"As long as we've agreed, how can you hurt someone twice?"
The person who spoke was not Ichiro Miyamoto, but his chief disciple, Masao Miyamoto.
He stared at Lu Fan angrily and wanted to take action, but was suppressed by Lu Fan's momentum. He could only stand aside and yelled in very poor Chinese.
Lu Fan glanced at him and threw the Japanese man to the ground with his backhand.
The Japanese man fell next to his junior brother and tried to get up from the ground in humiliation, but Masao Miyamoto raised his hand to stop him:
"You have been hiding your strength and want to secretly learn the martial arts of our Beijing Bashi."
Miyamoto Masao's eyes were like knives scratching Lu Fan's body: "Chinese people are really despicable, sinister and cunning, and they are not worthy of competing with the warriors of my Great Japanese Empire!"
His voice was so loud that thousands of people present could hear him clearly.
"Learn martial arts secretly?"
These top eight disciples in Japan were all filled with righteous indignation.
"The Chinese are despicable and shameless. They can even do such things as secretly learning martial arts in broad daylight. They are indeed a despicable nation!"
"How could the martial arts of our Great Japanese Empire be stolen by such a person? Please take action to kill this person, lest our eighth-rate martial arts in Beijing be leaked to China and be laughed at by the Japanese martial arts!"
Miyamoto Ichiro frowned and looked at Lu Fan, as if he had just realized why his two disciples suddenly lost.
Suddenly, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes:
"idiot!"
"Chinese, how dare you betray my trust in you and secretly learn my Japanese martial arts under the pretext of competition!"
Martial arts sects have always regarded inheritance with great caution.
Especially the leakage of martial arts is a top priority for a martial arts sect!
Although these martial arts themselves originated from China.
But it has always been the basic kung fu of his Kyoto-ryu, and it can even be said that the subsequent martial arts of Kyo-ba-ryu can only develop and grow based on this.
Now I see that Lu Fan is blatantly secretly learning the martial arts from his eighth-rate Beijing class in front of everyone.
Ichiro Miyamoto stared at Lu Fan coldly: "I, the Kyoto Bashiliu, treat you as a distinguished guest, but you do such a despicable thing. Ozen, this is the guest you invited back, how are you going to deal with it?"
Qianyu Yuqian frowned slightly. She did not expect that Lu Fan's stealing of the master would be discovered so quickly, and that it would come from Masao Miyamoto's mouth.
It would be fine if it were an ordinary person. Masao Miyamoto, as the chief disciple of Ichiro Miyamoto, is an extremely extreme person like his master. He regards the revival of Japanese martial arts as his lifelong wish, and in their hearts, they have a natural enemy.
That is China!
This anger has existed in their hearts for a long time.
I finally caught Lu Fan's opportunity to steal his master today, so naturally I won't let it go easily.
Moreover, Ichiro Miyamoto had always disagreed with her plan to let Lu Fan leave Japan after letting him try the medicine.
But this time Lu Fan was directly hit by the gun. If she didn't stand up and speak for Lu Fan, she believed that Lu Fan would be torn into pieces by thousands of people within a second.
"Lu Fan, are you really secretly learning my martial arts from Beijing's eighth-rate class?"
Qianyu Yuqian looked at Lu Fan and secretly gave him a look, hoping that he would understand what she meant.
Lu Fan naturally understood that in the current situation, if he really admitted it in public, it would be no different from committing suicide.
"I secretly learned your martial arts."
Under the shocked gaze of Qian Yu Yuqian, Lu Fan said calmly: "But if you can learn the martial arts of the eighth-rate Beijing class in a few seconds, it is really vulgar. There is no need to learn it secretly."
