My uncle is Lin Zhengying

The last link has also been made up!

Huo Daxia told a big lie in the end, making thousands of people in the audience unknowingly become 'actors'.

If Zhang Jing hadn't been the mastermind behind the scenes and knew all the developments, he probably wouldn't have been fooled at this moment, thinking that Huo Yuanjia really 'died together' with Tanaka Yasuno.

Turning his head slightly, Zhang Jing glanced at the bearded middle-aged man not far away.

really.

The person's eyes were still looking at the stage with cloudy eyes, as if he was suspicious and puzzled.

But seeing Huo Yuanjia's disciples and friends panicked, carrying Huo Yuanjia who was 'immobile', he stepped off the stage in a hurry, ready to be sent to the hospital.

He still silently chose to accept this fact.

Fearless, he should still be under his spell.

otherwise.

With Huo Yuanjia's strength, he was obviously much stronger than Yasuno Tanaka, so he should be able to win the second half easily, not so difficult, a dangerous and dangerous fluke to win, and in the end he vomited blood and passed out.

This shows that his spell still has an effect.

It's just that I don't know why, but this time his spell is much less effective than imagined!

He didn't even think about whether there might be a Chinese Taoist expert in the guild hall who could break his spell.

Because Zhang Jing didn't show too much abnormality from the beginning to the end, and Huo Yuanjia's acting skills are also very good.

The cooperation of the two is seamless.

So the bearded man sullenly got up and left quickly.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Jing's mouth, and after winking at Zhuge Kongping and Bai Rourou, he quietly followed behind the beard and left the hall.

"Hiss..." Zhuge Kongping gasped when he saw this, and said to Bai Rourou: "Why did I feel for the first time that Zhang Daoyou's seemingly harmless smile is actually a bit sinister?"

Bai Rourou nodded, agreed deeply, and echoed: "It seems that the exchange meeting has not officially started, and this group of Orientals have to stumble first!"

……

……

After the bearded man left the competition hall, he was not on guard and went straight back to the Japanese Concession, never expecting to be followed.

of course.

With Zhang Jing's strength, even if he was cautious, it was impossible for him to find out that he was being followed.

The Japanese Concession is very large, and it is the largest one among the many foreign leases in Jinmen.

The place where the bearded man came was far away from the Miyajima Street where Zhang Jing lived, and he had never been there before, so the surroundings were very strange.

Zhang Jing followed like a tail hanging from a distance, turning around and turning around, and soon came to a Japanese-style courtyard.

This bearded middle-aged man is not very strong.

Judging by the breath that he showed when he cast the spell, it was at most equivalent to entering and exiting the realm of refining masters.

With such a cultivation base, perhaps he can be regarded as a good master in other places.

But placed so close to Jinmen, where dragons and snakes are mixed and masters gather, it is not conspicuous.

This time in the world of oriental magic arts, even a lot of master-level masters came, and the bearded man should be just a subordinate of a certain master, just obeying orders.

really.

When he came outside the courtyard, the bearded man stopped in front of the door and did not go in directly. Instead, he arranged his clothes first, then knocked on the door lightly, bent slightly, and waited respectfully outside the door.

Compared to the owner of the courtyard, the bearded man should be just a subordinate.

Otherwise he wouldn't be so humble.

After a while, the courtyard door was opened, and a woman with a traditional Japanese bun and a white printed kimono walked out, and welcomed her in with a beard.

After the courtyard door was closed again, Zhang Jing appeared from behind a big tree and walked out.

Looking at the gate of the courtyard in front of him, there are a few familiar patterns of chrysanthemums engraved on it. Instead of rushing in, he stroked his chin thoughtfully and muttered, "This pattern seems a little familiar, doesn't it?"

After thinking for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up.

"It seems to be the symbol of Jiuju School?"

Before coming to Jinmen, Zhang Jing had actually dealt with people from the oriental magic world.

Back then in Lingnan, he went to Guangzhou City with Uncle Jiu and helped Uncle Jiu fight for the position of the God of the Underworld. Zhang Jing met an oriental cultivator outside Guangzhou City, named Mikuko Ohashi.

Daqiao Meijiuzi is from the Jiuju school.

"It seems that I have a good relationship with the Jiuju faction, and they are going to provide me with merit points again..."

Zhang Jing thought with a smile.

He remembered that people from the Jiuju faction were good at nurturing ferocious beasts, and they would turn themselves into ghosts after death...

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Chapter 442

Zhang Jing originally wanted to sneak into the yard first to check the situation secretly.

In the end, he never thought that when he walked to a remote corner of the wall, just as he jumped up and crossed the wall to land, a dart shot towards him. It was as fast as lightning, and its lethality was no worse than a bullet!

The speed of darts is fast, coupled with the fact that the body is in the falling stage, the old force has been exhausted, and the new force has not yet been produced.

Even a martial arts master like Huo Yuanjia could detect abnormalities, but he could only watch helplessly as he was stabbed by a dart.

Zhang Jing was obviously not an ordinary person. He had no focus in mid-air, but suddenly turned around strangely, and dodged the dart, which hit the wall with a clang.

"The defense is so strict?"

Zhang Jing shook his head helplessly.

He was already careful enough, and he was discovered just after he broke in.

But it doesn't matter, since you have found it, then go for it.

Today's matter is not planned to be good.

The one who shot darts at Zhang Jing was none other than the young girl in kimono who opened the door for the bearded man just now. She glanced through the crack of the door just now, and felt that this girl was no different from an ordinary middle school student, weak and weak.