The spiritual pressure that suddenly burst out from Kimura Kazuma's body pressed towards He Muyang like a mountain, so much that he couldn't breathe. The squeezing of the heavy spiritual pressure made He Muyang sweat involuntarily.
Trying hard to stabilize his body, feeling the pressure of the spiritual pressure on his body, He Muyang was not only shocked but also shocked. Although he already underestimated this old man, Kimura Kazuma has never been upright and always looks wretched. He Muyang's appearance really made it impossible for He Muyang to associate him with that kind of strong and scumbag person. Who knew that the true strength that broke out was so amazing.
Is this why people should not be judged by their appearance? Who knew that this damn old man was so powerful? The all-round pressure of spiritual pressure was like the pressure under the deep sea. Just feeling his spiritual pressure made me feel that I would definitely lose, and I couldn't even mention it. Can you muster up any fighting spirit? It's terrifyingly strong, with the same spiritual pressure as a monster.
"Boy, why don't you say anything? Try to attack and have a look."
"Damn old man, you're so strong!" Now if I attack, the terrifying spiritual pressure alone will probably shock me to death.
"If you don't come, then I'm going over." With that said, Kimura Kazuma walked towards He Muyang.
Just like that, he was slowly approaching He Muyang step by step, but it put huge pressure on He Muyang. With every step closer, the pressure He Muyang felt would double.
When Kimura Kazuma stood only one meter in front of him, He Muyang could hardly stand. Sweat flowed down He Muyang's face, as if he could hear the creaking sound of his own bones, freely releasing The spiritual pressure hit He Muyang, making him almost faint. If it weren't for the self-esteem supporting him, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.
"Boy, although it is said that slaying the white zombies is one of the four major combat skills of the Shinigami, in addition to these, there is one more thing, which is the most basic thing in combat, and that is spiritual pressure!! Whether it is a Shinigami, a Hollow, a Quincy, Or something else, reiatsu is always the most basic thing.”
"Just like now, no matter how good you are in the slicing technique, I just rely on my spiritual pressure to make you unable to fight back. Let alone attacking, just standing has already consumed all your strength. Alright."
"Reiatsu is different from other things. It can hardly be enhanced through practice. It is different from Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Shunpo, and Kidō. Nobles are born with powerful spiritual pressure and proud talents, while ordinary people It’s different. Experiencing physical training can also slowly increase spiritual power, so until now I still ask you to insist on daily exercise, so that your spiritual pressure can at least increase a little."
"So, kid, don't think that you are very good now. Compared with those nobles, you are at a disadvantage. If you want to become stronger, you need more efforts. Don't be arrogant and complacent. In the eyes of a real master, now At best, you are just a toddler."
A toddler? ? ?
Kimura Kazuma's words kept echoing in He Muyang's mind, deeply stimulating the otaku's arrogant self-esteem.
"ah!"
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"What kind of place is this? It feels so familiar."
Bright sunshine, green grass, lush woods, and the faint fragrance of flowers in the air.
"You are finally here, you are really an incompetent master!" The sarcastic voice came from behind He Muyang.
"Damn! Why do everyone like to talk behind people's backs? They all walk silently." He Muyang complained helplessly.
"Haha~~" chuckled lightly and ignored He Muyang's dissatisfaction. He came to He Muyang lightly, looked at He Muyang up and down for a long time, and then said lightly: "Hey, you are really incompetent. It has been more than ten years. , you have grown to this level! Really, why are you so stupid!"
Seeing that the guy in front of him looked at him up and down for a long time, and then expressed deep disdain for his efforts over the past ten years, veins popped up on He Muyang's forehead.
Seeing He Muyang's unhappy look, the green-haired man said in a casual manner: "Hey, I don't mean anything else, I just look down on you."
"I'm going to kill you!" He Muyang, whose pride was hurt, said angrily.
"Oh, what's my name? I can't seem to remember it." Qian Bian's voice came over, and He Muyang immediately stopped moving and looked at the green-haired man pitifully.
"No, please, you must remember it."
Smiling softly: "I'm teasing you!"
He gently shook the paper fan, bringing up a gust of breeze, blowing his green hair and clothes. After carefully looking at He Muyang for a long time, the green-haired man shook his head helplessly and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Seeing this reaction, He Muyang asked uneasily.
"Your strength is still a bit lacking!"
"Nani??? You must be kidding me!" Hearing Zanpakuto's answer, He Muyang suddenly lost his composure. Kimura Kazuma said that his current strength is between the captain and the deputy captain, which is not enough. The standard for initial solution? ? What a joke! !
The green-haired man lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. The expression on his face kept changing. After a while, he raised his head and looked at He Muyang.
"That's it for now."
"What did you say? The voice was too low, I couldn't hear it clearly."
"It's nothing." He glanced at He Muyang again. He Muyang was a little uneasy when he looked at him. This guy looked so...so handsome. He couldn't be gay, right? Although it is my Zanpakutō, I can't tell for sure.
No, isn't it said that the Zanpakutō is the expression of the deepest desire in the master's heart? Then am I actually gay? ? How can it be! So what is he doing? ? That weird look.
"Now, I said..."
"What?"
"Just call me Zixiao."
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"Is this your name??" Why are you so girly! ! He Muyang complained secretly.
"Yeah, just call it that."
"Well, what do you mean by 'just call it that'? Why does it feel a little wrong?" He Muyang asked doubtfully.
"There's so much nonsense, just call it that." Zixiao (let's call it that) said dissatisfied.
"Speaking of which," he looked at his Zanpakuto carefully up and down, "don't you have a little bit of purple on your body? Why are you called Zixiao? That's weird. Are you really not lying to me?? "
"Why not? I'm wearing purple inner armor, okay?"
"Purple inner armor?!" Hearing this answer, He Muyang was immediately scorched inside and tender outside. How weird this thing is!
"You are indeed a **** guy!!" After saying that, He Muyang looked at him with disbelief and disgust on his face.
"Aren't you going back yet? Your situation seems a bit bad."
Hearing Zi Xiao's words, He Muyang suddenly realized that he seemed to be bullied by that dead old man. Thinking of this, He Muyang quickly asked: "How to return to reality?"
"You have to ask yourself, this is your world."
Hearing Zi Xiao's answer, He Muyang slowly withdrew his consciousness from his inner world, and before leaving, he didn't forget to give Zi Xiao a '**' look.
"Hey, I'm still too weak. When will I be able to release my true power?" A faint voice sounded in He Muyang's inner world.
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The surging spiritual pressure crushed He Muyang's body, and Kimura Kazuma stood in front of him, only one step away.
"Hey, old man, why are you so close?"
"Huh?" Kimura Kazuma secretly exclaimed when he saw He Muyang was in a trance for a moment, and then suddenly felt that he seemed to have undergone some radical changes.
"Old man, I'm not a kid who just learned to walk!" He Muyang placed his Zanpakutō flat on his chest.
"Could it be?" Seeing He Muyang's movements, Kimura Kazuma seemed to have guessed something, his face full of surprise.
"Sing the tune, Zixiao!"
(End of chapter)