Miyamoto Masao and other Kyoba-ryu disciples were slightly startled when they heard this.
Then he became very angry!
"Baga! Are you despising my martial arts, which is the number one swordsmanship in the Great Japanese Empire?"
"Despicable Chinese, you deserve to be cut into pieces and not die a good death!"
"Please allow me to step forward, cut open his belly with my own hands, dig out his intestines, and throw them to the dogs!"
Countless Jingba-liu disciples issued vicious curses to Lu Fan.
Japanese people have always regarded the spirit of Bushido as more important than life. Just now Lu Fan directly said that they slandered him, and that the basic martial arts of Jingbaliu were vulgar. This was simply more serious than the crime of stealing masters he had committed before!
Ichiro Miyamoto frowned and stared at Lu Fan: "What do you mean?"
"A martial arts that is the treasure of a sect can be learned and penetrated by the opponent in three or two minutes in a battle. Then I don't think there is any need to be conservative about your martial arts. You can just write it down and engrav it on the plaque on the gate of your sect.
Wouldn't it be better if it could be read by people all over the world?"
Lu Fan said with a smile: "Do you know that even if the powerful martial arts of the Hua Kingdom are shown to you casually, without the guidance of the masters of the clan and the time of ten or thirty years to comprehend, you may not be able to even scratch the surface?
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Miyamoto Ichiro was slightly startled. He also agreed with what Lu Fan said. A person with a thousand years of basic martial arts skills would learn to fuse with his opponent in three minutes if he fought against him.
From now on, it would be better for all the disciples of their sect to stay behind closed doors and not go out. After all, as long as one person fights, his martial arts will be stolen by others, and the existence of their sect will be meaningless.
"Forget it, since you are the guest of the imperial sect master, I won't argue with you about this matter."
Ichiro Miyamoto snorted coldly: "What's more, my sect-level martial arts, which is a top-notch martial arts, can't be easily learned by a loser like you?"
As soon as these words came out, Miyamoto Masao and the others were stunned for a moment. Indeed, they have been practicing the Bagua Wind and Thunder Fist for as long as they can remember. Over the past twenty years, they have only made slight improvements.
Just done.
If it were just a few tricks, Lu Fan would have learned them.
Isn't it just like what Lu Fan said, the martial arts of the Eight-Level School in Beijing has become vulgar and vulgar, and if anyone can learn it, then what are their disciples?
"Zhengxiong, do you still want to compete with him?"
Ichiro Miyamoto looked at his chief disciple, seemingly asking, but actually encouraging him.