In fact, when he entered the door, Bai Jiaxuan saw wreaths outside the door and entered the courtyard, where there were more wreaths and various mourning things.

But as soon as the three of them entered, they felt something was wrong.

Because there were a group of little Japanese men in kimonos inside, the group was straight and with samurai swords on their waists. Nearly twenty people stood in front of the mourning hall and divided into two rows.

One of the leading middle-aged men held a few incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the mourning hall. They did not kneel down and bowed slightly to the coffin.

This middle-aged man was clearly here to worship, but his eyes were full of fierce aura and he looked like he was showing off.

The disciples of Jingwu Sect who were dressed in mourning around the mourning hall gritted their teeth and wanted to drive away these little Japanese men, but were stopped by a middle-aged man.

After bowing, the middle-aged young Japanese silencer slowly shook his head and shouted at the disciples of the Jingwu Sect around the mourning hall as if provocative.

"Huo Yuanjia is vulnerable. Huo Yuanjia promised me at that time that if he loses, he will disband the Jingwu Sect. Now that he loses, you should keep your promise. If you don't want to disband, then accept the plaque I gave you. From now on, I will hang this plaque!"

As the middle-aged man said, the two little Japanese below carried a plaque covered with black cloth. When the middle-aged man blocked the cloth with his hands, he revealed the true appearance under the plaque.

"Sick Man in East Asia"!

The four words on the plaque made the disciples of the Jingwu Sect around him so angry that they could not help themselves. A young man with a little hero cursed.

"Little Wozi, my ancestors, I'll fight for you!"

The young man shouted and wanted to rush out. A middle-aged man in the crowd hugged his waist and prayed loudly.

"Tingen, don't be impulsive, don't be fooled by the little Japanese. Let's get your father's funeral first!"

When the young man heard the persuasion of the middle-aged man behind him, he finally calmed down a little, but his eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the little Japanese!

Other disciples of the Jingwu Sect were all filled with bloodshot eyes and wanted to rush up to the death, but everyone pulled out half of the samurai swords, which was obviously provocative, so they were waiting for them to take action!

When the middle-aged Japanese sect saw that the Jingwu Sect did not dare to take action, he laughed arrogantly and continued to provoke.

"You Chinese are the sick husbands of East Asia. Huo Yuanjia is vulnerable. You are even more useless. I think you should replace the Jingwu Sect at the door with the plaque of the sick husbands of East Asia, so that everyone knows that you Chinese are all the sick husbands of East Asia, hahaha!!!"

This scene also made Bai Jiaxuan and the other two who had just entered the door see it. The expression on Bai Jiaxuan's face gradually became cold. Lu San and Zheng Mang behind him were discriminated against for the first time, and that kind of anger penetrated into the bones.

Although they are not disciples of the Jingwu Sect, they are also Chinese. The first time they heard the little Japanese insult the Chinese, they clenched their fists tightly, their eyes bulged, and they looked like they were trying their best!

Bai Jiaxuan probably guessed which movie of Jingwu Sect was integrated into the world, but he couldn't wait for Chen Zhen to show his power. Today he didn't move his muscles and bones, so he couldn't overcome that hurdle in his heart!

Bai Jiaxuan walked towards the mourning hall with a burlap bag on his back!

Just as the atmosphere was depressing and about to explode, Bai Jiaxuan and the other two suddenly inserted into it, and there was always a feeling of incongruity. After all, the three of them were dressed like begging.

As soon as Bai Jiaxuan approached the mourning hall, everyone noticed Bai Jiaxuan and others who suddenly appeared.

The disciples of Jingwu Sect were about to speak out, but the little Japanese outside the mourning hall had already stopped Bai Jiaxuan and others.

A group of little Japanese men raised their samurai swords and scolded them viciously.

"Who, get out!"

Bai Jiaxuan was straight, carrying a burlap bag on his back, with a cold and calm expression, and just shouted casually in his mouth.

"Where do we get the wild dog? Oh, it turns out that it is a Japanese dog. If you are a dog, you must be a dog. Don't block the way. I'll bring incense to Huo Daxia!"

Bai Jiaxuan's words were like a rock that shocked the sky, pushing the depressed atmosphere into a situation that no one could imagine. The scene was terriblely quiet for a moment.

Not only the little Japanese were stunned for the moment, but the disciples of Jingwu Sect even opened their mouths and looked at the three dirty farmers coming in from the yard in shock!

However, this atmosphere before the storm came obviously shattered in less than a second.

The little Japanese men all pulled out their samurai swords. Without saying a word, they looked like they were fucking expressions and slashed at Bai Jiaxuan fiercely.

Bai Jiaxuan also took action the moment the other party drew his sword. No matter how powerful his verbal skills are, he cannot be invulnerable to swords and guns. He can only start first.

Bai Jiaxuan's first punch hit the heart of the person who stepped forward, but at that moment, Bai Jiaxuan suddenly thought that he could not kill here, as that would only harm all the disciples of the Jingwu Sect.

So in the fire and electricity grid, Bai Jiaxuan's fist was facing up a little, and only the arm holding a samurai sword was heard shattering with a click. Then Bai Jiaxuan used his fists and feet, and instantly dealt with the four people in front of him with a speed that ordinary people could not understand.

After all, Bai Jiaxuan is not as powerful as the mythical world in this world. After four people are dealt with, the other little Japanese have already drawn out their samurai swords, and the screams and the sounds of drawing their swords are mixed together, which is a happy scene.

At this time, the burlap bag on Bai Jiaxuan's back also fell to the ground. He didn't care about the bag. He pulled one person as a shield to block the three slashes on the left and right. Then he grabbed the man's hand and twisted it. The other party screamed, his arm was broken, and the samurai sword had already reached Bai Jiaxuan's hand.

With a knife in hand, Bai Jiaxuan's knife was not as big as the little Japanese, but was tricky in swordsmanship, just like the provocation in ancient swordsmanship.

Bai Jiaxuan used indeed a sword technique in ancient times. In ancient times, sword technique has reached its peak for thousands of years. The reason why the sword in the battlefield was later replaced by a sword was because it was much easier to learn sword than to learn swords.

The Qin sword during the Qin Dynasty was a common weapon on the battlefield. The Qin sword was much longer than the swords of later generations, and the focus was on stabbing. A true swordsman could stab four enemies around him in one second, and his moves were all crucial.

But Bai Jiaxuan didn't make a desperate move. This was the territory of Jingwu Sect. His knife was just at the joint of the other party's arm, and he could break the other party's tendons with one stroke.

The tendons of his hands were broken and blood was flowing. Everyone fell down with their hands covering their hands or retreated to the side. The team of more than a dozen Japanese men was solved by Bai Jiaxuan in less than a minute. In the end, all four of them retreated behind the middle-aged man in the mourning hall.

The middle-aged man no longer had any provocative eyes at this moment. His legs took a slight eight-character step, his palms tightly grasped the handle of the knife, his eyes were like lightning, staring at Bai Jiaxuan's movements, making a move that he wanted to draw the sword.

Bai Jiaxuan dealt with these people and looked at the bloody blade with some disgust. Seeing the middle-aged man in the mourning hall, he glanced at him disdainfully and walked slowly towards the mourning hall.

The middle-aged Japanese monk was extremely nervous at this moment, his hands trembled slightly, his spirit was tense. With his intuition, he didn't think he could defeat this dark guy in front of him.

Bai Jiaxuan was three meters away from the other party, and then stopped, his tone was unquestionable, and he shouted coldly.

"If you look at me with that look again, I will make you unable to touch the knife in your life. If you don't believe that you can try to draw the knife!"

The middle-aged Japanese girl only felt sweat on her forehead, and felt that her hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she could not pull out the handle of the knife.

The middle-aged man could no longer think at this moment. Perhaps Bai Jiaxuan's threatening words just now had a role, and his eyes subconsciously moved a little away from Bai Jiaxuan.
Chapter completed!