Super Ninja, that is, Super Ninja.

Toei ninja is roughly divided into five levels.

Lower ninja, middle ninja, upper ninja, super ninja, and legendary titled ninjas, such as Naruto, Thunder Ninja.

Seeing that the director slapped his palm, Wang Hao's face sank, and he waved his fist to meet him.

The palms and fists collided, and the wind roared!

After this photo, both the director and Wang Hao subconsciously "kicked and stared" back five or six steps in a row.

The director stabilized his fat body, squinted his eyes, and looked at Wang Hao, and a touch of surprise flashed in it.

"I didn't expect that after three months, your skills have improved so quickly!"

Wang Hao smiled coldly and said, "I didn't expect that the big director hiding behind the scenes would be so vulnerable!"

The director was furious, stepped out with his left foot quickly, and rushed in front of Wang Hao in the blink of an eye. Raising his palm, he pressed Mount Tai with force and smashed it towards his heavenly spirit cover,

Wang Hao didn't expect the director's speed to be so fast, and in a hurry, he raised his arm to block.

"Click!"

In the next moment, Wang Hao really heard the sound of his arm bones breaking, and he grinned in pain.

Director Sen Ran sneered and said, "Jiji, how does my palm taste, is it really as vulnerable as you just said?"

Wang Hao glanced at his slightly deformed arm, and knew in his heart that the fractures were estimated to be light.

Wang Hao gritted his teeth vigorously, stepped on the seven stars, and his body rose with his strength, jumping into the air.

"Huh!"

When he was less than ten meters away from the director, he suddenly pulled out the money sword, slashed at Huashan with his strength, and slashed towards it.

The director's pupils constricted, staring at the money sword.

At the moment when the money sword fell, his figure became a wind and disappeared out of thin air.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao's face changed, and he was stunned: "What a speed!"

Suddenly!

A cold wind is coming!

Wang Hao only felt a chill down his spine, and a black shadow reflected from above his head.

"Huh!" With a cruel smile, the director waved his palm like a knife and slashed at Wang Hao's head.

Wang Hao was shocked, and subconsciously, he raised the money sword to block.

The director is a fat man with a body size of more than 200 pounds, and he swoops down and has the absolute upper hand.

At that moment, Wang Hao felt a thousand powers, and pressed down straight, shocking him dizzy and his legs numb.

The director snorted proudly and said, "Hmph, fight with me, you're still a little tender!"

"Get down on my knees!"

Before the words landed, he increased his strength and went towards Wang Hao.

Wang Hao's legs trembled, clenched his teeth hard, and barely supported.

When the fat director was not paying attention, he took out the seven-color soul chasing gun of the gun king from his waist, and knocked the trigger in the sky.

The director didn't expect that Wang Hao still had such a killer weapon on his body, and the distance between the two sides was too close, and in a hurry, he didn't have a chance to dodge at all, and he was pierced through three blood holes at the moment.

Two are on the legs, and the other is impartial, right above the "little director", and he grinned in pain.

When the director saw that his "little director" was shot by Wang Hao, he immediately roared hysterically like a crazy beast: "Damn, I'll kill you!"

Wang Hao's shoulder was hit by the director's palm, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, flying straight upside down, and smashing over a bamboo.

When the director saw that Wang Hao was shot away, he wanted to step forward and end his life.

Wang Hao endured the pain and grinned at him, revealing eight bright little white teeth.

He held the seven-colored soul chasing gun in his hand, and the black muzzle of the gun aimed at the director's fat body, and suddenly knocked the trigger.

The director was a little jealous of the strange gun in Wang Hao's hand, and flipped over in the air, like a ghost, and fled into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Wang Hao, I wrote down this account, we will come to Japan for a long time!"

Wang Hao wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, looked around cautiously, and after making sure that the director had escaped, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He gently stroked the seven-colored soul rejuvenation spear and muttered to himself, "Yes, you did a good job this time!"

Thinking of the director's Dandan just now, the scene where he was shot by himself, Wang Hao's mouth couldn't help but raise a smug smile.

Wang Hao dragged his injured body, like a lone wolf, and limped out of the bamboo forest.

There is a small restaurant on the outskirts of the city, and some workers who have left work are gathering in groups to drink, smoke, and brag.

Wang Hao walked over and asked for two bottles of beer and a plate of beef stir-fry.

The waitress was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and when she saw that Wang Hao had blood stains on her body, she asked with concern: "You are bleeding, does it matter?"

Wang Hao shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just a little injury!"

The girl saw that there was still a wound on Wang Hao's body that was bleeding, so she said, "My uncle's house has some wound medicine to stop bleeding, I'll bring it to you." Your wound is not only bloody, it will become inflamed. ”

Wang Hao smiled at her and said, "Thank you!"

The girl smiled shyly and ran in to get the hemostatic medicine.

At this moment, a bald man with a dragon and a tiger slammed the table and shouted: "Scolding the next door, what about the dishes we want, why haven't they come up yet, do you look down on my brother Biao?"

The owner of the hotel knew that this group of people were all mixed up in the road, and he couldn't afford to offend himself, so he hurriedly came out and said good things to make amends.

However, Brother Biao was very biao, so he didn't listen to his explanation at all, and kicked him to the ground.

Seeing this, the girl hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Uncle, uncle, how are you?"

After helping her uncle up, the girl widened her eyes, glared at Brother Biao, and asked angrily, "How can you beat people?"

When Brother Biao heard the music, he laughed loudly and said: "Lao Tzu is willing, he can beat whoever he wants!"

After speaking, he saw that the girl was still a little beautiful, so he hooked his hand at her and said, "Come here, accompany Brother Biao and I have two drinks!"

The other thugs followed suit, saying some foul words with colors.

The girl was frightened and trembling, and did not dare to come forward.

The owner of the hotel hurriedly stepped forward to apologize and said, "Brother Biao, you are doing well, my niece is only fifteen years old and still in school......"

Before he could finish speaking, Brother Biao spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm in his face.

"Scolding the next door, Lao Tzu just asked her to come over and drink a glass of wine with me, where did you get so much nonsense? Dare not give me Brother Biao face, believe it or not, I will let you close your broken shop in minutes?"

After saying that, he stood up with a golden knife and tried to pull the girl's arm.

"Come on, little sister, don't be afraid, as long as you serve Brother Biao and me comfortably, I will give you delicious and spicy food in the future!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his oily groping hand and tried to grab at the girl's newly developed breasts.