The obvious mocking tone made Sanada Koichiro and Tezuka Kuniichi raise their eyebrows in unison, and turned their heads to look over with everyone, and Sakuraichi also turned slightly sideways to look at the entrance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There, there stood seven men dressed in black kimonos, led by an old man of about sixty-four, wearing a piece of green Wada jade on his chest, and several Japanese words for 'Saionji' wrapped around it like a charm, looking like a family heirloom.

Behind him were six young men and teenagers, the oldest of whom was no more than 24 years old and had short blond hair. And the youngest boy is only fourteen years old, one year younger than Sanada Koichiro, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Yukimura Seiichi and others, but one year older than Sakuraichi and the same age as Kirihara. And the person who spoke just now was the young man who was 24 years old.

"Suzuki, don't talk nonsense." The old man opened his mouth lightly to reprimand, although it was a reprimand, but anyone with eyes could see that it was just a show.

"HAI, GRANDPA."

"Hawkers, Sanada-kun," the corner of Saionji's mouth hooked, three points of ridicule and seven points of disdain spoke, and at the same time walked to Sanada String Right Gate, glanced at Sakura, and said meaningfully: "After so many years, you still do your own thing, have you even forgotten the most basic rules?" Or ·····" Saying that, Xiyuan Temple's eyes were cold in vain, "Do you want me to tell you about it?" ”

Hearing this, Sanada String Right Emon's pupils shrank, what Saionji Suzuki said just now was already sarcastic about him Sanada family no one, and now Saionji Fan Shi is sarcastic about his Sanada family is not cultivated, this is simply too deceitful, but Sanada String Eemon is also worthy of being an old ginger, for Saionji's sarcasm, his face did not change color and his heart did not beat and spoke, "Hehe, this is my housework, who do I want to invite and what does it matter to you?" It's better to take care of yourself, some people, just can't spit out ivory from the dog's mouth, and when the time comes, it won't be good to provoke anyone. ”

"You..."

"Suzuki." Saionji stopped Suzuki, who was slightly impulsive, and smiled indifferently at Sanada String Uemon, "In that case, let's see Masho in the dojo in a while, hahaha..."

Sakuraichi didn't have the heart to delve into the intrigue of these people, just stood there indifferently and listened to their conversation. The mortal enemy is something that all families have to face, no matter what aspect they are, they all want to crush the other party under their feet, so that he can never turn over. But normally, this stampede is done in secret, but the sword ceremony is the only best moment to deal with the opponent openly.

"Hey, the Xiyuan Temple family will actually come."

"It looks like today's knife ceremony won't be too peaceful."

"Yes, the rivals are here, and it's a dream to be calm."

"I've got a good show today, haha..."

"Whether Sanada will succeed or not, it's really unknown."

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Looking at the two people facing each other, Sakuraichi narrowed his eyelids and turned his head to look at the right-hand side, where standing was the younger generation of Saionji, except for Suzuki of Saionji Temple who had spoken before, each of them stood firmly, not moving or speaking, like a statue of wood.

And among them, the youngest child kept staring at her, and from the moment he entered the door, his eyes never took off her, so that Sakuraichi had to turn his head to look over.

It was indeed a very small teenager, in a group of people, he was very conspicuous, dark brown hair, the left side of the oblique bangs that were too long to cover his dark purple left eye, indifferent but sharp eyes permeated the deep right eye, some immature little faces were full of age-appropriate stubbornness and persistence.

When he saw Sakurachi turn his head to look at him, the young man was stunned for a moment, but just for a moment, his stubborn expression returned again, and he was even more cold.

Sakura retracted her gaze with her eyelids drooping slightly, she hadn't seen this young man, and she didn't know him, but this didn't prevent her from seeing through him, judging from the light blue sword qi that permeated his whole body, he had surpassed Sanada Koichiro a lot, he should be a swordsman at the same level as Fujiwara, he had practiced to this point at a young age, Sakuraichi had to admire him, compared to him, she thought she was inferior to him. It's just that her only advantage is that she has been practicing for nearly 30 years, and the teenager has only been for more than ten years, so it is destined that the teenager cannot be on the same level as her.

"Well, this is the protagonist of today's knife award." Saionji Fanshi's gaze drifted, and fell on the side of Sanada String Oemon, and the corners of his mouth were hooked playfully, "Sure enough, it's a good child, for a while, you have to give good advice to the younger generation of our Saionji family, Stringichiro-kun." ”

Sanada's pupils condensed slightly, and he bowed slightly politely without humility, and still spoke indifferently in a voice that was unique before, "The predecessors of Xiyuan Temple praised it falsely, and they didn't dare to give advice, so they just learned from each other." ”

Hearing this, Sakuraichi couldn't help but glance at Sanada, worthy of being a child of a family, and he spoke without leakage. Sure enough, the person who can sit firmly in the position of deputy minister in the tennis department is indeed not a simple role, of course, except for the one who learns from Qingxue.

Hearing Sanada Koichiro's answer, Sanada Koemon couldn't help but nod secretly, Koichiro is still his favorite successor after all, and his ability to cope is naturally not a problem.

"Hahaha... Okay, good," the Saiyuan Temple priest nodded, although there was a smile on his face, but his brown eyes didn't make any waves, and he turned his head to look at the younger generation beside him, "Kuroki, come here." ”

Hearing the call of the Saionji priest, Kuroki closed his eyelids and withdrew his gaze, took a step, and walked to the side of the Saionji priest.

"Hehe, Sanada-kun, this is my little grandson, for a while," the Saionji priest patted Kuroki's shoulder lightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully, "I'll ask Ichiro-kun to teach me this unsuccessful little grandson, Saionji Kuroki." ”

"Please advise." The young man bowed slightly, his face still so stubborn and persistent.

"West... Saionji Kurogi !!! ”

"Kurogi !!"

"Hey, is it really Kuroki? Is that the national professional kendo player?! ”

"Oh my God, it's a fake !!"

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"Saionji Kuroki, the youngest professional kendo player in the country, at the age of 14, has defeated various professional and amateur kendo players in the past four years, with a winning rate of 96.77%, and has since risen to 100%, and has been the national kendo champion for four consecutive years without losing to anyone." Liu Lian'er's quiet voice sounded slowly, explaining to Yukimura, Nioh and others around him.

In addition to kendo, he is also good at Go, and has been in the chess world since he was eight years old, winning one of the top eight of the chess holy war at the age of ten, with a winning rate of 88.33%; At the age of eleven, he entered the top five with a winning rate of 96.68%, and at the age of thirteen, he defeated the chess saint Yuki Naoki Takashiro with a winning rate of 100%, becoming a new generation of chess saints in one fell swoop, and no one has been able to pull him down from the pinnacle of chess to this day. As a result, he was known as the 'Dragon God Prince'. ”

"Nani Nani !!" Kirihara Akaya's eyes widened, "Yanagi-senpai, you're kidding!" ”