Zhang Yang looked at Chu Nan with a serious look and said, "Brother Chu Bei, you are really the best man I have ever met."

"Okay, stop praising me, hurry up and go back to the hotel. There will be a competition tomorrow. It will be too late for them to delay."

At night, the rest of the team members of Xiaozhu Country gathered in Jingdong Hospital, and Qianbai Huizi was frost in the ward.

Among the three people, the boy who was kicked by Zhang Yang was the least injured. The other two were seriously injured. The guy named Xiao was broken, his face frame collapsed, and he was deeply unconscious. Although the guy named Kawamoto was awake, his injuries were not much less.  :::: Novel 3; Another footsteps came outside. The door of the ward opened, but he saw the god of ninja Yokogi Taro walking in from outside, and behind him was a young man, Takeo Yamamoto!

After seeing Takeo Yamamoto, Chimoto showed a little surprise and said, "Junior brother, have you come out of seclusion?"

Since Takeo Yamamoto was defeated by Chu Nan, he has been in seclusion for more than a year. No one has seen him again except Taro Yokoyama.

This time, Takeo Yamamoto stood in front of Keiko Chiba, Keiko Chiba immediately felt that her junior brother was even more different from before. Keiko Chiba was very afraid of him as her junior brother. She thought she was already a very talented person, otherwise the God of Ninja would not have accepted her as her disciple, but compared with her junior brother Takeo Yamamoto, she was really far apart.

And the Yamamoto Takeo, who was already above her, is now even more incomprehensible. In the past, the Yamamoto Takeo was like the head of his master's peerless magic sword in front of her. Her junior brother had a terrifying evil aura on his body. Now, the Yamamoto Takeo is even more evil, but that evil aura is not only terrifying, but also like a fog that makes people unable to see clearly.

Taro Yokoyama glanced here, with a little dissatisfaction in his tone: "This martial arts exchange competition is crucial to our little insect country. How are their injuries?"

Chiba Keiko bowed respectfully to her master, and then said coldly: "These two people are seriously injured. Miyamoto's injury is not a big deal. It's enough to have a one-day off tomorrow. Only one game will be missing, but the two of them are expected to miss all the remaining games."

Taro Yokoyama said: "In this way, how many points will the Little Bug Country have to lose? Not to mention the number one, I'm afraid the top five will be out of stock."

A terrifying pressure made the entire ward breathless, and it was obvious that Taro Yokoyama was a little angry.

Miyamoto said next to him: "Mr. Yokoyama, this time it is purely the affairs of the two Chinese people named Chu Bei and Zhang Yang. We should complain to him!"

Taro Yokoyama glanced at him and let out a cold hum. The humming sounded like a heavy hammer, making Miyamoto's legs weak and almost fell to the ground. His whole body's blood surged and his heart beat wildly.

Yokoyama Taro said coldly: "Don't think we don't know anything. Someone has investigated it just now. It's just the trouble caused by you three. It's not scary to cause trouble. What's scary is that you don't have the ability to settle the matter. Both of you are top players, you three actually asked two Chinese players to bully it. It's simply a shame for the entire Little Bug Country!"

Miyamoto said in a trembling voice: "Yes, we were wrong, we were wrong... We mainly underestimated that Chu Bei, but we didn't expect that he was so powerful."

A man with two beards beside Qianba Huizi said, "Isn't that Chu Bei a master? How could he make you so miserable?"

This two-bearded beard is also one of the six contestants in the small country. It is named Nara. It is the strongest one except Chimao Keiko, and its strength has reached the top level of the Grandmaster.

After hearing Nara's words, Miyamoto said with a sad face: "I really don't understand."

Kawamoto, who was lying on one of the hospital beds, said tremblingly: "I joined forces with Xiao to deal with that Chu Bei. In fact, we have never faced a head-on battle. Chu Bei is really too cunning. He is good at hiding himself in the woods. He also has hidden weapons in his hand, and he uses them incredible ways. It seems to be some golden needles. I have seen him use those golden needles to treat people before... and he doesn't fight us head-on, but just uses some conspiracies to deal with us, and then we lost."

Yokoyama Taro said angrily: "If you lose, you lose. Where do you get so many excuses?"

A slight fluctuation suddenly appeared in the cold eyes of Takeo Yamamoto, who had been silent all the time, and he asked, "Was that person using the golden needle?"

"Yes, that's right... he is using the golden needle."

Takeo Yamamoto asked again: "Can he cure the disease and save the patient?"

"We saw with our own eyes that he saved an old man."

Miyamoto also said from the side: "I saw it too. He can indeed cure diseases and save lives, and it seems he can also know acupuncture."

Takeo Yamamoto asked again: "His name is Chu Bei?"

"That's right, it's called Chu Bei."

Takeo Yamamoto thought for a moment, then looked at Taro Yokoyama and said, "Master, I understand... This person is not a Chu Bei at all, he should be called Chu Nan."

After the last time Chu Nan made a big fuss in Little Clock Kingdom, Little Clock Kingdom had completely investigated Chu Nan's identity. It was because Chu Nan was very powerful in Little Clock Kingdom, so they did not dare to act rashly. However, they knew Chu Nan's identity as a medical master and other identities.

In addition, Takeo Yamamoto had had a fight with Chu Nan, so when he heard this person's description, he immediately thought of Chu Nan. Not to mention that Chu Nan and Chu Bei's names are too similar, even if the name changes greatly, it can basically not be hidden from Takeo Yamamoto's eyes.

Taro Yokoyama thought for a while and said, "Last time, Chu Nan was wearing a mask, and he was a top expert. This time it was very likely..."

Takeo Yamamoto turned around and was about to walk out. Taro Yokoyama asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to him for a while!"

Taro Yokoyama said: "It's not the time yet."

Takeo Yamamoto turned around, looked at his master, and asked, "Why?"

"Because he is the representative of the Chinese martial arts competition this time, even if he really takes action, he must wait until after the competition and start secretly before he leaves."

Takeo Yamamoto was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "I understand, I will wait patiently."

"Yeah." Yokoyama Taro was silent for a moment and said, "What should I do in the next game..."

Now this book hurts two people, and only four people can play in each round. And according to the rules, even if they don’t have enough staff, others cannot be replaced. That is not in line with the rules. Therefore, they will lose at least two points in each round of duel, and their opponents will get two points for no reason, which is very unfavorable for the Little Bug Country.

Taro Yokoyama wants to kill the two people lying on the bed now, but unfortunately that is useless. What you must do now is to think about countermeasures.

Qianbai Huizi suddenly spoke: "Now there is only one solution that is not a solution."

Seeing everyone looking at him, a cruel look flashed in the woman Qianba Huizi's eyes: "Although you can't kill people during the competition, you have no eyes on your fists and feet. If you only seriously injure the other party, it will not violate the rules."

Nara asked, "Miss Mikeko, what do you mean?"

"From tomorrow, all competitions must be ruthless. It is best to scare other teams to admit defeat as long as they meet our team. In this way, we can at least ensure the winning rate of three points each time."

Nara frowned and said, "It's just that this game is a global live broadcast, the image of the Little Bug Country..."

Yokoyama Taro made up his mind directly: "I think it's OK, just do what Moecho said. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. History will always remember the winner. People will not always remember how you won and what methods you used, let alone these are all formal means. I'll leave first, and you can continue to study and research."

Qianba Huizi said respectfully: "Master, walk slowly."

Takeo Yamamoto followed Taro Yokoyama and walked out together. When Takeo Yamamoto went out, Keiko Chimamoto's eyes condensed on a pitch-black knife in the hands of Takeo Yamamoto. It was a martial private sword with a strange and terrifying aura. This knife was given to Takeo Yamamoto more than a year ago. It was the peerless magic sword "Ghost Shou" that Taro Yokoyama had used all his life. From that moment on, Keiko Chimamoto knew that the teacher had placed all his hopes on this junior brother, and this junior brother was the real inheritor in the teacher's eyes!

Chimao Keiko didn't mean to be jealous. Takeo Yamamoto's talent is indeed not comparable to her, nor is it comparable to her senior brother who rarely appears. This kind of genius is rare in thousands of years, so the teacher naturally needs to focus on cultivating it.

Taro Yokoyama and Takeo Yamamoto walked in the hospital one after another. The hospital was quiet late at night, and no sound could be heard around.

The only sound between heaven and earth is the sound of their footsteps.

Takeo Yamamoto was walking behind, while Taro Yokoyama, who was walking in front, seemed to be cooperating with Takeo Yamamoto behind him. The sounds of the two people walking actually produced a very strange sense of rhythm.

Takeo Yamamoto lowered his head and suddenly discovered the reason. Every step he took happened to be between the previous and next steps of Yokoyama Taro.

He took the first step, and Yokoyama Taro took the second step. He took the third step, and Yokoyama Taro immediately took the fourth step, never missing a step.

If he walks with a yen, Yokoyama Taro will also walk fast, if he walks slowly, Yokoyama Taro will also walk slowly.

At the beginning, of course, Taro Yokoyama was cooperating with him.

But soon, Yokoyama Taro's pace slowly accelerated, and he couldn't help but follow him faster. Yokoyama Taro walked slowly, and he also slowed down.

His footwork seemed to be controlled by Taro Yokoyama, and he could not get rid of it!

After Yamamoto Takeo went into seclusion, he thought it would be difficult to meet his opponent again. If he met Chu Nan again, he would never let Chu Nan succeed again. At this moment, cold sweat broke out in his palm.

Takeo Yamamoto's stubbornness arose. Even if the old man walking in front was his teacher, he would not want to be led by the teacher like this. He struggled to get rid of this feeling, but suddenly he found that his body seemed to be no longer his own. The feeling made him feel frightened.

Yokoyama Taro stopped when he reached the door. Takeo Yamamoto was able to stop as well, completely getting rid of the terrifying feeling. Then Yokoyama Taro slowly turned around. This old man who seemed to be in his twilight years once again gave Yokoyama Taro a feeling of rising up, even though the old man was so short.

"Do you know why I handed you this knife?"

Takeo Yamamoto grabbed the ghost head in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head.

Taro Yokoyama said, "You should know that I have only accepted three disciples in total. You are the third one and the one I value the most. In my heart, you are the only one who can inherit my legacy."

Takeo Yamamoto said: "The disciples will definitely not upset the teacher's expectations."

Taro Yokoyama said, "This magic sword has been with me for the rest of my life. I will give him to you. It's not that I can't swing this sword anymore, but because I no longer need it. Although we, the Little Bug Kingdom, strive to be the first in every martial arts exchange competition, must be clear in your heart that the most powerful and profound martial arts in the world is not our ninjutsu after all, but Chinese martial arts, just like the Chinese martial arts god who defeated me back then. When a person truly understands the supreme truth of martial arts, picking leaves can hurt people!"

Yokoyama Taro said with a serious face: "I didn't reach this level until I was seventy years old. I hope you can get earlier, and then... go to China and take back all the dignity lost by China twenty years ago."

Looking at the scorching light flashing in Yamamoto's eyes, Yokoyama Taro stopped saying anything. He knew he didn't need to say anything anymore. He turned around and left the hospital silently. This time he did not restrain Yamamoto's pace again. Yamamoto's breathed a sigh of relief and followed easily. Yokoyama Taro just wanted to remind Yamamoto to not be arrogant after he went into seclusion.

There are people outside!
Chapter completed!