At this moment, the old man standing next to several Wudang disciples flashed in his eyes and stopped them. The Ronin who had just sat down opposite heard the tense sound and stood up from the table suddenly.
He took out the long knife from his waist and clenched it with both hands, looking at a group of angry Chinese martial arts people with a mocking expression on his face.
At this time, the Japanese boy with a gloomy face raised his head, with a cold light flashing in his two slender eyes. He looked at the group of people glaring at him, raised the corner of his mouth with a sinister smile, and said in a stiff tone: "
Not convinced? See you are all dancing with guns and sticks. If you are not convinced, just go to the ring in the afternoon, no matter whether you are dead or injured. After today, I will return to the country, and I have no time to play with you! You are a bunch of trash."
As he spoke, he turned back to look at the ronin next to him and said: "They say our kung fu was passed on from here, but I have traveled through most of China for more than half a year, and I have never seen a truly strong person. Hehe
, those fancy tricks they have practiced are simply vulnerable to our Takahashi family! Hey hey hey hey." The surrounding ronin laughed loudly, followed by the mocking sounds of the surrounding ronin.
These people were actually talking in blunt Chinese, obviously trying to make the people around them understand their conversation, and their tone of voice was full of provocation and insult.
At this time, the Wan brothers lowered their eyes and were concentrating on using their martial arts to treat the injured, but the words of the Ronin were like needle pricks in the ears of the old man next to him. Suddenly, a light and a fierceness appeared in his eyes.
The true energy came out of his body, he pushed away the people around him and walked out.
A group of angry martial arts people from behind raised their heels and rushed forward. The old man raised his hands to stop everyone's impulse. He took two steps forward and stopped in front of the cold ninja. He said coldly: "You are a high-ranking ninja."
A descendant of the Qiao family, right? Hey, why did the Takahashi family come out with such an ignorant person like you! Didn't your grandpa teach you to be honest in China?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned, and the group of Japanese rogues were also stunned. Listening to the old man's words, it was obvious that he was familiar with the Takahashi family. When the cold and arrogant Japanese boy heard the words, he raised his eyebrows like two crescent moons.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Chang Xiao's eyes, and he suddenly stood up from a bench.
He stared at the old man with cold eyes like a poisonous snake for a while, then looked him up and down, and suddenly opened his mouth and asked: "Are you the internal martial arts master named Li?" There was a chill in his voice.
"Hehe, yes, my surname is Li. It seems that the ninja who came here forty years ago should be your grandfather, right?" The old man's eyes flashed and he asked sharply.
"Hehe, my name is Taro Takahashi, and it was my grandfather Takahashi who came here forty years ago. I came here this time to avenge that slap in the face! Hehe, I have traveled through most of China and still can't find him.
I didn't expect you to be right in front of me! "Jiejiejiejie." The young ninja known as the Takahashi family suddenly raised his head and let out a harsh sneer.
A look of ridicule suddenly flashed across the old man's face, then his face darkened, and he shouted sternly: "Did you do this Wudang disciple in front of you? Also, a few days ago, a young man in his twenties was killed by you.
destroyed?"
"Hehehe, yes, I have it marked on the ring: Anyone who commits a crime and competes in the ring will be killed or alive! This has been filed with your office. Hehehe, if you are not afraid of death, just come up. What? That kid a few days ago was you.
A disciple of the Li family, I wonder why the skills and characteristics my grandfather told me are so similar. I didn’t want to kill him at that time, just to see if you, an old guy, could come out?" Taro Takahashi said coldly.
"Little bastard! I'm too old to do that. Now I'm sending you, a little guy, to find trouble." The old man suddenly understood. It turned out that this kid was here to avenge his grandfather. No wonder he was so vicious to the Chinese martial arts people.
The old man's name was Li Shixun, a child of a martial arts family in the surrounding Wuyuan Mountain. Forty years ago, he was ordered by his master to travel and practice in the mountains. One day, he heard the sound of a fierce fight coming from the surrounding forest on the road.
He walked gently into the forest and saw a Shaolin disciple and a Japanese man wearing wooden clogs fighting in a clearing in the forest.
He didn't know what the other party was celebrating, so he stood under a big tree nearby and watched. This Japanese man should be Takahashi Taro's grandfather, Takahashi Mu.
I don’t know why the two people in front of me were fighting. They were fighting with all their strength. There were fists and kicks on the field, and the wind was howling. Li Shixun looked at it for a while, and a light flashed in his eyes. They were both rare martial arts masters.
, and they all have good internal skills.
The Shaolin disciple's movements were wide open and closed, and there was a fierce sound of wind when he raised his feet and punched. But the Japanese man's movements were extremely fast, and he was gone as soon as he touched them. His moves were unique, his strikes were very ruthless, and he could not leave his opponent's vital points with his moves.
, which is very different from the moves of the Central Plains martial arts, and there is a cold atmosphere in the movements.
Li Shixun frowned after watching for a while. Although the Shaolin disciple had profound skills and powerful fists and kicks, he did not take advantage of the opponent's flexible footwork and feminine kung fu. The opponent's movements were extremely flexible, and his body was very flexible.
It also exudes a cold air that makes people feel very uncomfortable. It seems that they have practiced an extremely rare feminine inner skill.
Li Shixun stood on the side and shook his head gently. Judging from the skill, the two of them should be equally matched, but judging from the feminine kung fu and the footwork that the Japanese man has practiced, he is obviously a master of light kung fu, and his breathing is long.
, obviously he hasn’t used his full strength yet. From this point of view, if Shaoli’s disciple’s physical strength is exhausted over time, he will definitely lose.
He turned his face and looked closely at the Shaolin disciple's movements, and saw that he was using his skills to counter the opponent's all-pervasive cold aura while increasing his offensive. He must have discovered his disadvantageous situation and wanted to increase his offensive to end the battle as soon as possible.
His face has begun to turn pale, and the muscles on his face are trembling slightly. This is obviously a sign of excessive exercise and insufficient power.
Sure enough, not long after, the Shaolin disciples began to show signs of defeat. Their movements seemed to be frozen by the opponent's cold aura, their movements slowed down significantly, and the power of their fists and kicks also weakened a lot. The faces of the Shaolin disciples were pale.
, he struck out with a fierce palm, took a step back, raised his hand and clasped his fist at his opponent, indicating that he lost.
At this moment, "Pah", the Japanese man suddenly raised his left arm to block the opponent's punch, a green color suddenly appeared on his cold face, and he suddenly stepped forward with the movement of his palms, right
The palm struck the Shaolin disciple's chest like lightning, and a cold breath suddenly rushed towards the opponent as the right palm was swung out.