I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

In the messy living room, the old man wearing a thunder mask and Han Qingcheng looked at each other from afar.

The middle-aged man in the crow mask, wearing a crisp suit, was still standing at the stairs, and he slowly took out his hands from his pockets.

"Two of you, are you going to fight in circles or come together?"

Han Qingcheng stood leisurely beside the body of the man in the sweatshirt and asked with a smile.

"Young people do have abilities, but having ability does not mean that you can be arrogant. Your bloodline is very good, and you can defeat Chen Feng without using the spirit of speech. Your Excellency will definitely be satisfied with your bloodline."

The old man with silver hair walked slowly towards Han Qingcheng, his majestic voice showing a hint of chilling coldness.

"Sir? Looking at the two of you wearing masks so stylishly, I thought you were the boss. It turns out there is a leader above. Alas, I didn't expect that all I had to deal with after working for a long time were some rotten fish and shrimps. It's really disappointing. "

"Hmph, you will be proud enough to die if you can let the deacon take action himself."

Facing Han Qingcheng's yin-yang temperament, the old man was obviously irritated.

"Beep! Mission: Capture the deacon alive. Mission reward: Reward items exchanged for fragments*20, mission points 300 points."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the system's beep sounded in Han Qingcheng's mind.

Hey, the mission has been triggered, and there will be additional gains in this way.But what the hell is this reward item redeemable for fragments?Forget it, no matter what it is, wait until you get it and then study it slowly.

The burly old man, who was as strong as a bear, took out a dagger from his arms and attacked Han Qingcheng with a tiger pounce.

Han Qingcheng raised his hand with his toes, and the short knife used by the man in the sweatshirt flew up and landed in his hand.

The blade is too thin and not easy to use.

It's a pity that the Red Sky Sword is not around, so let's make do with it for now.

The old man's speed was much faster than that of the man in the hoodie before he used the Word Spirit Setsuna. Terrifying power erupted from his bulging muscles. The two swords exchanged for the first time, and Han Qingcheng was slightly defeated in strength. Suppressed.

The old man's sword skills are a bit tricky, a bit like Assassin's assassination skills.

Han Qingcheng was actually no stranger to this kind of sword technique, because the Assassin Assassination Technique was also on the list of fighting teaching courses at Kassel Academy, and there were many people in the academy who were well versed in it.

After dismantling a few moves, Han Qingcheng suddenly increased his strength. The sudden and fierce attack caught the old man off guard.

"He's still hiding his stupidity."

The old man, who was forced back by Han Qingcheng's rapid slashes, gritted his teeth.

Ever since he became one of the six great deacons, he has never suffered such a loss.As a deacon whose status is second only to that of the priest, he has always wanted to have the wind and rain. Apart from the Secret Party and the Orthodox, they don't think there are other mixed-race forces in the world that can compete with them.

As a result, today their base was completely turned upside down by a young man from the secret party. Several of their mixed-breeds were like chickens and dogs in the opponent's hands.As a result, he ended up being tricked by the other party in person. Looking at him with such ease, it seemed that he didn't take him seriously at all.

Huge anger burned in his chest, and the golden color in his eyes became more intense.

"Uncle Crow over there, do you want to come with us?"

Han Qingcheng ignored him, but looked at the middle-aged man who was still standing on the stairs.There was a frivolous look in his eyes. Not to mention the grumpy white-haired old man, even the middle-aged man who had always kept his emotions secretive had a trace of sullenness in his eyes.

"court death!"

The old man wearing the thunder mask shouted angrily, as if he was going to burn Han Qingcheng to ashes with his full anger, and his burly figure rushed towards him like a beast.

Han Qingcheng turned his gaze back to the middle-aged man and cut the dagger diagonally from bottom to top, sealing the dagger's path.

Then he twisted his wrist, and the blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, traveled along the edge of the dagger and went straight to the old man's forehead and wrist.

However, when the dagger was still in the middle, a violent energy exploded.

The dazzling thunder exploded with the old man as the center, and Han Qingcheng, who was very close at hand, was instantly overwhelmed by the thunder.A strong sense of numbness was like countless small snakes crawling all over the body in an instant.

"Go to hell!"

After the old man sent out a thunder spirit to control Han Qingcheng, he roared and stabbed Han Qingcheng's heart with a dagger.

A crisp "ding" sounded.

In the old man's extremely surprised gaze, Han Qingcheng's dagger was lying across his chest, and the tip of the fine gold dagger was pressing against the thin body of the dagger.Under the old man's violent strength, the blade of the sword had dented greatly inward and stuck to Han Qingcheng's chest.

"Word Spirit Leichi? Old man, your bloodline level is very high. You can actually master such a high-level Word Spirit."

Han Qingcheng's body was still smoking, but his eyes were full of amusement.

"You, how can you still move?"

Yan Ling is of no use to him?wrong!There are already many burns on his body, so he is not immune to the damage from Yanling Leichi.But why could he block my sword? He should have been paralyzed by the thunder and couldn't move.

"Old man, there is an old saying in China that a long illness makes a good doctor. I have been electrocuted a lot, so I have a high immunity to electricity, just like taking too much medicine can lead to drug resistance."

Han Qingcheng, who had a wicked look on his face, kicked up the old man and kicked him out.

"You play with thunder, and I will also play with you."

Han Qingcheng quickly formed the seal and said with a smile.

Thunder escape? Pseudo darkness.

A far thicker thunder light appeared than before, and the violent thunder power gradually gathered into the shape of a gun and stabbed towards the white-haired old man.

A solemn and low chant sounded, but it was completely covered up by the violent roar of thunder.

"The Dustless Land?"

With Han Qingcheng's eyesight, he could naturally catch the middle-aged man wearing a crow mask jumping down from the building just now and blocking the old man.The second before the thunder came, an invisible barrier was propped up, and the pseudo-dark thunder power hit the barrier and disappeared.

"Young people have good eyesight and are knowledgeable. I have long heard that Kassel Academy is a holy place for the Secret Party to train young mixed-races. Today, I saw that it is indeed well-deserved."

The middle-aged man put down his open hands, and the voice under the mask was still calm and calm, without any trace of panic.

"Praise after award, it seems that the two deacons are planning to join forces, so let's make it more lively."

Faced with the entry of the middle-aged man who owned Wuchen Land, Han Qingcheng still had the same careless expression, as if he didn't pay attention to the two men joining forces at all.

Whether it is the Thunder Pond or the Wuchen Land, they are both powerful word spirits of high rank.The two opponents should be mixed-breeds above level B, maybe even level A.It's just that both of their methods have been revealed. In a clear situation, their own skills will not put too much pressure on Han Qingcheng.

"Calculating the time, my teammates should be arriving soon, so let's make a quick decision."