Matsumoto Erda's eyes were as cold as a blade, looking at all the bodyguards of the Qiansong family in the compound, and said in a cold voice: "Let Qiansong River and Takeda Zhenjun come out!

The Takeda True Monarch in his mouth is the martial saint of the Qiansong family.

The reason why Matsumoto Erda couldn't avenge his father Matsumoto Noda was precisely because the Chimatsu family was guarded by Takeda Shinjun, so he wanted to kill Chimatsu River several times but couldn't succeed.

"Our master, I will never see you, please leave Qiansong's house quickly, otherwise we will be unkind to you. The head of the bodyguard looked at Matsumoto Erda with a look of fear and said.

Matsumoto Erda's eyes flashed with anger: "Look for death!"

As soon as the words fell, Matsumoto Erda's figure had already galloped out.

Boom.

Flashing light, the figure shuttled back and forth in the compound in an instant, so fast that it was dizzying.

Bang bang, a sound of fists sounded, followed by twenty or thirty bodyguards of the Qiansong family, almost too late to make a move, they were blasted out one after another, smashed into the compound, and raised a burst of dust.

In the sound of humming and chirping, none of the bodyguards could stand up.

"Matsumoto Futata, stop!" At this moment, a cold cheer sounded.

With this cold drink, a figure flew in and hit Matsumoto Erda with one palm.

It can be seen that this galloping person attacked Matsumoto Erda's palm, and the aura of the martial saint surged, and an invisible coercion emanated.

Although this person attacked extremely quickly, Matsumoto Nida also reacted extremely quickly, and when he couldn't rest, he had already slapped his palm to meet it.

Bang.

The surging Martial Saint Qi erupted, setting off a storm, and the air was violently shaken.

After the two exchanged palms, they were each shocked by the amazing force and retreated a few meters back.

The one who attacked Matsumoto Nita was a gray-haired old man, wearing a simple kimono, his eyes were condensed, his expression was solemn, and his body exuded a deep aura.

At this moment, Qian Song Yixue and a middle-aged man in his forties rushed from behind, and at the same time, many martial arts masters of the Qian Song family also came quickly.

"Takeda Martial Saint, are you okay?" At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties stepped forward, with a look of concern on his face, and asked the gray-haired old man.

The gray-haired old man shook his head and said, "Brother Hechuan, I'm fine. ”

The middle-aged man who walked was none other than Qiansong River, the head of the Qiansong family.

Qiansong River, with an elegant face, saw that Takeda Zhenjun was fine, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he saw the bodyguards in the compound, who fell to the ground and groaned, Qiansong Hechuan's eyes showed anger.

"Matsumoto Erda, are you finished? Your father lost to me in business, but he failed to take revenge on me in private, and lost his life, that is to blame, if you are unreasonable again, don't blame our men for being ruthless. Chimatsu Kawakawa angrily scolded Matsumoto Futa.

"What a big breath!" At this moment, the fifty-year-old man in the courtyard, wearing a gray kimono, twisting his beard with one hand and carrying the other behind him, said coldly.

Takeda Zhenjun's eyes fell on the old man's face, and he couldn't help but look slightly startled: "Fuji Stone Pine!"

Hearing Takeda Makoto say this name, Qiansong River's face also changed.

Qian Song Yixue saw that his father's expression was a little strange, and couldn't help but ask him in a low voice, "Dad, who is Fuji Ishimatsu?"

"He is one of the five godsons of Fuji Naigawa, the first martial saint in the East, he was an orphan since he was a child, adopted by Fuji Naigawa, and his martial arts have been ranked among the top ten martial saints in Kyoto. Qiansong Hechuan said to his daughter with a solemn expression.

The reason why he looked solemn was because Matsumoto Nidamoto was already very tricky, and now Fuji Ishimatsu, the godson of Fuji Naigawa, the first martial saint in the East, is also here.

This undoubtedly increased the pressure on the Qiansong family all of a sudden.

Originally, he thought that his daughter had been promoted to the strength of the Martial Saint, and with the Martial Saint Takeda Zhenjun of the town government, the two of them would be able to defeat Matsumoto Erda.

Now that there is a Fuji stone pine, the situation has suddenly become unfavorable for the Chisong family.

Qian Song Yixue learned that this gray kimono old man was Matsumoto Erda's helper, and he was also a martial saint, and he also felt pressure in his heart.

In this way, two people on each side are martial saint strength, so no one can take advantage of anyone.

"It turned out to be the Martial Saint of Ishimatsu, and I lost my welcome! I don't know if the Martial Saint of Ishimatsu came to the Qiansong family this time, what advice do you have?" Takeda Majun's face quickly regained his composure, and he looked at Fuji Shomatsu and said.

Fuji Ishimatsu said: "Matsumoto Nita is my junior brother, Chisung River killed his father, such a blood feud, we will never stand by and let you bully my junior brother." ”

"Therefore, today I want the Qiansong family to take one life for one life, Qiansong River to cut itself, and return the acquired Sansong Pharmaceutical Company to the Matsumoto family business management, and our grievances can be written off. ”

Qiansong Yixue Dai's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and her eyes were even more angry, and she said angrily to Fuji Ishimatsu: "Our Qiansong family will never agree to you! Sansong Pharmaceutical Company was acquired by our Qiansong family through legal channels, why should it be handed over to the Matsumoto family business?"

And my father has not committed a capital crime, so why should he judge himself against you?"

Fuji Ishimatsu looked at Qian Song Yixue, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's not a loss to be the number one beauty in the Oriental Kingdom, I want to think that the genius son of the Oriental Sword Saint back then, Koizumi Dongliu, and my father's most proud genius disciple Qinghe Yijian, are all poured for you." ”

"I don't think I will see you for four or five years, and the more heavenly and fragrant the country is, if my junior brother Qinghe sees you with a sword, I am afraid that he will immediately stop me from paying you Qiansong family. ”

Chi Song Yixue remembered that five years ago, the two most high-profile geniuses of the Oriental Kingdom, Koizumi Toryu, the son of the Oriental Sword Saint, and Kiyokawa Ichiken, the proud disciple of the first martial saint of the Orient, expressed their love to themselves at the Hundred Flower Pavilion on the outskirts of Kyoto.

In order to compete for Qiansong Yixue, the two geniuses fought even more, and fought for three days and three nights outside the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, alarming Kyoto.

All the martial arts masters in Kyoto ran to watch their grand battle.

The two geniuses fought for three days and three nights, and still did not decide the winner, and in the end, they were still called back by the Sword Master and Fuji Nagawa.

However, before leaving, they agreed to discuss the sword battle in five years, and whoever wins will be eligible to be with Qiansong Yixue.

Qian Song Yixue had no interest in their decisive battle, she only had Lin Fei in her heart, even if they fought again in five years, even if one of them won, she would never like it.

At this moment, Fuji Ishimatsu was mentioned like this, and Qian Song Yixue suddenly remembered that the five-year appointment between Koizumi Dongliu and Qinghe Yijian seemed to be these days.

"Fuji Ishimatsu, with me here, I will never let you hurt my family. Qiansong said to Fuji Ishimatsu in a righteous and righteous manner.

Fuji Ishimatsu smiled: "Just because you want to stop us?"

"Senior brother, can you look at my face and don't embarrass Miss Qiansong and his family?" At this moment, a clear and inexplicably beautiful man's voice came.

Hearing this voice, Fuji Ishimatsu and Matsumoto Futa's faces changed, and they even frowned.

Then, they followed the sound and looked, only to see a man in white standing on a lush and tall and lush pine and cypress in the courtyard, with a face like a crown of jade, with a graceful demeanor, and his hands behind him, like a fairy standing on the pine and cypress blowing in the breeze.

(End of chapter)