Miyamoto Masao and other Kyoba-ryu disciples were slightly stunned 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 thousands of 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 an 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 might as well just write it down and engrav it on the plaque at the gate of your sect.
Wouldn't it be better if it could be read by everyone in the world?"
Lu Fan said with a smile: "Do you know that even if the powerful martial arts of the Chinese nation are shown to you, 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 do they mean to their disciples?
"Zhengxiong, do you still want to compete with him?"
Ichiro Miyamoto looked at his chief disciple, seemingly asking, but actually encouraging him.
Masao Miyamoto looked at Lu Fan with some fear, but in front of thousands of his master's disciples, he clenched his fists and whispered: "Then I will teach this despicable Chinese man a lesson on behalf of my two junior brothers.
What does it mean that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!"
"Roar!"
Miyamoto Masao was like an angry lion, clenching his fists and pounced directly on Lu Fan.
One punch, one punch, thrown out directly without leaving any spare hand, causing Lu Fan to dodge repeatedly.
This seemingly unorganized giant fist made Lu Fan feel a stronger attack than the Bagua Wind and Thunder Fist.
Moreover, he also has a vague aura of domineering that destroys all evil laws.
It seems to be more spiritual than Bagua Feng Lei Fist.
However, since their true intention has been discovered by them, there is no need to continue to learn this trick secretly despite the anger of so many people.
Moreover, he felt that they simply did not understand the true meaning of Bagua Feng Lei Fist.
This is a Fist of Heavenly Evolution born from the Four Symbols.
As long as you understand this boxing, all other boxing techniques in the world will seem a bit insignificant.