“Yes, Master Teacher.”

The swordsman in black bent over to Fujido Masato and left the room.

Fujido Masato put down the invitation, slowly moved his eyes and looked around, sweeping across everyone's faces: "Everyone, what do you think about this?"

Everyone present was the core master of Shinto Wunianliu. His reputation may not be as good as that of the dead Saito Yujuro, but his swordsmanship is not weak at all.

"Master Teacher, Yujuro just died, Beichen Yidao Liu and Jingxin Akizhiru proposed to hold a leading meeting at this time. They were obviously bad-willed and were very likely to be for us. After all, we are their direct competitors."

A middle-aged man with a tall figure and narrow face spoke first. He had two long and short skulls inserted between his waist, his hands were wrapped in bandages, and a cold breath radiated from his whole body: "However, we must go to this dragon meeting. Tokyo is currently in a turbulent autumn, so we should show our strength and regain our reputation."

"Haguchi is right."

Another strong man with sharp eyes also agreed and decisively said: "In the past, Saito was led by Saito, but now Saito is dead, you can only come forward by the Master Teacher. I am willing to accompany the Master Teacher and serve as the pioneer to fight first, even if you have enough blood for this, you will do whatever you want!"

"It's so stupid that we kill each other before the culprit is eliminated."

Fujido Masato sighed, his originally curved back slowly straightened, and his huge momentum rose from his body. The old voice echoed in the room, as if he was fighting with gold and iron: "Well, at this dragon head meeting, let others see Shinto Wunianliu's swordsmanship again, so that they know that Shinto Wunianliu's Wunianliu's Shun is not only Saito Yujuro!"

Tokyo, Chuo District.

This is the most prosperous area in the entire Tokyo capital and the location of the Beichen Yidaoliu General Dojo.

As one of the three major schools of Fusang Jiandao, Beichen Yidao is more grand than Shinto Wumianliu and Mirror Mingzhiliu. Its area is as big as a basketball court, divided into three floors, middle and lower. It is a Tang-style building with Fusang style. It is unique among the many high-rise buildings and is very eye-catching.

At this time, at the top of the dojo, a middle-aged man in a suit and slender body was standing next to the glass guardrail, looking at the disciples and students who were practicing sword skills below.

This middle-aged man is about forty years old, nearly 1.8 meters tall, thick eyebrows, wide mouth, bright eyes, black head, casually scattered on his shoulders, looking like smooth silk, and a dark red sheathed sword in his hand. His not very strong body exudes the demeanor of Yuanli Yuezhi.

Behind the middle-aged man, two young men in their twenties stood, one man and one woman, one man. The man was tall and burly, half a head taller than the middle-aged man and a circle larger in size, while the woman was petite, exquisite, round and smooth, and her eyebrows were quite similar to those of the middle-aged man.

"Master, Saito Yujuro was killed last night. Is this news true?" The young man hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Why, don't you believe it?"

The middle-aged man asked quietly without looking back.

"I really can't imagine what kind of person he could kill Saito Yujuro, and under the siege, in front of so many people." The young man looked incredible.

"This world is very big, and there are many people with power across the river. Although we are the one who is in Fusang with one sword in Beichen, Fusang is just an island country, and it is nothing to be said outside."

The middle-aged man frowned and said in a low tone: "Of courses of those who died last night, at least two of them were stronger than Saito Yuru. They were all dead, so how could Saito Yuru be exceptional?"

"There are two more people stronger than Saito Yujuro?"

The young man was stunned, his eyes suddenly widened: "Master, Saito Yujuro is the top sword master who has received the title of Xu Jizhi."

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man from the corner of his eyes: "Have you heard of the Zodiac?"

The young man shook his head: "No."

"Where are the seven deadly sins?"

The young man said embarrassedly: "No, either."

"The Zodiac is a transnational criminal group with headquarters in Europe. The Palace of the Hokkien is just its branch; the Seven Deadly Sins is a killer organization, famous in the underground world, and its influence and strength are stronger than the Palace of the Hokkien. Among the people who died last night, these two account for the majority."

The middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds and said slowly: "Zongwu, you are very talented in swordsmanship, so I accepted you as my disciple, but it is not possible to work behind closed doors. You must go out and take a walk often to see the world. You cannot conceal the island country and observe the sky in a well."

The young man nodded vigorously: "I understand, master."

At this moment, the young girl interrupted, "Dad, is that Yanhuang man named Pojun, so powerful? I heard that he killed most of the people who attended the banquet last night with his own strength."

Instead of directly answering the young girl’s questions, the middle-aged man raised another seemingly unrelated question: “How much do you know about the Yanhuang martial arts world?”

Two young men and women looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"Yanhuang is the origin of many martial arts, with a profound foundation and a large number of strong people. According to their strength, they divided the martial arts realm into five levels: the bright and dark elixir."

The middle-aged man seemed to remember the past, and a trace of recollection appeared in his eyes: "Twenty years ago, I went to Yanhuang with many young masters, including Saito Yujuro. It was that trip that made me truly realize the power of Yanhuang's martial arts world and made me realize that I have always been a frog in the well."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man smiled, turned to face the two of them, raised his left hand, spread his five fingers, stretched and flicked, and his palms instantly turned blue-black, and his neatly trimmed nails flashed with cold light, like sharp files.

"For twenty years, I have practiced Fusang sword skills and Yanhuang martial arts. Today, I have finally achieved something. Looking at Fusang, no one is my opponent. However, due to my talent, I can only practice to the peak of Dark Power, and I can't take that crucial step in the end." The middle-aged man said regretfully.

The young girl stretched out her hand curiously and touched the back of the middle-aged man's hand. The tentacles were cold and hard, not like human flesh and blood, but more like some kind of metal.
Chapter completed!