At this time, a blunt Daxia language came out.

Then, a bearded man in a kendo gown with an island sword hanging from his waist came out from behind the crowd.

His pupils were radiant, and his temples were bulging high.

Although he is less than 1.7 meters tall, he has an arrogance of being superior and superior to others.

Seeing this person, Wan Yanhen seemed relieved, subconsciously said: "Mr. Kubo Ryohei, you are here!"

"What? This one is Kubo Ryohei from one of the six major schools of the island country, the Ani Tuo style?"

"It is said that although he is not famous, his strength is extremely terrifying. He is a generation of soldiers!"

"At such an age, with such cultivation, it's simply terrifying!"

"Mr. Wanyan Que specially invited this master to help Wanyan hate the young master!"

"No matter how awesome Ye Hao is, this time he's dead!"

"Ye, I'll give you a chance."

Kubo Ryohei grinned at Ye Hao with a calm face at the moment.

"Kneel down, apologize, break my limbs, I won't kill you!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even be able to stop my Abi Tuo's knife-drawing technique!"

Kubo Ryohei had a coquettish look: "My Abi Tuo's sword-drawing skills are excellent. Once the knife is drawn, it will not return to the sheath if there is no blood!"

"In the past few years, there have been eighty or not a hundred so-called Great Xia masters who have died under my sword-drawing technique."

"For a person like you, I don't even bother to draw a knife on weekdays!"

"So get down on your knees!"

"Stop wasting your energy struggling!"

Kubo Ryohei was very proud and arrogant. Obviously, his constant push made him invincible in himself.

Even if Ye Hao had shown a certain amount of combat power before, as long as the rumored Ye Jiufeng wasn't there, Kubo Ryohei would feel that he was invincible in the field.

"Yeah?"

Ye Hao smiled.

"Who are you, Kubotaro?"

Kubao Ryohei said proudly: "He is my elder brother, we two peerless twins known as Abi Tuoliu, we..."

"You are more trash than him."

Ye Hao interrupted Kubo Ryohei bluntly, and stepped on his right foot the next moment.

"Crack��"

A fragment of a blue brick flew out, Kubo Ryohei's expression changed, and he subconsciously pulled out the long sword of the island nation from his waist.

But it was fine if he didn't draw the knife. The moment he drew the knife, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he froze. JrNovels.com