It was now late autumn, and it was already dark at early seven o'clock. Zhao Rongcheng was worried and drove Zhao Xinmin, Ning Chen and Huang Degong to Jiujiang Wuji Health Club.
Zhao Rongcheng was slightly worried, Zhao Xinmin looked gloomy, Ning Chen looked calm, and only Huang Degong looked excited, feeling like he had entered a new world.
"It's a pity that you can't find anyone even if you brag, no one will believe you..." Huang Degong thought with some regret.
There are no words to say all the way. The guild hall is located in Jiujiang New District. It is an independent courtyard, surrounded by trees, with pavilions and pavilions inside. It is like a small park. Not to mention the service level, just looking at the surrounding environment, it is indeed a place for self-cultivation.
A great place.
By this time, the guests of the club had already left. The Japanese also chose this time specially. We are not ordinary people, and usually we would avoid the public.
The door of the club opened. Two staff members also recognized Zhao Rongcheng's car. Seeing a few people coming, they hurriedly guided Zhao Rongcheng all the way to the entrance of the main building.
Zhao Xinmin didn't say anything after getting off the car, and walked inside with a long sword in his hand. Several people hurriedly followed him. As soon as they reached the door of the hall, they heard a few Japanese words coming from inside.
Then I heard someone say in Chinese translation, "How long do you want to delay? If you don't want to fight, you can admit defeat. After all, the old man is over eighty years old, and we don't care. As long as the old man personally admits his swordsmanship
It's better to be honest and kowtow to apologize, and we don't necessarily have to cut off his hand tendons."
"Fart!" Zhao Xinmin yelled angrily, and the long sword was unsheathed instantly. The sword light flashed, and a sword energy burst out. The one-inch thick wooden door was split open with a stab, and it almost fell into pieces and scattered on the ground.
The two guides were so frightened that their legs softened and they almost fell to the ground.
When had they ever seen such power? Although they had seen the owner of the hall and his master practicing swordsmanship, they thought it was just ordinary swordsmanship for health and fitness. Sometimes when they got interested, they would let guests experience the so-called sense of energy, but
They have never experienced it either.
Zhao Xinmin and the others had also met Zhao Xinmin, and they knew he was the uncle of the museum owner, a very energetic old man, but they never knew he was so good at acting in movies?
Zhao Xinmin stepped into the hall and saw two people confronting each other in front of the hall. An old man with a bald head and white beard was sitting in the main seat, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was holding a tea bowl and sipping tea, seemingly not noticing at all.
There was a tense atmosphere at the scene.
Standing next to him was an old man with a ruddy complexion but an uneasy expression. He looked at the door from time to time. At this time, he heard Zhao Xinmin yelling angrily, and then he felt relieved. He must be the owner of this guild hall.
Zhao Xinmin smashed the door with his sword, and the people on the other side also looked over. They must be the Japanese who came to provoke. The most eye-catching thing was the middle-aged man standing in the middle, wearing a black kimono and holding a sword.
Ning Chen saw that this middle-aged man had been concentrating with his eyes closed just now. Only when Zhao Xinmin stepped in did he glance at the door, his eyes moved, but then he continued to close his eyes and paid no attention to it.
"It's a bit interesting." Ning Chen looked at it. Although he didn't know what his strength was, his momentum was indeed in place.
"Who are you, the reinforcements invited by the old man?" asked the leader, who seemed to be a translator.
Then a young man saw Zhao Xinmin holding a sword and muttered something. The translator continued, "There is no one in China anymore. All the people who come out are old men. Are you also a disciple of this guild hall?"
"I am his junior brother, and I can accept all his grudges." Zhao Xinmin said solemnly.
At this time, the old man at the main seat put down his tea bowl, looked at Zhao Xinmin and said, "Be careful, this guy should have surpassed Inoue Cangyan back then. You are also older, so don't be accidentally beaten to death."
"Then you don't keep an apprentice who can fight by your side. Ren Daomo is useless." Zhao Xinmin complained, hearing Ren Daomo standing next to him with a look of helplessness. I can make money, okay?
"Isn't there still you? I see that you practice swordsmanship every day, but it is easy to regress if you just practice without fighting. I see that you haven't done anything in the past few years. I have found an opponent for you, so don't thank me."
The old man said lightly.
Zhao Xinmin was furious, Ning Chen and the others were dumbfounded for a while, and suddenly they understood why the old man liked to hang out with Ren Daomo, who did not practice martial arts and only kept in good health.
At this time, the young man who had just spoken took a step forward and said loudly, "Is the person here? Is it this old guy? He can break down the door with a sword. He is quite capable and is worthy of my master's action."
"Damn it, this grandson can speak Chinese!"
"Then if he keeps silent, he is looking down on us!"
The people at the health club had angry faces, but the old people were not surprised. They had seen a lot and were all pissed off.
"Is it worth your master's action? Let's see if I don't cripple your master's tetsuji!" Zhao Xinmin was also helpless towards this senior brother and could only glare at Ren Daomo, then turned around and said.
While the young man was still waiting to speak, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Xinmin, took a step forward and said, "The straight heart will flow even to the plains of the pine trees."
Zhao Xinmin frowned and replied, "Zhao Xinmin of the Lushan Sword Sect."
"My master, Inoue Cangyan, was defeated by Senior Liu Xing thirty years ago. Since then, he has lived in seclusion and cultivated. Today, I come to take revenge on behalf of my master. If I win, I will also destroy Tetsuji, a member of the Lushan Sword Sect. If I lose, I will also
I'm going to waste my hand here."
Huang Degong's cheeks twitched when he heard this, and he asked Ning Chen in a low voice, "It feels like fighting in a ring. Isn't Mr. Zhao a qigong practitioner? Why is this Japanese guy who jumped out like a martial arts master, and Mr. Zhao too?"
Ning Chen replied, "Do you think this Japanese is not a Qi practitioner? He is the same. Qi is the foundation. Martial arts, talismans, curses, etc. are all external. The internal power in the novel is actually a type of Qi.
Like Mr. Zhao and the Japanese, they also refine qi, but their use of qi is for fighting. For people like them, ordinary curses, spells and the like are useless. Those who know evil methods can refine qi.
Qi Shi is really not necessarily their opponent."
Ning Chen thought of the Tianlan Sect, Cangyang Sect and other sword-cultivating sects in Bilan Continent. Of course, Earth is still relatively scientific. At least Zhao Xinmin, apart from stimulating sword energy, Ning Chen didn't seem to notice anything about him.
Other means.
There's no nonsense. Now that the person has arrived, tell your name and get started.
Ning Chen had just finished speaking, and the two parties had already sent away the ordinary people who had nothing to do with it, leaving only four or five insiders on one side and leaving a large circle at the same time.
Anyway, the hall is big enough, so Pingchuansong and Zhao Xinmin didn't choose a place, they just stood in the middle of the hall.
Zhao Xinmin's long sword had just been unsheathed. At this time, he threw away the scabbard and pointed the long sword directly at the opposite side.
Hirakawa Song lowered his upper body, staring at the tip of Zhao Xinmin's sword with a pair of eagle eyes. He slowly placed the sword on his waist with his left hand, touched the handle of the sword with his right hand, and gradually tightened his grip.