjian said with a murderous look on his face: "My sword has not drunk blood for a long time!"

On the way to the Dynasty Club.

Long Qingtian was worried. He really couldn't figure it out. Who dares to kill Miyamoto's disciple of Zangjian?

Arrive at the Royal Club.

Long Qingtian and Miyamoto Zangjian teamed up and walked straight towards the box where the incident occurred.

Just arrived at the door of the box.

Long Qingtian smelled the pungent smell of blood.

When Miyamoto Zangken stepped into the box, the temperature in the air dropped suddenly.

"Master, this disciple is incompetent and failed to protect his junior brother." Bei Chenfeng's face was full of self-blame, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Miyamoto Zangjian.

Even if Fujiwara Takeshi committed a heinous crime.

It's not up to outsiders to deal with it.

He has been in charge of Huangwu Dojo for many years.

No one has ever dared to kill his Miyamoto Hidden Sword disciple.

Looking at the corpses of Takeshi Fujiwara and others, Miyamoto Zangken roared angrily: "Who is so shameless that you dare to kill my disciple Miyamoto Zangken?"

Now that Long Qingtian wanted to ask for Miyamoto's hidden sword, he naturally had to stand up and support him.

No matter who killed Takeshi Fujiwara.

He cannot escape death today.
Chapter completed!