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"En!" Ye Xiaobai nodded. It would be great if someone came to clean up the scene. Then he opened the gauntlet and saw that it was written in two languages, one in Oriental and the other in Chinese.

"Mr. Ye, martial arts are world-renowned, and he has heard of his name for a long time. I will wait for Mr. Ye to drive me at [-]:[-] p.m. in the eastern suburbs park of Tokyo, at the top of Qiyun Peak, the mad dragon dojo, Yamamoto Wulong."

It turned out to be seven days later?

A trace of doubt flashed across Ye Xiaobai's eyes.

And Shiraishi Yushu had people clean up the remains of Watanabe Taro and Sato Trojan horse, and then quickly left home and film and television. Facing Ye Xiaobai, Shiraishi Yushu didn't have the courage to do it.

In fact, with Baishi Yushu's martial arts cultivation base, as long as he can pay attention to avoiding Ye Xiaobai's meteor sword, then even if he can't beat Ye Xiaobai, there is no problem in protecting himself, but the key is that he is scared to death. If you have the courage, you will lose your temperament first.

At this time, Kazuo Matsuyama, Mitsuda Inoue and Kotake Tsuruta, the three of them were all dumbfounded.

Especially Inoue Mitsuda and Tsuruta Xiaowu, the shock in their hearts was the most intense. Now they finally understood the horror of Ye Xiaobai. disturb.

You know, Yamamoto Wulong has not heard of him fighting with others for many years. No one knows how far his martial arts cultivation base has reached. , on the list of Budou emperors, the existence that can enter the top [-].

You know, the emperor's list, in Dongyang, is an authoritative list. The warriors who can be on this list are all dragons and phoenixes.

Among the top ten dojos, only Goryu Yamamoto is qualified to be on the list, and the others are far apart.

After Baishi Yushu left, Ye Xiaobai got up slowly and strode outside.

"Mr. Ye, if you need anything, just tell me."

Kazuo Matsuyama quickly caught up and said affectionately.

"no need."

Ye Xiaobai waved his hand and his figure swayed, leaving only a faint afterimage for everyone.

"Huh! Master!"

Inoue Mitsuda wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

However, Tsuruta Xiaowu felt his back was icy cold, and realized Ye Xiaobai's terror again, and he realized that he had put on a show in front of Ye Xiaobai before, and now his head is still hanging on his neck, and he is still living in the world, how amazing is that? Lucky.

Seven days later, the news that the number one master in the Tokyo Budo Dojo, Yamamoto Wulong had an appointment to fight against the young Chinese master Ye Hunshi at Qi Yunfeng in Tokyo swept the world of martial arts in the East.

In order to see the martial arts demeanor of Goryu Yamamoto, who is said to be in the top [-] of the Eastern Martial Arts Emperor List, many warriors who got the news quietly gathered towards Tokyo City.

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"Brother Zhou, Yaya Hoshino is here?"

Ye Xiaobai called Jay Chou.

"I sent her home later, and now I'm at Tokyo International Airport, ready to go home."

Zhou Dong knew that staying would hinder Ye Xiaobai, so he made a wise choice.

"Well, that's good, tell me the address of her home."

Ye Xiaobai nodded, and Zhou Dongxuan was about to say the address.

"Okay, good luck."

Ye Xiaobai said.

After talking with Jay Chou, Ye Xiaobai didn't go to look for Hoshino Yaya, but strolled in the bustling streets of Tokyo like a tourist.

But when night fell and the gorgeous lights of the city of Tokyo came on, Ye Xiaobai came slowly to the Fire Dragon Dojo.

"You, who is it?"

A samurai at the door blocked Ye Xiaobai's way and spoke in an oriental language that Ye Xiaobai could not understand.

However, Ye Xiaobai didn't even look at the other party, and just slashed through the air with a palm, knocking the warrior to the ground, unconscious, and the next moment, Ye Xiaobai's figure swayed, and he swayed into the room. In the Fire Dragon Dojo.

Baishi Yushu was meditating and practicing, when suddenly he frowned and opened his eyes, "Who?"

Bang!
The left and right sides of the wooden door of the practice room slide open automatically.

Then he saw a coquettish young man appearing in Baishi Yushu's line of sight.

"It's you?"

After Baishi Yushu saw the person coming, his pupils shrank fiercely.

"Baishi Yushu, we meet again."

Ye Xiaobai grinned and walked in slowly.

And every step he stepped in, Baishi Yushu's heart seemed to gain a hundred kilograms of weight, the heart became heavier and heavier, and breathing became more and more difficult.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Baishi Yushu found that his body was a little weak, and he couldn't lift his strength. It wasn't because he was poisoned, but because he was frightened.

If he had met Ye Xiaobai before, Baishi Yushu would never have believed that he would have been so frightened by a mid-term martial artist.

"You ran very fast today, and I couldn't compete with a master like Mr. Baishi. I feel very regretful. As a former young pioneer, where is your red scarf? How could you be so cruel and leave me to run alone? gone?"

Ye Xiaobai came to a distance of three meters in front of Baishi Yushu, stopped in his tracks, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Uh... what the hell is the red scarf?"

Baishi Yushu looked bewildered.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot, this is not Huaxia, okay! To put it another way, as an oriental warrior, where is your bushido spirit?"

Ye Xiaobai suddenly thought of something, and quickly corrected him.

"Mr. Ye, I know that I am not your opponent, so I dare not be your enemy."

Baishi Yushu secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a cowardly manner.

"I haven't fought before, how do you know it's not your opponent? You look down on me and think I'm not worthy to be your opponent!"

A murderous intent flashed across Ye Xiaobai's eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and hooked it, "Mr. Baishi, let's make a move! Let me see how your Huolong Dojo's martial arts are."

One hand was raised immediately, and the internal energy burst out of the palm, covered the palm, and turned into a wind blade that was about to be released.

"Forgive me, Mr. Ye, please let me go, I don't want to die...I'm really not your match..."

Shiraishi Yushu was scared out of his wits, his mind was full of the tragic scenes of Watanabe Taro and Sato Trojan, his legs were weak, and he kept begging for mercy.

"Then you have to give me a reason not to make a move, otherwise, I will take it as you looking down on me."

Ye Xiaobai was also silent. Baishi Yushu's performance was too poor, and he was afraid of it before he hit him.

"This..." Baishi Yushu heard Ye Xiaobai say this, and immediately understood that this is an opportunity for him to negotiate terms, "I can give Mr. Ye your mental damage, and I can give you [-] million yen As a compensation."

This amount of money is equivalent to 7000 million Huaxia coins.

It can be considered a huge sum of money.

"Please don't use money to insult my martial arts, this reason is not enough."

Ye Xiaobai said coldly.

"This... By the way, I have a treasure in my family. If Mr. Ye gives up fighting with me and lets me go, I can give you a treasure inherited from my family."

Baishi Yushu suddenly thought of something, and said excitedly.

"Baby? Ancestral?"

Ye Xiaobai became interested.

"Yes, yes, yes." Baishi Yushu nodded repeatedly.

"Well, take it out and let me see. If I like it, then I won't challenge you."

Ye Xiaobai nodded and said.

"Then please wait a moment."

Baishi Yushu hurriedly got up and left.

Originally, Ye Xiaobai thought that Baishi Yushu would play tricks, but in the end, it turned out that Ye Xiaobai was thinking too much.

A few minutes later, Baishi Yushu returned quickly, and brought a black sack the size of a bowling ball to Ye Xiaobai, and then poured out the contents. The box, there are a few ancient Chinese characters in seal script written on the box, and a strong sense of history comes over us.

"Is this the thing?"

Ye Xiaobai asked with narrowed eyes.

The first time he saw the box, Ye Xiaobai knew that this thing was indeed a treasure, at least it was an antique. As for what it was, Ye Xiaobai didn't know. After all, he didn't study history, so, for that A few ancient Chinese characters in seal script are also big-eyed and small-eyed, and I can't read a word. Who knows, what is written is something magical.

"Well, this thing has been passed down in my family for more than 300 years, and has been passed down for thirteen generations. It is said that this thing comes from the Qin and Han Dynasties of your China."

Baishi Yushu nodded repeatedly and said.

"Then what is this?"

Ye Xiaobai asked curiously. On the surface, it looks like an antique box. If so, even if this thing is worth tens of millions, it is useless to Ye Xiaobai. He has no interest in collecting antiques. .

"I don't know about this, because when it was handed down from the ancestors, no one had opened this ancient metal box, and they didn't know what was contained in the box."

Baishi Yushu shook his head and said.

"Can't open?"

Ye Xiaobai picked up the box, observed it, and found that the box was completely closed, but it was obvious that it was empty inside, and there seemed to be something in it. As for what it was, I don't know. .

"Yes, no matter whether it is chopped with a sword or a knife, even if it is shot with a pistol, the bullets will not leave any traces on this box."

Baishi Yushu nodded and said.

What?Bullets can't leave a trace?
Hearing this, Ye Xiaobai's heart skipped a beat. In this way, the material used to make this metal box is definitely not ordinary metal. It really is a treasure!

Seeing Ye Xiaobai's shocked expression, Baishi Yushu said again, "I'm afraid you won't believe it, but later I used grenades, even bought black weapons, and used rocket launchers to blast them, but I couldn't do anything against this box."

This time, Ye Xiaobai was even more shocked. This ancient metal box is so strong that even the bazooka can't blow up a trace. If the ancient metal box is like this, what's inside?Isn't it precious beyond imagination?