Focus is Xiaofeng's only evaluation of Nao Takeda. It's better not to mention his appearance, but it's no different from an ordinary Chinese old man. He has gray hair, sparse eyebrows, dense wrinkles on his face, and slightly drooping eyelids...

Concentrating his mind and energy, the spiritual platform was empty, feeling the faint breathing from outside the door, Xiaofeng couldn't help but sneer inwardly, Damn, these two old men have good quality in their hearts.

My face is not red and my heart is not beating. Damn, do you really treat me like a little lamb?

Nao Takeda did not notice anyone outside the door, nor did she see Xiaofeng's slightly raised corners of her mouth, but focused on holding her hands in the flower and performing the kung fu tea that she had been soaked in for many years.

"Please." Nao Takeda pushed the purple clay teacup in front of Akiho.

Xiaofeng was not polite either, so he picked up the quilt and drank it all.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Nao Takeda's eyes. He heard that most Chinese hermits love tea ceremony. And the way a person drinks tea can be seen how well this person is.

Obviously, Nao Takeda was skeptical of the master brought back by his second brother.

"Tsk tsk, this tea is good." Xiaofeng stumbled and praised with a long aftertaste.

Nao Takeda's eyes lit up, "Oh? What kind of tea may be tasted by sir?"

"have no idea."

"I don't know?" Takeda Naoto said in silence, with the expression on his face really exciting, "I don't know if you say it's bad?"

"No, tea leaves are all the same taste. I am not a tea maker, nor a tea seller. Of course, it is impossible to tell what kind of tea this is just by taking a sip."

"You..." Nao Takeda was so angry that he said contemptuously, "But tea culture is your traditional Chinese culture. How could you not know much as a foreigner?"

Xiaofeng disagreed and said with a sneer, "What's so strange about this? Greater China is vast and has a large population. Some of them are inherited from the culture left by their ancestors. I am just an extremely small member of the world. There are not many more people, and there are not many less people. As long as I don't touch the nation, it's enough."

"Besides, I have more traditional culture left behind in Greater China. You are a Japanese and you have only learned the basics, so don't show it out. You don't feel embarrassed, I feel shivering for you."

"Oh, Miss, Sakuragi Kwan is so brave. He dares to talk to the team leader like this? If the team leader gets angry and the two fight, where are you going to help?"

"I...I don't know." Takeda Katsuo's nervous palms were sweating, his ears were tightly pressed against the window, and his eyebrows were clotted into pimples.

Nao Takeda's face became darker and darker, and he couldn't help but look at his second brother beside him with anger. Is this a master? He doesn't even have the noble character of a hermit master at all.

"Master, don't be fooled. He is trying to anger you." Takeda Katsuaki seemed to notice Nao Takeda's dissatisfaction, and bent down and whispered.

"Yaxi!"

"Oh, I asked if I could not speak birds' songs? When I heard this, my heart thumped and wanted to hit people. I advise you not to irritate me, otherwise..." Xiaofeng looked around, "If such an ancient house is destroyed, it would be a pity."

"Baga!" Takeda Nao slapped the tea table with her palm, and the tea cups jumped up and fell down again, falling to pieces.

Puff! The purple clay tea cup that I had cherished for decades broke like this? Nao Takeda's heart was twitching. If I had known that the so-called hermit master had such a virtue, it would be better to find two disposable cups to entertain him.

"Random." Damn, I said I didn't like bird singing, and I yelled at me loudly. It was bigger than my eyes, right? Xiaofeng didn't say anything, and slapped his palm on the coffee table.

Click!

The coffee table of rosewood was shattered.

"Oh no, miss, they started fighting."

"I know, don't bother me, let me think about it." Takeda Katsuo was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pan, rubbing his palms constantly and spinning on the spot.

Nao Takeda's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he looked at the broken tea table fragments with heartache. His hair and beard were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were leaping. For a moment, even the folds on his face stretched out, as if they were spreading the anger in his heart like Xiaofeng, "Boy, I kindly invite you to visit. This is how you repay me?"

"Good intention? Old man, don't gild your face." Xiaofeng sneered repeatedly, jumped up from the seat, and stood with his hands behind his back. "The people outside have heard enough, so it's time to come out, right?"

"The person outside?" Nao Takeda was puzzled.

Suddenly.

Someone outside said lightly, "Ah!"

"Hiss..." Junko covered her head, her eyes were red and full of flushing.

"Sumko." Takeda Katsuo waved his fists, looked at the shaking window, and hurriedly pulled Junko to squat on the wall, pressing against her ears, and complained in a low voice, "You don't want to live anymore."

"I didn't mean it." Junko felt very wronged! Who told Sakuragi to suddenly say something, which caught her off guard and panic, and her head hit the window.

At this time, Nao Takeda's heart was filled with storms. No matter who was eavesdropping outside, he didn't notice it, but the young man discovered it.

What does this mean? At least it means that this young man must be better than himself in hearing.

When a master fights, it is important to have a daughter in one shot. Whoever reacts quickly will have the advantage. Among the many reactions, the sensitivity of the body accounts for one aspect, and hearing is particularly important.

Judging from the speed of the young man jumping up just now, he was also sorry.

The second brother is right, this is the master among the masters!

The only thing I can compete with is probably the skill and experience of being immersed in years of experience in fighting the enemy.

Is this really the case? Perhaps Nao Takeda is too optimistic.

"Who is outside, come in." Nao Takeda felt very wronged, stared at the door with a gloomy face and shouted loudly.

"Miss, what should I do?"

"Don't go in. You will be beaten to death when you go in." Takeda Katsuo is very familiar with his father's nature. As long as the two of them enter, he will definitely be fine. Junko will probably be unable to escape death.

Although she really wanted to go in and see Sakuragi Kwan, she hoped to stop two men who were most important to her from fighting.

"Miss, why don't you go in! Only when you go in can you stop the two of you from fighting."

"Me? No, no, no." Takeda Katsuo shook his head repeatedly, "I haven't figured out how to explain to Sakuragi Kwan."

"It's too late to think about it."

"Think about it, think about it."

After not seeing anyone in for a long time, Nao Takeda probably guessed who was outside. The warrior's dignity was not trampled on, which made him feel relieved. He didn't bother to explain and said bluntly, "Whether you believe it or not, I have not arranged anyone at all. The outside may be my daughter. I am used to being willful, so I can't control her."

"Hmph! Who knows what conspiracy you are doing? Have you Japanese been good at conspiracy? It's not once or twice, it doesn't matter. If you use any tricks, I'm afraid of everything in my life, fearing cold and heat, fearing no money or women, and I've never been afraid of little Japan." Xiaofeng also felt strange. If someone was really ambushing someone, he should have rushed in long ago. Could it be that it's his daughter as this guy said?

As this guy grows like this, his daughter probably won’t be able to see much.

"Boy, speak cleanly. Aren't you Chinese a country of etiquette? After all, I'm a few years older than you. That's how you promote the so-called etiquette?" Takeda Naoto was furious.

"Tsk, it's right to talk about etiquette. But it depends on who you are talking to. I don't think there is any need to talk to the little Japanese!"

"My mouth is smelly like a cesspool, looking for death."

Nao Takeda could no longer bear Akiho's nonsense, and his anger rushed to his forehead, throwing the words that Takeda Katsuyaki repeatedly advised him to be tolerant.

A black tiger was raising his heart and rushed straight into Xiaofeng's chest.

It is majestic and vicious. There is also a whistling sound in the air.

Xiaofeng felt a sudden sigh in his heart. With this move alone, he didn't know how much he was higher than Takeda Katsuhiro. Fuck, Japan's number one master, it was indeed not a blow.

Thinking of this in my heart, I still kept saying that, "Damn, little Japan is just despicable and shameless, and likes to secretly learn my martial arts in Greater China."

"Boy, die! I will never give up until I kill you."

"Come on, whoever is afraid of whom, as long as you have that ability."

While laughing and scolding, the two had already exchanged a move.

There was a loud bang.

The energy was full of energy, cold and biting, and the shock of Takeda Katsuya's hair was so bright that he almost stood steadily. He was in a hurry to sink his luck into the soles of his feet, and then he could barely stand firm.

Takeda Katsuo looked up at the windows that were slapped on the windowsill one by one, and her little heart was tangled into a ball. She knew her father's skills very well. As for Sakuragi's skills, although it was just a glance, she was not much weaker.

When two tigers fight, one will be hurt, and it is not what she wants to hurt anyone.

"What should I do, Junko?"

"Miss, how can I do what to do? You didn't listen if you asked you to go in early. If you go in, you might not be able to fight inside."

"Maybe, if you ask you to make an idea, you will know how to blame me. Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you." Takeda Katsuo hid in anxiety, stretched his neck from time to time, but he didn't dare to push the door and go in.

This kid is not strong enough, it is even more powerful than I am. Takeda Nao takes his hands on his back and moves his somewhat stiff wrists.

Damn, this old man is so old, why is he so strong? It should not be underestimated!

Xiaofeng was secretly lucky. Wherever the true energy went, the numbness in his legs and feet disappeared for a moment. Perhaps it was the first time that he had encountered an even opponent in a long time. Xiaofeng was so arrogant that he sneered and grinned wildly, "Old guy, you have good kung fu! If you have the ability, try to take a punch from me."

It was impolite to come but not go back, and Xiaofeng did not change his tricks. He imitated Nao Takeda just now, and used a move to hit his chest with a black tiger.

The howling sound is only stronger than before.

The powerful energy rolled up the pieces of the teapot on the ground, mixed together, and rushed towards Nao Takeda.

The same moves are a world of difference in Takeda Katsuya's eyes.

The domineering aura and courageous aura made the two brothers of Takeda change their faces.

"Master, be careful, I'll help you."

"Go aside, a mere offensive is no problem." The showdown between the strong is not only a matter of victory or defeat, but also involves dignity.

If you win with more, you won't be glorious.
Chapter completed!