The door was slowly pushed open, and a tall young man with short hair wearing a Chinese gray robe stood quietly at the door, looking at Liu Lang calmly.
Beside him, standing on one left and one on the right, were three people who were also wearing Chinese-style cardigans most commonly worn by ordinary people, but holding Japanese samurai swords in their hands.
It seemed a bit nondescript, but for the first time Liu Lang didn't laugh.
Not only did that man make him smell the scent of the same kind, but the other three people also made him feel a hint of threat, the threat of death.
The successor of Suigetsu Ryu wants to go deep into the dangerous place of China. How can Suigetsu Ryu allow him to go alone? Those who can follow Minamoto Yoshihiro and come to China are all the top masters of Suigetsu Ryu and the most capable of killing people.
Master.
The sharp blade stimulated Lieutenant Tyson with a cold look on his face. He took a deep breath, slowly pulled out his military dagger from his calf, held it in his backhand, and bowed slightly forward. Before the killer could move, his face was cold.
The murderous intention had already stimulated the strongest army soldier of the Empire, who could kill a black bear, into an attack state.
It wasn't that Lieutenant Tyson didn't want to pull out the pistol in his waist, but because of the look in the man's eyes. Although he didn't speak, he could clearly feel that if he tried to pull out the gun, he would immediately be hit mercilessly.
But that man did not stop him from pulling out his dagger. Perhaps, his plan was to have a hand-to-hand fight! Or, in other words, he had absolute confidence in fighting with cold weapons.
The three women stood behind Tyson and Sun Wenwei. Although their faces were a little pale, they were all surprisingly strong.
Perhaps because he had experienced a bloody battle with the Independence Group, the seemingly weak Liu Xueyuan bit her lip and squatted down to grab a table board that Liu Lang had kicked to pieces, while the little foreign girl pulled out her personal dagger.
, but Ji Yanxue was so fierce that even Minamoto Yoshihiro, who had always had a calm look in his eyes, couldn't help but twitch his brows.
Yes, war, telling women to go away, seems to have failed on these three seemingly weak women. Anyone who sees a woman who looks demure and elegant in a pleated skirt lifts the hem of her skirt and directly touches her from the outside of her thigh.
If you pull out a black but cold-edged weapon, everyone's eyelids will pop up!
However, the ferocity of the three women was obviously not in the eyes of Yuanyoshi Honggang. He did not even stop at Sun Fang, who had the same solemn expression and pulled out the military thorn. He withdrew his eyes from everyone in the room and returned to Liu Lang.
On the body.
"Liu Jun, it's an honor to see you here. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Minamoto Yoshihiro, the brother of Minamoto Yoshijiro who died in the battle at your hands." Minamoto Yoshihiro looked at Liu Lang calmly and said.
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Liu Lang shook his head, "I think you either found the wrong person, or your brother forgot to sign me up before he died. Of course, it's not his fault. Maybe he didn't have a chance."
Not knowing how to chat, typical of not knowing how to chat, Yoshihiro Minamoto couldn't help but feel embarrassed, with a trace of anger flashing on his face.
Liu Lang's meaning is very obvious. Many Japanese have died under my command. Is Minamoto Yoshijiro the onion?
"Baga." The three Shuiyue Ryu masters holding swords in both hands yelled angrily.
"Forget about eight or seven, at least eighty Japanese died at my hands." Liu Lang showed a trace of disdain on his face.
As he said this, Liu Lang became even more vigilant in his heart. A Japanese assassin who could turn an assassination into an open attack either had a bad brain or had great self-confidence and was confident that he could kill him on the spot with his bare hands.
Of course Liu Lang wouldn't believe that the Japanese who came all the way and put so much effort into setting up a killing trap would send a fool. He also didn't believe in his ability to fight with bare hands. The Japanese hadn't done any research. The Japanese's cautious gene was very stubborn.
of.
"Liu Jun, the entire hotel is under the control of our people. It will take at least twenty minutes for the city defense army to hear the noise and come over. If you want to chat, I can chat with you for five minutes before sending them off.
Liu Jun is on his way." Minamoto Yoshihiro calmed down the anger on his face and said seriously.
"Okay! Why don't you and I sit down and talk about it? I heard that the tea ceremony skills of Japan's island countries have long been superior to others. So Hong Gang, why don't you show me the skills of pouring water and making tea first?" Liu Lang laughed after hearing this.
Said with a smile.
Liu Lang is already very familiar with pretentiousness, but he didn't expect to meet a Japanese who can be more pretentious than him. Wen Wu is the first to pretend, but he is not second. If Liu Lang doesn't crack down on the pretentious man, then he is not Liu Lang.
Already.
"Baga." The three Suigetsu-ryu masters once again used their little tricks and roared angrily.
Let the heir of Suigetsu Ryu demonstrate the tea ceremony, but what the hell is making tea? The result of both is the same, but they are not on the same level at all!
Also, Liu Lang’s saying that a person is better than a master is also very poisonous. The Japanese who have never acknowledged that Japanese tea ceremony culture was secretly learned from the Tang Dynasty in China have always had a huge reaction to this. This is a heartbreaking statement.
Liu Lang curled his lips slightly, he couldn't stand this? Then how can you let the stick people of 80 years live? They even shouted loudly that Chinese medicine belongs to them, and anyone who is good at it has their bloodline.
"Liu Jun, I don't know if I believe it or not. Although Minamoto Yoshihiro is here today to get your handsome head, he also wants to compete with Liu Jun in martial arts. The revenge of killing his younger brother is secondary."
Yi Honggang obviously adapted quickly to Liu Lang's venomous tongue style. Not only was he not angry, but a smile broke out on his face.
Liu Lang also smiled, and stretched out his fists towards the four Japanese who were wearing Chinese clothes but were authentic Japanese, "If you want to fight, then fight. What is martial arts? It's nothing more than more powerful killing skills.
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Although Liu Lang's fist was a little white and even a little tender, none of the four Suigetsu-ryu masters, including Minamoto Yoshihiro, whose eyes shrank slightly, dared to look down upon that fist. The two men who stood before looked different and looked like humans and animals.
The moment the fat man stretched out his fist, it felt like a peerless sword unsheathed, with its edge bursting out and murderous intent overflowing.
The surging murderous intent stimulated the three Suigetsu Ryu masters standing beside Minamoto Yoshihiro to move together, pointing their blades at Liu Lang, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
Before Liu Lang made a move, he only showed his fist once, causing the three Suigetsu-ryu masters to take the initiative to attack. The force was no less powerful than the pressure exerted on Lieutenant Tyson when Yoshihiro Minamoto appeared.
Yuanyoshi Honggang's eyes were as bright as stars, "If the word honor was a bit polite before, but after meeting Liu Jun in person, Honggang felt that honor was not enough to describe Honggang's inner joy. In order to respect Liu Jun, you, the most important person
If there is a strong enemy, Honggang will definitely attack with all his strength."
After saying that, Yoshihiro Minamoto stretched out his hand and pulled it casually. The tough cotton Chinese robe was torn into several pieces by him like paper, revealing that he was wearing a complete Japanese samurai uniform.
Then he took a few steps back and said loudly: "Liu Jun, why don't you move and fight, otherwise, Hong Gang will not show mercy to any enemy in the room."
As Minamoto Yoshihiro retreated, the three swordsmen also retreated and gave way to the box door.
Facing a guy who is so pretentious, what else can Liu Lang say? He has to go out and beat his mother!