The spiritual pressure suddenly burst out from Kimura Kazuma was pressing towards He Muyang like a mountain, so he could not breathe. The heavy spiritual pressure squeeze made He Muyang sweat involuntarily.

Working hard to stabilize his body and feel the pressure of the spiritual pressure on his body, He Muyang was shocked in his heart. Although he had already overestimated this old man, Kazuma Kimura had never been a good person and always looked vulgar. He Muyang could not connect him with such a powerful and scumbag-like person. Who knew that the real strength that burst out was so amazing.

Is this a person not to behave like a person? Who knows that this old man is so powerful, and the oppression of all-round spiritual pressure is like the kind of oppression in the deep sea. Just feeling his spiritual pressure, you feel that you will definitely lose. You can't raise any fighting spirit at all. It's so terrible that it's like a monster.

"Boy, why don't you talk anymore? Try to attack and take a look."

"Damn old man, so arrogant!" Now that I attacked, I guess the terrifying spiritual pressure alone could shake me to death.

"If you don't come, I'm going to go." As he said that, Kimura Kazuma walked towards He Muyang.

He was so slow and slowly approaching He Muyang step by step, but putting He Muyang under tremendous pressure. Every step closer, the oppression felt by He Muyang would double.

When Kimura Kazuma stood only one meter in front of him, He Muyang could hardly stand. Sweat flowed down He Muyang's cheeks, as if he could hear the squeaking sound of his bones. The releasing spiritual pressure hit He Muyang, making him almost faint. If it weren't for the self-esteem that supported him, he would probably have been unable to hold on.

"Boy, although the Killing White-Leaving Ghost is the four major combat skills of the God of Death, in addition to these, there is one thing that is the most basic thing in combat, that is, spiritual pressure!! Whether it is the God of Death, Xu, Miser Miser, or something else, spiritual pressure is always the most basic thing."

"Just now, no matter how good your slaying technique is, I just rely on my spiritual pressure to make you have no power to fight back. Not to mention attacking, just standing still consumes all your strength."

"The spiritual pressure is different from other things, and it is almost impossible to enhance through practice. It is different from the slashing technique, white strike, instant step, and ghost path. The nobles have inherently powerful spiritual pressure and proud talents, while ordinary people are different. They can slowly increase their spiritual power through physical training, so I still let you persist in daily exercise until now, so at least it can increase your spiritual pressure a little."

"So, boy, don't think you are very good now. Compared with those nobles, you are at a disadvantage. If you want to become stronger, you need to work harder. Don't be complacent. In the eyes of real experts, you are at most a child who is just good at walking."

A child who just knows how to walk????

Kimura Kazuma's words echoed in He Muyang's mind, deeply stimulating the arrogant self-esteem of the otaku.

"ah!"

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"What is this place, it feels so familiar."

Bright sunshine, green grasslands, lush forests, and the faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

"You are finally here, you are really an incompetent master!" Sarcastic words came from behind He Muyang.

"Damn! I said that everyone likes to talk behind people's backs? They are still walking silently." He Muyang complained helplessly.

"Hehe~~" He chuckled, ignored He Muyang's dissatisfaction, and came to He Muyang lightly, looked up and down for a while, then he said lightly: "Hey, he is really incompetent. It's been more than ten years, and he has grown to this level! Really, why are you so stupid!"

Seeing the guy in front of him look up and down for a long time, then expressed deep disdain for his efforts over the past decade, the blue veins on He Muyang's forehead swelled.

Seeing He Muyang's unhappy look, the green-haired man said casually: "Hey, I have nothing else to mean, I just look down on you."

"I'm going to kill you!" He Muyang, who was injured in his self-esteem, said angrily.

"Oh, what's my name? I can't remember it." A voice from Yanbian came, and He Muyang immediately stopped and looked at the green-haired man pitifully.

"No, please, you must remember."

A gentle smile: "I'm teasing you!"

He gently shook the paper fan, bringing a breeze, blew up the green hair and collar. After carefully looking at He Muyang for a long time, the green hair man shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this reaction, He Muyang asked uneasily.

"Your strength is still a little bit short!"

"Nani??? You must be teasing me!" He Muyang was immediately uneasy when he heard Zanpakura's answer. Kazuma Kimura said that his strength is between the captain and the deputy captain, and this cannot meet the standard of initial solution? What a joke!!

The green-haired man lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and the expression on his face kept changing. After a while, he raised his head and looked at He Muyang.

"Let's just do it for now."

"What did you say? The sound was too small and I couldn't hear it clearly."

"Nothing." As he said that, he looked at He Muyang again. He Muyang was a little uneasy when he saw him. This guy looks so... so handsome, it's not gay, right? Although it's my Zanpakura, it's not clear.

No, isn't it said that the Zanpakura is the embodiment of the desire deep in the master's heart? Then am I actually gay? How is that possible! Then what is he doing? That strange look.

"Hey, I said......"

"What?"

"Just call me Zixiao."

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"Is this your name?" Why is this so mom!! He Muyang secretly complained.

"Yes, just call that."

"Well, what does it mean to 'just call that'? Why does it feel a little wrong?" He Muyang said suspiciously.

"I'm talking nonsense, just call that." Zixiao (let's call that for now) said dissatisfied.

"By the way," the boy from up and down carefully looked at his Zanpakura, "Do you have no purple on your body? Why is it called Zixiao? It's so strange. Are you really not lying to me??"

"Why didn't it? I'm wearing purple inner armor, okay?"

"Purple inner armor?!" He heard this answer, He Muyang was immediately burned by the inside and outside. How strange is this guy!

"You are indeed a ** guy!" After saying that, He Muyang looked at him with disbelief, with a look of disgust.

"Aren't you going back yet? It seems that your situation is a bit bad."

Hearing Zixiao's words, He Muyang suddenly woke up. He seemed to be bullied by that dead old man. Thinking of this, He Muyang hurriedly asked, "How can I return to reality?"

"You have to ask yourself, this is your world."

Hearing Zixiao's answer, He Muyang slowly withdrew his consciousness from his inner world, and before leaving, he did not forget to give Zixiao a '**' look.

"Hey, it's still too weak. When will I be able to liberate my true power?" A faint voice sounded in He Muyang's inner world.

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The body of the turbulent spiritual pressure crushed He Muyang, Kimura Kazuma stood in front of him, only one step away.

"Hey, old man, why are you getting so close?"

"Huh?" Seeing He Muyang in a moment of trance, he suddenly felt that he had undergone some complete transformation. Kimura Kazuma was secretly calling Qi.

"Old man, I'm not a child who just left!" He Muyang placed the Zanpakura flat on his chest.

"Is that?" Seeing He Muyang's actions, Kazuma Kimura seemed to have guessed something, and his face was full of surprise.
Chapter completed!