Chapter 979: You don’t deserve to know my name!

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Bloodbath the major martial arts in Tokyo?

Step on the foot of the Japanese martial arts world?

Ye Fan's words exploded in Mei Daizi's ears like a thunder.

The language is not amazing and endless!

For a while, Mei Daizi's face faded and she was extremely surprised. She thought she had auditory hallucinations, and couldn't believe her ears.

"Master... Master, are you telling the truth?" she asked tremblingly.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Ye Fan's voice was firm, his words were like gold, and he was absolutely confident.

In a sense, he is not a person who likes to take the initiative to pick things up. He has always been adhering to the behavior of "people do not offend me, I do not offend others".

But on this trip to the country of Japan, he not only wanted to regain the Jade Seal of the Chuan Kingdom, he also had a mission on him. Xiang Lao wanted him to deter the heroes, raise the country's power, and become Wu Qingyuan in the martial arts world.

So this time, he can no longer be low-key and tolerate!

Vigorous and passionate, this is what a teenager should look like!

Ye Fan had already secretly made up his mind to step on the entire Japanese martial arts world with an invincible posture!

The next day, early in the morning.

Under the leadership of Mei Daizi, Ye Fan came to the training hall where Shendao Wunianliu was located.

Japanese swordsmanship was inherited in China.

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, the Wa country sent a large number of envoys to the Tang Dynasty to come to China to learn all aspects of knowledge. Swordsmanship spread to the Wa country. Over the years, many schools have formed.

The three most prestigious ones are Beichen Yidao Liu, Jingxin Mingzhi Liu, and Shinto Wunian Liu.

Shinto Unenryu is a school of swordsmanship founded by Fukui Heiraemon. It is said that Fukui Heiraemon suddenly realized a sword technique due to the power of God under the meditation of Wannen Juku, so he named it " Shinto has no thoughts".

Compared with the other two great swordsmanships, Shinto Wunian Liu's swordsmanship pays more attention to the practicality in fighting and overwhelming opponents in momentum. When confronting others, the power of one slash can often split the enemy into two. Wushuang.

The military training hall has also become the holy land of Japanese swordsmanship, attracting countless swordsmen.

The current lord of Shinto Wunianyu, Gengoro Amano, is also a well-known great swordsman in the country, with extraordinary strength and respectable status. It is rumored that even the imperial children have learned swordsmanship from him.

Ye Fan used him to perform surgery, just to become famous and become famous in one battle.

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The training hall dojo has a very large area, equivalent to the size of several standard football fields. Gengoro Amano sat down and had hundreds of apprentices.

Ye Fan strode into the dojo, while Mei Daizi was half behind, followed closely behind.

It was too early, there were no other people in the hall, only dozens of disciples were practicing chopping with bamboo knives.

After discovering these two "uninvited guests", someone immediately greeted us with a look of unkindness and yelled: "Stop! This is a sacred place for swordsmanship. The idlers and others are not allowed to trespass. Leave immediately, otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Ye Fan heard the words and said lightly: "I'm from China, and I'm here to hit the scene today! Let your lord Gengoro Amano, get out and see me!"

Although his voice was not loud, it was particularly harsh in the silence.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

In the next moment, everyone in the court stared at him in unison, with undisguised hostility in their eyes, all staring at him with murderous aura, as if they were going to devour him.

"Smelly boy, what are you talking about? Are you here to smash the place?"

The disciple of the dojo showed a hostile look and looked at Ye Fan up and down, then shook his head, and said with disdain: "Cut! You want to challenge the lord, right?"

"I don't know where the wild boy came from, I don't know where the sky is high and the earth is thick, pretending to be forced to come to our dojo!"

"The Sect Master is a well-known great swordsman in the country. With the strength of his old man, he can crush this guy to death with a finger!"

"Hey...From my point of view, he is just mad, and deliberately wants to come and die!"

"Boy, isn't it good to be alive? I've seen someone who does it, I haven't seen someone like that!

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For a time, many Daochang disciples in the venue sneered at Ye Fan.

At this moment, there was a low and majestic shout from the rear: "I don't practice swords well early in the morning. You are noisy, do you want to be punished?"

Hearing this voice, everyone was silent, and at the same time turned around, bowed their heads and said respectfully: "Big brother, we know we are wrong!"

The next moment, a tall figure paced out from behind.

Looking into the distance, I saw the man in his early thirties, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a black tight-fitting samurai suit. His body was burly, and his shoulders were as broad as a mountain. , You can also see the obvious outline, but it is tough and flexible.

On the other hand, he has a thick cocoon, obviously he has quite high attainments in kendo.

Even at a certain distance, he could feel the powerful aura in him.

However, the most eye-catching thing is that the sword on his waist is about three feet long. Although it is hidden in the sheath, it still reveals a fierce murderous intent. I don't know how much blood is stained, and I can faintly hear the howling of the resentful soul. .

This burly warrior sullenly scanned the audience, and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

As soon as the voice fell, a disciple stretched out his hand to Ye Fan and yelled: "Big brother, this Chinese kid just uttered a rant, saying that he is going to hit the place, and he said that he wants to let the lord get out! That's why we are so angry. of!"

"What? What's the matter?!" Hearing this, a bit of cold light flashed in the eyes of the burly warrior, like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

"boom!"

The next moment, an astonishing power erupted in his body, pressing on Ye Fan overwhelmingly, like a huge wave, about to crush Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan didn't change his face, completely ignoring the terrifying pressure, and said lightly: "Who are you?"

"I am the eldest disciple of Sect Master Amano, Taro Watanabe! Boy, are you from China?"

"Yes!" Ye Fan said proudly.

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Watanabe Taro grinned and said: "You Chinese people are the weakest. They were called the sick man of East Asia back then. They are not the opponents of our Great Japanese Empire at all! As for the Chinese warriors, they are all rubbish. Nothing! There is no need for the master to go out and let me deal with you!"

"If you're looking for death, I don't mind squeezing the ants to death!" Ye Fan said lightly, and his understatement didn't put Watanabe Taro in his eyes at all.

Such contempt completely ignited the anger in Watanabe's heart, making him feel that he was greatly humiliated.

"Huh...what a big tone! A small Chinese man dare to be presumptuous in the training hall! In that case, I will let you see the swordsmanship of the Shinto Wunianyu!"

With that, Watanabe Taro suddenly pulled the sword out of its sheath, and the blade pointed at Ye Fan.

In the kendo dojo of the country, the warriors often choose bamboo swords because they are light, flexible, and have less destructive power, which can reduce the risk factor.

Further up, it is a wooden knife, which is hard and inelastic, with greater power. If you fight with all your strength, it may cause the opponent to break their hands and feet. Therefore, when using wooden swords to compete, both parties will wear protective gear.

But now, Watanabe Taro directly drew the sword forged from stainless steel, cutting the iron like mud, and piercing the gold and cracked stone.

He obviously had a murderous intention, and wanted Ye Fan's blood to be splashed on the spot, and his life was lost.

This is the training hall. Even if a Chinese warrior dies, the Japanese officials will not pursue it, but will help conceal it.

For a while, the atmosphere in the arena was tense and tense, and a big battle was about to break out.

Seeing this scene, other disciples also fanned the flames and said:

"Come on, big brother, give this Huaxia boy a bit of color and see if he dare to be arrogant anymore!"

"Hehe...Chinese Kungfu is all rubbish, it's no match for the Japanese swordsmanship!"

"It's too cheap to kill him directly, so I just cut off his hands and feet and let him live in pain for the rest of his life!"

Hearing these words, Watanabe Taro's face showed a hint of cruelty, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was already holding the winning ticket. He looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and said arrogantly: "Shina boy, my man, don't kill the unknown. Report your name!"

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered and said lightly: "You don't deserve to know my name!"