The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"Who are you?" one of the Japanese devils asked Zhang Yuze.

Although Zhang Yuze could not understand the bird language of this country, he used his PP to think, and knew that the other party must be asking who he was.

Zhang Yuze smiled coldly in his heart, and said lightly: "I am your grandfather, here to teach you, you devil grandsons, a lesson."

"Chinese!" one of the ninjas exclaimed, and the other ninjas, upon hearing that Zhang Yuze was Chinese, rushed towards him in unison.

"Shua! Shua!" As the dozen or so ninjas rapidly approached Zhang Yuze, their figures instantly vanished into thin air, disappearing without any warning.

Even Zhang Yuze was envious of this kind of stealth technique.

If he had this kind of stealth technique, how great would it be to peep at babes in the bathhouse at night!

But as he thought about it, it only flashed through Zhang Yuze's mind for a moment, and his reaction was still very quick.

Zhang Yuze had heard of the ninjutsu of Japanese ninjas.

However, Zhang Yuze felt disdain for this extremely clumsy ninjutsu, which was nothing more than exploiting the time difference of human vision, without much technical content.

He snorted coldly, and the Demon Slaughter Blade in Zhang Yuze's hand instantly slashed out into the air.

"Sha! Sha! Sha!" The blade of the Demon Slaughter Blade emitted a sharp white light, and made bursts of air-splitting sounds in the air.

"Uh!" Instantly, the figures of several ninjas appeared in the air, and they fell to the ground, obviously dead beyond dead, with several blood holes in their chests, obviously cut open by Zhang Yuze.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yuze's hand did not stop, and his left hand clenched into a fist and quickly swung towards the other side.

With a "Bang!" sound, a dull collision sound came from the void.

A black figure fell out of thin air in the void, and then the whole person flew back, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood before fainting.

Next, Zhang Yuze's speed became faster and faster.

Those ninjas hiding in the dark, although their movements looked very strange, were nowhere to hide in front of Zhang Yuze.

After a few rounds, all of them were knocked to the ground.

Zhang Yuze clapped his hands, looked at the Japanese ninjas lying on the ground in a mess, and felt very disdainful in his heart.

"Damn it, so this is a ninja. It turns out that those comic books I read before were all bragging.

With such little ability, they are no different from ordinary people!" Zhang Yuze clapped his hands and snorted coldly with disdain.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuze frowned, as if sensing something.

In front of him, a figure appeared out of thin air, holding a Japanese sword and slashing down at him.

The movements in his hand were not slow at all.

When the ninja's sword quickly reached in front of him, he could even see the smile on the ninja's face, an extremely smug smile.

A hand appeared, or rather, two fingers tightly clamped the sword.

Feeling the heavy pressure of the other party's sword, Zhang Yuze's body could not help but take a step back.