Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Going further, we met another group of people.

But this time, they seemed to have gotten the message, and instead of blocking Li Muchen's way, they obediently moved aside.

Every time he walked, a group of people in dark suits would separate on both sides as he approached, leaving a path open, and stand solemnly, watching him leave.

This grand scene, the emperor's arrival, is probably nothing more than that.

Li Muchen found it very funny. Japanese people seemed to have a special persistence, adhering to the spirit of Bushido while playing tricks, thus creating this ridiculous situation.

A large stadium-like building appeared ahead.

A man in samurai uniform stood at the intersection, blocking his way.

The man held the handle of the long knife at his waist and stared at Li Muchen with eyes like an eagle.

When Li Muchen approached, a powerful martial soul energy erupted from his body. The howl of the wind sounded in the woods on both sides, and the trees tilted to both sides.

"Beichen one sword style, Chiba Shinichi!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, with a hint of sharpness like a knife, as if he could pierce the enemy in front of him with his voice alone.

"I didn't ask you, you don't have to tell me your name." Li Muchen kept moving forward.

Chiba's new eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Beichen Ittōryu is the most famous sect in Japanese swordsmanship, and the Chiba family is the most authentic direct descendant of Beichen Ittōryu.

Chiba Shinichi is the current leader of Japanese swordsmanship and has always been famous for his speed in drawing swords.

"I haven't drawn my sword for a long time... For twenty years, I thought that there would be no one in this world worthy of me drawing my sword..." He looked at Li Muchen, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, "Did you really kill Mitaraizou? "

Li Muchen smiled slightly: "Then don't draw the sword."

"Oh, are you begging me for mercy?" Chiba Shinichi mocked, "I originally thought you could be an opponent, but I didn't expect..."

Li Muchen shook his head: "Are you Japanese people so confident? I'm just telling you that you will never have the chance to draw your sword in the future."

Chiba Shinichi was furious: "Baga! Go to hell!"

He tightened his right hand, and poured his true energy into the knife along his hand. The man and the knife became one, with a squeaking sound, and the blade was unsheathed...

But his expression suddenly changed drastically, because his sword was half out of its sheath, as if it was cast to death and could not be pulled out.

This is something that has never happened.

Chiba Shinichi blushed, but no matter how hard he tried, the knife still didn't move.

Then, a strong force came from the sword, and with a cry, the sword was inserted back into the scabbard.

As soon as he was stunned, there was another strong force, and the knife was pulled out halfway with a choking sound.

Then, he inserted it back.

Pull it out, plug it back in, pull it out, plug it back in... Chonk, choke, choke...

Dozens of times in a row, then he put it back into the sheath with a choke, and never moved again.

Chiba Shinichi's face turned purple, like a piece of pork liver that had been stored for a long time.

He watched helplessly as the young man walked past him, his steps light, like a gust of wind blowing by, leaving no trace.

With a cry, the long sword was finally completely unsheathed, but he was unprepared. Because of the excessive force, he stumbled and rushed forward a few steps.

Chiba Shinichi looked at the sword in his hand and began to doubt himself. Can a samurai who can't even pull out the sword be considered a real samurai?

I have been practicing swordsmanship for a lifetime, and I have been proud of it for a lifetime, but in the end this is the result.

The world in front of me collapsed at this moment, and everything became fragmented.

He knelt down, took off his shirt, turned the blade, pointed it at his abdomen, and cut in...

……

At this time, Li Muchen had already reached the entrance of the large gymnasium.

A group of swordsmen rushed out.

However, they did not surround him, but lined up on both sides, like a welcoming team.

A middle-aged man in a black robe came out. He had a belt around his waist with a short wooden sword stuck in it. He had his hair trimmed and looked very energetic, but his hair was already gray and looked a bit old.

He came over, bowed slightly to Li Muchen, and said in standard but stiff Chinese:

"Mr. Li, I, Ito Josai, this is the Japanese Martial Arts Hall. All the masters from Edo are waiting for you inside. Please take a look and go in for a chat."

Li Muchen smiled and said, "Why, are you planning a group fight inside?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Li, there are all warriors inside. We believe in the spirit of Bushido and will never use traps. As for group fights..." Ito Jōsai smiled self-deprecatingly, "The heroic spirits of the Summoning Society cannot be disturbed. Please understand the Japanese people's feelings. Emotions. We Japanese people respect the strong. If Mr. Li turns around, I will be willing to give him a courtesy."

"What if I have to go?"

"If you must go, you can only step over our corpses."

Ito Jōsai's tone of voice was very calm, but very firm, leaving no room for doubt.

Li Muchen looked up at the martial arts hall building and walked up the steps.

Ito Jōsai sighed and followed Li Muchen into the martial arts hall.

The martial arts hall was full of people, most of them were dressed as ronin warriors, and some were wearing ordinary clothes. It seemed that they came in a hurry and didn't have time to change clothes.

They formed a circle and sat upright.

As soon as Li Muchen and Ito Jōsai walked in, the atmosphere immediately became tense.

The martial arts spirits in many people burst out.

Li Muchen looked around, and there were indeed several masters here. Most of them were similar to Chiba Shinichi of Beichen Itōryu. The strongest one was an old man sitting in the middle, who was probably similar to Bandō Shuichi of Tennin Sect. , is also the only person present who has broken through the innate realm.

The other one was Ito Josai who went out to greet him.

None of these people are as good as Mitarashi Zou, and I don't know where they got the courage to sit here.

Li Muchen even felt a little disappointed.

"Tomita-ryu, Araga Shoji!"

A middle-aged man stood up with a sword and bowed to Li Muchen.

Although he bowed, there was no respect at all. It was just a customary etiquette. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity to bow and quickly drew his sword to catch him off guard.

Of course Li Mu would not give him a chance. Chiba Shinichi couldn't draw the sword, and it was impossible for anyone here to draw the sword in front of him.

Before the man's knife was unsheathed, he flew out and hit the auditorium in the distance, never getting up again.

"Does Japanese martial arts have just this little capital?" Li Muchen looked at them and said, "Let's do this. If anyone among you can pull out a sword in front of me today, I will lose."

As soon as he said these words, it immediately caused quite a stir. All the Japanese warriors on the field were indignant. Even Ito Josai, who had just spoken in a gentle manner, frowned with anger on his face.

"Shinto-ryu, Mizuguchi Fumio!" Another person stood up and said.

Fumio Mizuguchi was very smart. He had already started to draw the sword before he finished speaking. Moreover, the purpose of drawing the sword was not to kill people, but to pull out the sword. This was relatively simple, because there was no need to consider other things besides drawing the sword.

However, his ending was the same as that of Masaharu Araga. Before the knife was moved, the man had already flown away.

People were stunned.

No one saw how Li Muchen took action.

Most people don’t even understand what’s going on, why is it happening? Only two innate masters felt Li Muchen's terrifying strength.

Ito Jōsai was shocked and at the same time even more confused.

‘This person clearly has no innate aura, so why is he so powerful? Could it be that he has reached the state of returning to his true nature? ’

He took a step forward, walked to the opposite side of Li Muchen, bowed slightly, and said: "Kingshin Akechi-ryu, Ito Josai, please enlighten me!"

Li Muchen nodded towards him.

Ito Jōsai's attitude can be regarded as neither humble nor arrogant, and Li Muchen still admires him a bit. If he were not from Japan, or not in the current environment, he would think this person is worth making friends with.

"Li Muchen." He reported his name.