Peerless Happy Hand

He was wearing a black suit and a black cloak. His long hair had been tied to the back of his head with a rubber ring, and a long black hilt was exposed above his right shoulder.

The black tights were wrapped in a graceful figure with a concave and convex figure. She was wearing a pair of black flat fast boots, all of which were black, with only the beautiful little melon-shaped face and little hands white. When she walked in the night, she looked like a beautiful black ghost!

The cold wind tiger's eyes stared at the black ghost. When she walked three meters away from her, a green aperture suddenly appeared on the outline of her body. Then the screen prompts: Pure Yin Jade Girl, the best supplementary object

Han Feng couldn't help but say "Hmm?" Why is this prompt exactly the same as Du Yiyi? Is this a coincidence?

Indeed, to learn this kind of spell and to be able to communicate with psychics, one needs to have a very heavy yin energy to achieve success. Just like Du Yiyi, her mother knew that her daughter had a pure Yin constitution, so she decided to ask her to use witchcraft and head-suppressing technique. And this Imai Miyu is naturally also a pure Yin constitution genius that Nakajima, the leader of the Jiuqin Sect, had been searching for a long time for a pure Yin constitution.

Now they have been encountered by Han Feng one after another, which is due to their fate.

Just as the cold wind was stunned, Miho Imai was shocked even more than the cold wind!

Although she did not have the ability to remind Han Feng, when she walked into Han Feng, she suddenly felt an increasingly powerful attraction forcing herself to walk over! Moreover, the anger and hostility she had before disappeared intovisibility after seeing Han Feng’s bright eyes.

What made her even more strange was that Han Feng's image gradually became taller. His eyes looked at him with questions, a faint sense of majesty was revealed. His slightly frowned eyebrows looked so solemn, and his handsome face was full of righteousness!

As soon as Miyu Imai's feeling appeared, it was replaced by a strong feeling of worship quietly pouring into his heart, and his beautiful eyes became softer!

This strange change made Miyu Imai feel incredible. Her thoughts were confused. She suddenly felt the cold wind looked at her, like a big net covering her. A sense of fear arose, which made her think of escaping!

After all, she is Miyu Imai, a young leader in the most powerful gang in Japan. How could she be afraid? She remembered her spell, then she remembered the fifth level of Netherworld Divine Art, and then immediately remembered the invincible divine blade behind her - Kinomaru Kōtsuka!

With this thought, the motivation for survival increased sharply. As the changes in my heart, my beautiful eyes became firm and cold.

This psychological change naturally could not escape the look of Han Feng staring at her. He smiled coldly and asked in a deep voice: "Are you Miyu Imai?"

Mihu Imai was shocked and blurted out, "Do you know me?"

Han Feng nodded: "Of course, it's like you know me."

Miyu Imai said coldly: "That's easy to deal with, so as not to have to be rude when introducing it. Hanfeng, my ability surprised me. How did you burn my old tree demon to death?"

The cold wind smirked: "Ha, that's not simple, just set fire."

Miyu Imai said angrily: "Speak lightly, you hateful bastard, not only burned my old tree demon to death, but also killed dozens of my members, but also cracked my spells. If you don't dismember you from being corpsed today, I will not give up!"

The cold wind said coldly: "That's all your own fault. Why don't you, a Japanese girl, come to China for a good time? You're tired of working!"

Miyu Imai was even more angry: "You bastard! If you hadn't been destroying our big thing in Myanmar, would I come to you?"

The cold wind's cold voice increased by an octave: "Your big things? Can you have good things in your little Japanese? To put it bluntly, isn't it just to control Ke Qinbang and plunder other people's resources? Also, seeing that China's investment is jealous and deliberately sabotaging it, let me know how can I let you Japanese do whatever you want? You know so much at a young age. Go back to Japan quickly. If you don't know how to show your respect, don't blame me for being rude, hum!"

When Miyu Imai heard that Han Feng was so despised her, her already arrogant personality was even more furious!

She stretched her hands towards her shoulders, took down Kimaru Kurotsune, and then pressed the spring, Kimaru Kurotsune popped out with a "scarlet" sound!

While slowly drawing the sword, Miyu Imai slowly stared at Han Feng and said, "No one has ever dared to be so arrogant in front of me. You will pay a heavy price for what you just said. Use the sword, I will let you taste the power of my Jiuju Sect!"

Han Feng laughed silently: "Ha, just because you are not worthy of me drawing the sword. Besides, once my sword is unsheathed, I will see blood. I am so beautiful, I am reluctant to kill you. It is quite appropriate to keep it as a little wife in the future..."

This guy was so quick that Miyu Imai was so angry that he could no longer hold back. Before he could finish speaking, Miyu Imai scolded me with a little slender feet, and her delicate body rose into the air. Her right leg took a step in the air. The cold light of the Kimaru Kitsutotsu in his hand flashed, and the cold sword energy suddenly surged for more than a foot, slashing towards the cold wind's head!

Han Feng watched her use this move, and the universal thought spell immediately gave a prompt. Han Feng blurted out: "Well, the Netherworld Divine Art is indeed powerful, I will flash!"

The sound came out and disappeared. Miyu Imai's thunder attack slashed in the air. The sword energy slashed straight at the place where the cold wind stood. With a loud "bang", the gravel flew up, and it actually split a large stone in half!

This is the number one master in Japan. The first Japanese skill created by Nakajima Akira, the leader of the Nine-Chrysanth Sect, and the seventh Slash of the Thirteen Slashes of the Ghost Shadow, which is really amazing!

Miyu Imai landed on the ground. Before she turned around, a monotonous applause came from behind. Han Feng continued to sarcastically: "I admire you, the ghost shadows used by the Netherworld Magical Art to spawn the Kirimaru Kōtsunaka Sword are all worthy of splitting stones, hahaha."

Miyu Imai was very upset because of the failure of her unique skill. Now when she heard Han Feng mocking her, she suddenly turned around and said angrily: "You are the ghosts. This is the highest unique skill of this sect, the Thirteen Slash of Ghosts, an unknown country bumpkin, hum."

Han Feng touched his chin and squinted his eyes and said, "Well, you were called the Thirteenth Slash of Ghosts in your little Japanese, but when you came to China, especially in front of me, you have no ghosts. If you don't believe it, use the fourteenth stance you think is the most powerful, hehe."

Miyu Imai looked at Han Feng with great contempt and said, "What are you talking about? This set of sword techniques obviously only has thirteen styles, but when you reach your level, you will have one more style. Could it be that you created it? What a joke!"

Han Feng shook his head gently: "No, no, although the Thirteenth Ghost Shadow Style is called Thirteen, it is definitely not just Thirteen. You don't know that it's not surprising that your devil master is probably your devil master who has left a hand and refuses to teach you. But don't worry, I'll teach you when you become my little wife. It's definitely better than your devil master who teaches you, hahahaha."

Imai Miyu heard that this guy took advantage of her again. He turned his wrist and wanted to do it. Hanfeng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I haven't finished talking yet, why are you anxious? What I said is not a joke with you. You must be my little wife. I have calculated it very seriously. If you don't believe that you can calculate it well when you have time, you will know. However, it is not so easy for you to be my little wife. You must have the consent of my big wife. So, if you meet her in the future, you have to respect her, otherwise you will understand the consequences."

Miyu Imai is a young girl who is in love and has high expectations for beautiful love. How could I ever think of being someone else's little wife? Although Han Feng is serious, Miyu Imai sounds like a pure nonsense!

Originally, she had to fight with him just by saying this, but she was very curious about Hanfeng's wife. He seemed to listen to the words of the eldest wife very much, which made Imai Miyu want to know what his eldest wife looked like, so she was very out of place and asked very gossip: "Who is your eldest wife?"

Han Feng was secretly amused in his heart. Seeing that she wanted to know very much, he pretended to be solemn: "My eldest wife is the most beautiful, gentle, considerate, understanding and capable woman in the world. You must remember her name. Her name is Su Xiaoying! If you see her in the future, you must call her sister, do you know?"

Miyu Imai was full of contempt and retorted with a sour voice: "Just brag, it's not your turn to have such a good woman in the world. She's a paranoid, look at her tricks!"

This time Mihu Imai learned her lesson. She started to just talk, but she started to move halfway. After seeing the move, the Kirimaru Kyutsuka sword had already slashed at Han Feng's left shoulder, and a surprise came true!

Hanfeng knew that she wanted to make a surprise attack when she saw her sword move, but in Hanfeng's eyes, the knife came too slowly, and it was easy for him to avoid it. But this time he didn't want to avoid it. It would be useless to say more, so he would defeat her first.

As soon as Miyu Imai's sword was slashed, the cold wind suddenly disappeared again! It was impossible for Miyu Imai to stop immediately, and the huge inertia made her use of this sword.

Before the sword was about to stop, Miyu Imai suddenly realized that a big hand was holding his slim waist from behind, and then the right wrist of the knife was numb. Keimaru Kyototsu got into the hand of another big hand. A very pleasant pure yang breath penetrated into his nose, and his ears were blowing like Lan: "Don't beat my wife, you can't beat my husband, hehehehe."

Miyu Imai was instantly petrified by the continuous attacks. She felt like she had never felt before. The breath that came in from her ears made her whole body soft and unable to exert strength. Her delicate body was leaning against the arms of Han Feng!

Hanfeng couldn't hate her at this time, and soft jade hugged Miyu Imai in warm fragrance. Her compassion surged and said in a low voice: "Go back, I'll see you when I have the chance. You'll ask someone to let go of all the arrested people."