King Shengye was about forties and looked very humble, nodding from time to time to show his head to the people around him.

It is hard to say about Prince Shinichi beside him. His slightly raised mouth and high head all illustrate his inner arrogance.

When the two of them came to the crowd, a nearby servant immediately brought the brocade bench to let the two sit down.

Looking at the lonely Yuantang Sheng on the roof, Shengyewang said in surprise: "Why is there only Yuantang Sword Saint? Haven't the challenger from China come yet?"

"The King of the Meeting," someone said immediately: "Duan Fei only proposed the Purple Golden Top of the Moon Night, but did not mention the specific time. The Sword Saint of Yuantang respected his opponent, so he came here in advance. But it was obvious that Duan Fei was not a believer, and he deliberately delayed it to this day, either afraid of death or wanted to use despicable means."

"A despicable means?"

Prince Shinichi was interested and said, "What method?"

"It's just that I'm not here on purpose, which makes the opponent anxious and irritable, and then I'll take action in one fell swoop and defeat the opponent." The man continued.

"It's really a despicable thing!"

Prince Shinichi sneered: "Are all Chinese people like this?"

"Although not everyone is like this, Duan Fei must think so." Another chuckled.

Suddenly, there was a burst of echoes around them. After all, they had been waiting for two or three hours, and they were really annoyed.

"No, you were wrong!"

Suddenly a voice came, and a clear and pleasant voice was a female voice: "Brother Duan was just waiting for the moon to rise, after all, he said that the moon was bright night. So it wasn't him that he was late, it was you that he had come early."

Everyone looked in the voice and the person who was talking was a beautiful woman with great looks, looking at them with a righteous look.

Prince Shinichi's eyes lit up and he immediately stood up and said, "This beauty, I am Shinichi, the prince of Japan. What is your name called?"

Miao Miaocai was in the mood to pay attention to him and continued, "I just called Brother Duan, and he said he would come here."

Seeing that his kindness had not received a response, Shinichi's face darkened: "Here's coming? It's so rude that my father was waiting here!"

"Please forgive me, the king. It is the rule that we Chinese do not wait for Japan. We will definitely not be able to do so next time!" Wang Zhibin said hurriedly.

"What did you say?"

Miao Miao glared at Wang Zhibin angrily, dissatisfied with this guy's words.

Although Duan Lin and Lai Jingyi were unsure, they also glanced at Wang Zhibin fiercely, feeling that this guy was really boneless.

Prince Shinichi laughed: "There is another time? I don't think he will dare to come this time!"

Someone around him immediately agreed: "I think so too. This is the Sword Saint of Yuantang. If Duan Fei has a little bit of his mind, he will not come to die!"

"Haha, it was the same as what I expected at the beginning. This time I came here just to admire the majesty of the Sword Saint. I had no hope for a decisive battle."

"It's time for you to come yet. I think Duan Fei must have taken the opportunity to escape. Aren't Chinese people always so shameless?"

...

Although most of the people who speak are from consortiums or political figures, although those masters do not say anything, the disdain in their eyes is still very obvious.

"you……"

Miao Miao was so angry that she trembled all over but could do nothing about it.

Seeing that his statement was supported, Prince Shinichi was even more proud. He looked at Miao Miao and said, "Miss, I can be 100% sure you were deceived by Duan Fei. Do you want to make a bet?"

Miao Miao ignored him and just looked at the roof of the Rising Sun Palace.

But there was a traitor next to him to avoid the discomfort: "Your Highness, what bet do you want to make?"

"If Duan Fei dares to come, I will admit that Duan Fei is a master. If he doesn't dare to come, let this lady have dinner with me!" When he said this, Prince Zhenyi looked at Miao Miao lustfully, and his saliva was almost coming out.

King Shengye didn't care when he saw his son's performance. As he thought, as the king, his son's lust was nothing, not to mention that he was a Chinese woman. His son would help him deal with it after playing for a few days, just not leaving any tricks.

"Miss Miao Miao, the prince is making a bet with you, please agree quickly!"

Kenichiro today is not afraid of big things, so he deliberately treats Miao Miaodao.

Miao Miao just stared at the roof, as if she hadn't heard it.

Prince Shinichi sneered, "I'm still looking forward to Duan Fei coming? Don't worry, with his courage, if I dare to come, I Shinichi..."

"Here you come!"

Suddenly, Miao Miao's words interrupted Zhenyi's unrestrained remarks.

What's coming?

Everyone looked at Miao Miao for no reason and saw a whirlwind suddenly appearing on the roof of the Rising Sun Palace.

The strange whirlwind instantly came from small to large, and a loud bang, blew the roof tiles buzzing!

Yuandokasaki, the opposite side, was originally closing his eyes to rest, and ignored everything outside the world. Even the Holy King and Prince Shinichi ignored it, but now their eyes suddenly opened and they stared at the whirlwind opposite!

Bang!

With a roar, the whirlwind suddenly stopped, and a figure appeared in the center of the whirlwind, which was in the middle of the roof, facing Yuando Sheng from afar!

"Brother Duan!"

Miao Miao jumped up in surprise.

The others were also stunned. No one expected Duan Fei's appearance to be so imposing!

Prince Shinichi, who was already arrogant, felt a burning face in an instant and coughed quickly to hide his embarrassment.

The others were similar, especially those who were swearing that Duan Fei would not come, all of them were looking around.

Duan Lin and Lai Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief, but they were worried again.

Kenichiro of today was first lost and happy, hoping that Gendo would kill Duan Fei with one knife.

Hearing Miao Miao's voice below, Duan Fei smiled at her, and then looked at Yuan Tangsheng opposite him: "Oddian Sword Saint?"

Yuan Tangsheng also looked at Duan Fei: "Boy from China?"

Although he was not polite, Duan Fei didn't care and smiled and said, "Yes, you ask me for a decisive battle and I'll come."

"You're too late!"

Yuandosheng shook his neck: "It's not very polite to ask the old man to wait for you for a long time."

"You're coming early," Duan Fei snapped his fingers and the champion blade flew into his hand, looking extremely chic: "Not at all the reserve of the old man."

Yuan Tangsheng also didn't care about Duan Fei's teasing, and smiled and said, "I'm happy to see the hunting, but I'm happy to see the hunting."

Zheng!

Amid the crisp sound of the knife, a long sword like autumn water appeared in Yuantangsheng's hand, and the air rippled as the blade swayed.

"The sword is known as Shui Yuntian, three feet long. I have followed me for 38 years and killed 213 enemies!" Yuan Tangsheng smiled with satisfaction, touching the long sword in his hand.

"The champion blade is four feet and two minutes long and weighs seventy-six kilograms. It has been less than a year since I followed me, and I have no choice but to kill anyone." Duan Fei also smiled.

"Hey, this kind of knife will not be in vain for Shui Yuntian's identity!"

While speaking, Yuando Sheng held the knife in both hands and posed for a slash.

"Then we have to see if your Shui Yuntian can be matched with the championship blade!" Duan Fei casually put a knife flower on the championship blade.

Yuantangsheng didn't continue to speak, and he slashed out with one sword!

The decisive battle finally began!
Chapter completed!