Dragon Son-In-Law God Of War

"Accept that kid as an apprentice?"

"How can it be?"

The brothers looked surprised and uncertain.

You know, that kid was the murderer who killed the younger brother, how could the master accept an enemy as his apprentice?

"I also heard that Steward Liu said, I heard that I am optimistic about the potential of that kid!" The thin young man said quickly.

Now, everyone has nothing to say.

Although they didn't understand, no one dared to raise questions.

After all, the master is notoriously grotesque and has always been unruly in doing things. Even as an apprentice, he is not easy to criticize.

"Master, what do you think?"

"Yeah, isn't the revenge of Junior Brother not reported?"

The people were not reconciled and started talking.

"I don't think I should disturb Master about this matter!" Zhao Changzhi waved his hand, his eyes flashing.

"Wait for him to come, I'm just going to teach him a lesson, I won't be a killer, but the tone of the little junior brother must be released!

"In addition, he wants to be Master's apprentice? I'm afraid he has to pass our level first, right?"

Zhao Changzhi glanced around, then suddenly sneered.

After a while, a tall and burly man came outside the gate.

This person is about thirty years old, dressed as a ronin, with a samurai sword on his waist, and clogs under his feet. When he looks at this dressing style, he knows that he is not a Chinese.

This person came to the door, holding the handle of the knife at his waist, and squeaking in the clogs.

"The Japanese?"

Zhao Changzhi and the others stayed there for a while. I didn't expect that the younger brother's enemy hadn't waited for a wandering wanderer?

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Zhao Changzhi screamed, and quickly stopped Ronin, with a look of contempt.

He has never had a good impression of the Japanese people.

What's more, the other party looked like a warrior from the Japanese nation, and he knew from this look that it was a bad person.

"In Xiashan Honjiro, a disciple of Dongying Flowing Water Broken Rock Fist!"

Ronin stood in front of the door, standing upright, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and immediately declared himself home.

His Mandarin is a bit crappy, and Zhao Changzhi and others can't really hear it.

"What punch?"

"I haven't heard of it. Go away. Today, our master will receive other people. You will come again next time!" Zhao Changzhi directly waved his hand and wanted to blast him away.

Just kidding, who is their master?

Can you see it casually?

There is no appointment, no greetings, and wanting to step into Zhuangzi is nothing short of a fantasy!

"You!" Yamamoto Jiro's face instantly flushed. You know, as a high-ranking samurai, he is also a highly respected figure in his own country. I didn't expect these people to be so rude?

But thinking of him coming today on a mission, and still trying to suppress his anger, he said indifferently: "I am presenting the war post for my master today!"

"My master, the great master of the Dongying Flowing Fist School!"

"I want to challenge your master, the master alcoholic!"

As Jiro Yamamoto spoke, he directly took out a red gilded document from his arms, bowed his head respectfully, and offered it with both hands.

"To challenge our master?"

Everyone stayed for a while.

Unexpectedly, this Japanese native was here to write the battle for his master?

Zhao Changzhi frowned, took the war post, took a look, then couldn't help but sneer, and pinched it in his hand and tore it in half.

"Sorry, our master is the top ten on the Hualong list, not everyone is qualified to challenge!"

"What kind of running water fist school, what kind of garbage school, you have never heard of it!" Zhao Changzhi said with a disdainful face.

In recent years, alcoholics have gained a reputation, and there are countless masters who have come to challenge them, and there are many foreign sect masters.

It's annoying.

Alcoholics have already ordered, and the general small sects are basically not accepted. If it is a Japanese swordsman, what is it? What is the flow fist?

never heard of that!

Zhao Changzhi didn't take it seriously at all.

But Jiro Yamamoto was stunned at the moment.

Unexpectedly, he handed over the war book so politely, the other side actually treated it like this, and tore the war book!

"Boy, you drinkers, are you too defiant, right?" Yamamoto Jiro clenched his fist very hard, his joints creaked.

"My master, Kato Taketaka, is the founder of the Flowing Fist School!"

"My master has defeated Dongying Invincible Hand in boxing all these years and can break the mountains and rivers with one punch!"

"How can you dare to look so underestimated!" Yamamoto Jiro said unconvinced, and at the same time he mentioned his master with a look of worship, as if he feared a god.

In fact, his master is indeed a god-like figure in Dongying now, and even the royal family has to treat him with respect.

How dare these drunkards dare to be so insulted.

"Yo yo yo! Still breaking the mountain with a punch?"

"It's awesome, but it's really loud!"

Zhao Changzhi couldn't help being amused, his face was extremely disdainful.

After all, even their master wouldn't dare to say a punch to break the mountains and rivers, this kid really regarded his master as a god.

"The Japanese people are really funny!"

"What mountain was broken? Mount Fuji?"

"An island country has no mountains in the first place, so it's probably a small dirt bag!"

"Haha!"

All the disciples laughed.

"You deceive people too much!"

Yamamoto Jiro blushed and couldn't help taking a step forward, as if he wanted to do something at any time.

"Why, want to do it, are you sure?"

Zhao Changzhi and a group of senior brothers quickly stepped forward unwilling to show weakness. What a joke, this little widow dared to come forward and provoke him, and he was simply overwhelmed.

But at this time, Yamamoto Jiro calmed down instead, slowly moved his hand away from the hilt, and said lightly: "You send someone to compete with me. If I win, let me meet the master alcoholic, I Will make an invitation for my master in person!"

The Japanese people are like this, they can tolerate everything, they don't want to be arrogant, because they know what they want to do, and they will never stop until they reach their goals.

"Want to challenge us?"

Zhao Changzhi touched his chin with a playful expression on his face.

"Big brother, how about you do it yourself? Teach him a lesson!"

"Don't, big brother, what rank, just like him, what can I do if he breaks?"

"That's right, it's a foreigner after all. It's hard to explain if it's disabled!"

All the disciples were laughing and joking, and didn't pay attention to Jiro Yamamoto at all.

"I can sign the certificate of life and death. If I have an accident during the martial arts competition, you do not need to take any responsibility according to the martial arts rules, and our ambassador will not trouble you!" Yamamoto Jirou said solemnly.

"Haha?"

"It seems that this must be compared?" Zhao Changzhi looked disdainful.

"Boy, this is your own death. You will be disabled by the time. Don't blame me!"

The other party is determined to see his master, and it seems that it is impossible for him not to act.

When the two were ready to compete, an Audi A8 in the distance drove slowly towards the gate.

Creak!

As the car stopped, an old man and a tall figure slowly stepped off the car.

Zhao Changzhi's face changed, and he didn't even care about competing with Jiro Yamamoto, and quickly led the fellow apprentices around the car.

"Are you killing my junior brother?" Zhao Changzhi stared at Jiang Beichen and said coldly.

"You're talking about Chen Jiajun?" Jiang Beichen frowned, not otherwise, he nodded and said: "Yes, I killed people!"

"You admit it?"

"Just admit it!" Zhao Changzhi waved his hand with a gloomy expression, and the junior brother next to him quickly took the spiritual position.

"I heard that my master is going to recruit you into the mountain, I will not kill you!"

"But if you want to go in today, you must first kneel down and give my junior brother's spiritual position three knocks, otherwise, even if the master blames you, I will definitely abolish you today!" Zhao Changzhi said coldly, his fists creaking Hold it up.

"Kneel and kowtow!"

"Kneel down and apologize!"

"Three is not enough, you need a hundred, a thousand, even if you bleed, you won't be cleared of your crime!"

"Kumping to death is not a pity!"

A group of brothers and sisters shouted fiercely with the same hatred.

Today, I have to explain everything to my junior brother.

"Yo Xi! It looks like you are a feud?"

"Then I will wait for a while!"

Yamamoto Jiro next to him showed a lively expression, and immediately walked aside, took off his shoes, and knelt in the shade.

This time, you can just explore the strength of this drinker!