In Soul Society, love and bond begin

However, a sinister smile appeared on the woman's usually calm and indifferent face.

"boom--"

There was a loud explosion in the center of the scattered army formation.

A huge white stone pillar fell from the sky, and the violent shock dispersed the surrounding crowd and inserted it obliquely into the ground.

At the top of the stone pillar stood a man with an afro and wearing a small waistcoat.

In his hand, he was holding a strong man covered in blood.

With a "thump", the unconscious Okada Danerlang was thrown to the ground, shocking the surrounding Yuanliu Death Gods.

"This, this is——Oka-sensei!!"

"Is that someone from Seireitei too? Why haven't I heard of him before?!"

"Hey! Who are you!"

"Get down here!"

Among the crowd in Group 11, noisy voices continued to ring out.

The man who rushed into the center of the entire army with great fanfare was like throwing a huge rock into a mirror lake, causing ripples.

Only the guy standing on top of the stone pillar still had his hands on his hips, scanning his territory like a king.

Hearing the question from below, he opened his arms like a hip-hop rapper and loudly announced his arrival:

"attitude!"

“So High——!”

"Who am I? I am Number One Zanpakutō Maker!"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, and the last four, three!"

His ten fingers stretched into the air, falling one by one as he performed a simple freestyle, and then clenched into fists.

Until the end, he gave himself a thumbs up, showing his shining white teeth:

"——Nimeiya Wang Yue!"

He stood on the stone pillar unscrupulously, put his right hand on his forehead, looked around like a monkey, and asked loudly:

"Hey!"

"Where is the strongest guy among you?!"

"Come out quickly!"

"I'm in a hurry."

Chapter 75: There is more fun when there are more people

"The Sixty-Seventh Path of Destruction: Thunderous Powder!"

With a loud shout, surging mist and scattered lightning burst out, forcing back the surrounding Elemental Death Gods while trapping the afro-haired man with a lightning-shaped chain.

Fujimiya Makoto put down his hand, and with his other arm he had already carried Obana Danjiro's body out of the fog, and turned his head to look to the side.

"Master-chan!"

Almost at the moment his voice fell, a number of shallow swords suddenly shot out from the fog and lightning.

Before the shallow sword could reach Fujimiya Makoto, Unohana Yachiru's figure had already blocked his disciple's way.

"Ding--"

Several shallow blows were used to scatter the fire everywhere.

Unohana Yachiryu still stood there motionless, as if he had not made a single move.

Even Fujimiya Makoto, who was close at hand, could only barely catch the moment his teacher sheathed his sword.

The next moment, Wang Yue from Ermeiwu slowly walked out from the fog.

Even if lightning struck, it could not leave any trace on him.

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils shrank slightly.

However, he didn't say much.

This was the truth. In front of the top figures in Soul Society, a figure like him, who was only at the level of a 'future vice-captain', was not significantly different from an ordinary Shinigami.

Invincible.

Nimaiya Wang Yue's gaze was not on him, but turned to look at Unohana Yachiru, who had a calm expression. He simultaneously extended his index fingers with both hands, pointed them horizontally, and said in an exaggerated voice:

"Oh!"

"This little sister from Yasasi, looks like she's my opponent this round!"

"Does it take time to prepare?"

"Ni-Mei-ya! But it's a synonym for gentleman!?"

For a moment, Fujimiya Makoto's gaze towards him became a little strange.

It's not just him.

The surrounding Yuanliu Death Gods were also looking at him with very subtle eyes.

Look, the corpse is talking.

Xiao Podao's childish voice rang directly in everyone's head, laughing loudly.

You're done! Just wait! Even Jesus can't save you!

[Master, I'll chop you into eight pieces this time!]

[Besides that broken sword, what else can you do? What else can you do! ]

[Pah! It seems Fujimiya doesn't have enough spiritual pressure right now, otherwise I'd turn you into a black puff of cream in a second!]

Hearing the voice ringing in everyone's mind at the same time, Wang Yue from Ermeiwu was stunned at first.

Then, he immediately revealed a look of astonishment, turned his head in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto in shock, and said repeatedly: "Wait a minute! Nimeiya doesn't remember forging such an impolite sword!"

"And, he can actually speak while in a shallow state..."

"Hey, kid!"

"Show me your knife!"

Fujimiya Makoto smiled at him kindly and raised his middle finger:

"Why don't you show me your wife?"

[Bah! Pervert! Who is your wife!]

【Fujimiya is a JS fan! 】

【Female ghost pile driver! 】

This brat seems to be talking a lot extra today.

Seeing that they could actually interact at any time, Wang Yue's eyes lit up even more.

This is so interesting!

However, before the fire of research in his heart could be ignited, he saw Unohana Yachiru in front of him slowly drawing a sword from his waist.

In an instant, the murderous aura that burst out from her body swept across the area within a radius of dozens of meters.

Unohana raised her head and looked at Ermeiwu with a grim gaze.

"It's not a good habit to look down on your opponent."

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu seemed to have sensed something as well. He slowly took off his sunglasses and said seriously:

"It seems that this young lady is not easy to deal with."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to his side.

With a clang sound, the sword he had casually thrown on the ground flew into his hands.

The terrifying spiritual pressure in both of them, which was close to the end of death,

Erupt at the same time.

For a moment, everyone around could feel the chill that seemed to cut through their skin.

"Back off! Everyone back off!"

Fujimiya Makoto was well aware that if other ordinary Shinigami were involved in a battle of this level, the final scene would be extremely tragic. The spiritual pressure alone would be enough to crush most of these ordinary Shinigami, whose spiritual power was not even at the tenth level, into minced meat.

"Sincerity."

Unohana-sensei turned his back to him and said casually, "You are not allowed to interfere."

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto is well aware of Unohana-sensei's rules.

Fighting is an entertainment activity that she will never allow others to interfere with.

"That won't do!"

Nimeiwu Wang Yue suddenly raised his head and called out to the surrounding Zanpakutō:

"Sweetheart! Darling!"

"Please help me hold that guy down!"

"We can't let him get away!"

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils suddenly contracted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Zanpakutō exploded with a 'boom' sound, and clouds of dust appeared. Several female figures appeared behind Nimaiya Wang Yue, looking in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto with unfriendly eyes.

To be precise, he was looking at the knife in his hand.

They heard clearly all the bad things Xiao Podao just said.

Fujimiya Makoto turned to look at the teacher and gestured.

However, Unohana simply responded with a gentle smile.

There is no intention of interfering at all.

This lets him deal with it himself.

"It's really troublesome."

Fujimiya Makoto threw away the Obana Danjiro in his hand and looked at the menacing Zanpakutō with some distress.

Even if it's just materialization, it doesn't seem like it can be easily dealt with...

He still remembered how much trouble Muramasa in the original work caused with his Zanpakutō.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard a loud shout from behind Ermeiwu:

“Ouch!”

Suddenly, a short man with red hair suddenly jumped up more than ten meters high, and swooped down towards him from top to bottom, with flames on his hands and feet.

"Big-explosion!!!"

Violent fireworks spewed out from the red-haired girl's mouth, engulfing the land within a radius of dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. The high temperature made the center of the flame almost light up with a dazzling white. The surging airflow formed a wind wave, pushing away everyone around.

The air became increasingly scorching hot under the high temperature, and even if one was a hundred meters away, one could not help but sweat profusely from the surface of the body.

The charred land continuously emitted bursts of pungent burnt smell.

However, Fudao Mera, who was still spewing fire, suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Ok?"

Before she could stop, she heard a calm shout from the center of the flames.

"Type 1·Reform·Fenyan!"