This is the lost ancient martial arts of China. When faced with the new talents of Chinese martial arts, I ask you nakedly: Do you also want to learn?
It's like someone took something from your house and asked you in front of you, do you still want to go back?
However, Lu Fan also felt helpless. After all, this was something that the Chinese people had thrown away, and it was picked up by the Japanese people. Now they are watching the decline of the Chinese martial arts, which is considered to be their own fault, and they cannot blame others.
"There's no need to learn. I want to compare notes with you to see whether the lost ancient martial arts is stronger, or the martial arts learned by us latecomers, which is better."
From the moment Lu Fan entered the room, he could feel the provocation of Miyamoto's man.
If he doesn't fulfill his wish today, I'm afraid he won't be able to do anything.
Moreover, he also has his own ideas.
"Mr. Lu..."
Qianyu Yuqian wanted to stop it.
"Okay, I accept your challenge."
The Miyamoto man smiled coldly: "In our Japanese Empire, we will always treat opponents who dare to truly challenge the strong."
"And I won't bully the small."
"I will not bully you personally until you fully recover."
"This is an insult to my Japanese Empire swordsmanship."
He looked at Lu Fan with provocative eyes: "I will let several of my apprentices fight with you. They will not use your Chinese energy and internal strength, but will only compete with simple martial arts moves and basic skills. If you can win
These three disciples of mine, how about I agree to your request to try the medicine?"
really.
Lu Fan glanced at Qianyu Yuqian and saw that this man was really trying to stop her from trying the medicine.
"Mr. Miyamoto is the current number one swordsman of our Kyoba-ryu. Even me, the sect leader, wants to listen to what he says. Originally, I wanted to persuade him not to have a dispute with you, but I didn't expect that Lu
Sir, you..."
Qianyu Yuqian's voice was full of apologies, and she also blamed Lu Fan for why he took the initiative to ask for a sparring match when he knew the other party was not a good person.
This completely causes the situation to develop in a worse direction.
"I think if I don't compete with Mr. Miyamoto's apprentice today, there is no need to mention the matter of testing the medicine again."
Lu Fan drank a cup of tea and stood up slowly: "Is your apprentice here? Finish it quickly, I'm in a hurry."
The news of Lu Fan's arrival has already spread throughout the entire Jingbaliu sect's garrison.
Thousands of Beijing-level disciples from the sect's headquarters had gathered around the main hall early. They poked their heads out at every corner of the streets, looking towards the main gate of the main hall.
Until they saw Lu Fan walking out first, followed closely by Miyamoto Ichiro, and Qian Yu Yuqian, they all ran out from the corner, stood in the square of the main hall, and knelt down in unison: "Master, Master!"
Qianyu Yuqian stepped forward without speaking.
Ichiro Miyamoto nodded slightly and looked proud: "The person standing next to me is the one who won the Shenglong Bang Ancient Martial Arts Competition in Hangzhou, China not long ago."
"I brought him here today just to give you a chance."
"An opportunity to challenge the young masters of Chinese martial arts and prove your own strength!"
"Now, burst out your passion for swordsmanship!"
"Let me see your fanaticism, defeat this Chinese with your own hands, and let the world see the power of the sword in our great Japanese empire!"