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The vehicle stopped slowly at the gate of a courtyard wall, which is also considered a beautiful mountain with a high mountain in the back, the building is surrounded by a large compound, the top is black corrugated, the corners are upturned, the white exterior wall is edged, and several pillars made of red paint are connected to the house and sit in a two-meter-wide corridor.

Seeing a group of several people getting out of the car, a man who looked like a samurai in white at the door, with a katana at his waist and clogs, took the initiative to come forward to greet him, but was stopped by Ikawa Nakano and walked aside, muttering in a low voice, the man nodded heavily after hearing this, turned around and returned to the courtyard.

Ikawa Nakano turned to Fujiwara and said, "President, it has been arranged, please come in." ”

Fujiwara Lichi nodded and motioned to Ouyang Feifei and the others: "This is the dojo under our association, if you want to understand the culture of Dongying Kendo, this is a place with a good choice." As soon as the words fell, he squinted at Wang Yong next to him, and saw that he was not nervous, but looked relaxed, and was playing with Maomao.

He continued: "Mr. Wang Yong has talked about the origin of the Dongying katana before, I don't know if there is any research on kendo? ”

Wang Yong, who took care of himself and teased Maomao, although he felt a little guilty about the rudeness at lunch, he had already forgotten it when he went out. Seeing that Fujiwara Lichi seemed to be deliberately provoking at this time, he thought that this woman was too stingy, and she was clearly going to give herself a horse. If it weren't for the limitations of her identity, I really wanted to teach her a good lesson.

casually perfunctory: "I'm just a rough person, I don't know any kendo, let alone any research." As he spoke, he picked up Maomao and put her on the steps, walked to Fujiwara Lichi's side, took a deep breath and lowered his head and whispered, "I see that you have some taste." By the way, he threw a wink at her.

Fujiwara Lichi didn't know how to answer, he was so angry and didn't know what to do, seeing Wang Yong so presumptuous, he was angry but the deer on his chest was like a deer, and a flush immediately appeared on his face. Even she didn't know why she was so disgusted with him, but there was still a kind of snickering joy.

Actually, a woman like Fujiwara Richi. There is a groveling face around her every day, and because of the particularity of her identity, whether it is the president of the company on the surface or the position of the suzerain of the ninja sect behind the scenes, ordinary people will not do anything excessive to her.

Wang Yong's eclectic expression fills the emotions she should have like ordinary people, but her inner life pattern is also competing with it. It makes joy and hatred intertwined.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feifei didn't hear what Wang Yong said at the end, but seeing Fujiwara Lichi's anger, she immediately walked to Wang Yong's side and whispered: "Wang Yong, let's be polite to people, okay." She glared at him secretly.

Turning around, he walked to Fujiwara's side and said, "Fujiwara-san." I'm interested in learning more about kendo culture, so let's go inside. As he spoke, he grabbed Fujiwara Richi's forearm and walked in together.

Entering the courtyard, on a dojo stage in the middle, several samurai waved bamboo swords in their hands and practiced fighting each other, and saw a group of several people getting up one after another and bowing to Fujiwara Lichi. In a small pavilion in the corner, a woman who looks like a maid fiddles with the tea set on the table. The heat slowly rose as she poured the teacup repeatedly, and when she saw a few people walking straight up, she hurriedly got up and bent down and retreated.

"Let's sit down for tea and take a break, I'll go change my clothes and come over later." Fujiwara Lichi said, and after speaking, he glanced at Wang Yong, who was already drinking tea. I thought to myself that this man was really proud. It's hard to think that he won't pose a threat to him, and it seems that he must take the opportunity to teach him a lesson, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Lichi felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, as if he had seen Wang Yong being beaten down and begging for mercy, and the wolf was unbearable, and said with a smile: "Is Mr. Wang willing to come to the stage to have a discussion." Communicate, communicate. There was a clear contempt in his tone.

Qin Wanrou turned her head to look at Wang Yong beside her, with worry in her sad eyes, and whispered: "You can't go, you see so many of them." ”

Wang Yong sneered. I thought that it was no wonder that Qin Wanrou was like this, after all, she didn't know her strength, but looking at her current situation, she felt a trace of happiness in her heart. Turning his gaze at Fujiwara Lichi, he said: "Miss Fujiwara, this bit of skill on my body is not much kung fu, let alone worth mentioning, so don't be ugly." ”

How could Fujiwara Lichi let go of such an opportunity, and deliberately provoked: "Mr. Wang, don't worry, the samurai are very virtuous, and they will stop at it." ”

Wang Yong sneered, although he could hear that she was deliberately provoking him, but he thought that if he didn't fight today, it seemed that he couldn't dodge, and he could also dissipate her arrogance by the way, and replied one by one: "Then I'll learn Dongying Kendo." ”

Seeing that he agreed, although his face did not show anything, Fujiwara Lichi snickered in his heart, and said secretly: "Wang Yong, I made you feel better today." With that, he turned around and walked towards the locker room.

Seeing Fujiwara Lichi's appearance of being determined to win, Ouyang Feifei couldn't help but worry, but then she thought to herself, it's good to teach Wang Yong a lesson, and he won't be honest in the future, so he looked at him and said, "Wang Yong, although you have rough skin and thick meat, I don't think they are simple, you should be careful." ”

Wang Yong took a sip of the cup of tea and said: "Don't forget, I also stayed in the special forces, it's okay, I can't die." ”

"Well, godfather, I believe in you, come on." Maomao looked immature, and said with a small fist. provoked a few people to laugh.

The sound of clogs came from the sound of clogs, and I saw Fujiwara Lichi coming over in a black dress, with a black belt in the middle, and a pair of jade feet wrapped in white socks under the skirt of the dress appeared from time to time.

With a bamboo knife in his hand and a helmet guard at his waist, he has the image of a samurai. The eyes of the two women lit up, and they couldn't help but look at it twice, Fujiwara Lichi at this time was obviously like the quiet and elegant when he was wearing a kimono just now.

Of course, Wang Yong knew in his heart that as the sect master of the Ninja Sect, even if she didn't have this dress, if she really wanted to reveal her prototype, she would definitely be able to kill people thousands of miles away. Now that he is dressed up, he just doesn't want to reveal his identity too much, since this is the case, he will definitely not be ruthless to him, so he also needs to be cautious, so that he will not be found out when he fights.

Fujiwara Riike walked to the dojo on her own, near the edge, and took off her clogs. In the center of the dojo, there were still a few samurai, and they all bowed and retreated to the edge, seeing her whispering something to the dozen or so samurai, and then kneeling around one after another, leaving only her and one samurai in the center of the dojo.

Suddenly, I saw her stretch out a bamboo knife, clasped her hands, pointed at Wang Yong under the small pavilion, and slashed the bamboo knife.

The two women in the small pavilion were shocked first, and immediately turned to look at Wang Yong, but saw that he had slowly walked to the stage, and wanted to say something, but it seemed that it was too late, so they could only pray for him in their hearts.

Near the edge, a warrior got up to block Wang Yong who was moving forward, and looked down at his shoeed feet. Seeing that the man was in the way, Wang Yong moved forward, raised his hand to hit the warrior's forearm, and the palm of his hand swiped along the big arm towards his armpit, and with a little force, the man's body shook, and he took two steps back, almost falling. Seeing this, the other samurai prepared one after another, looking eager to try.

Seeing this, several people looked at Fujiwara Liike, and saw her turn and walk to the edge, kneeling there, as if they wanted to see some good show. Seeing this, the other samurai understood what she meant and retreated.

A warrior saw Wang Yong walk to the center of the field, salute shallowly, and then clasped his fists with both hands to open the posture, and before Wang Yong could react, he turned his body after a rapid impact, and raised a kick like Wang Yong's face.

How could Wang Yong put these people in his eyes, only turned around slightly, and easily dodged, but because he was worried about leaking too much, he pretended to be difficult on the surface.

When the man saw a kick in the air, he turned around and took two steps into the air, and his body quickly soared into the air, his calves bent, and a straight fist struck. Wang Yong pulled out the stance, and when he saw that the man was about to get closer, he suddenly stretched out a big foot and hit the man's leg directly, and the warrior's body quickly fell. Wang Yong took advantage of the situation to raise his knee and hit him heavily on his forehead, the man was seriously injured again, his body was hit by the force and fell back, and he lay on the ground with a bang, rolling in pain.

In fact, Wang Yong has already shown a lot of mercy at his feet, if he plays normally, this person can be killed without moving with just one move.

Seeing this, the other samurai around were taken aback, and they all looked at Fujiwara Lichi, seeing that she was unmoved, as if she meant something, and then two more samurai got up, one in front of one after the other in Wang Yong. also shallow salute, pulling away from the stance, the two of them met with one eye and quickly began to attack. I saw the two of them attacking Wang Yong together, and Wang Yong cursed in his heart: "Damn, it's not over yet." ”

Immediately leaned over to deal with it, and saw that a person in front of him directly stretched out his foot to attack his lower body, and without thinking, he must have surpassed his upper body to greet him. Without thinking about it anymore, he rolled forward one by one on the spot, his feet instantly clasped the one leg of the visitor, his back pressed against the ground, as if he used all his strength, quickly turned his body, and swung backwards with the predecessor. It didn't smash diagonally on the body of the person who was hanging in the air, and immediately let go of his feet, and the two collided and were thrown far away, both of them falling to the ground.

Before he could recover his senses, four more samurai stood up around him. Wang Yong couldn't hide his anger in his heart, presumably this was arranged by the woman Fujiwara Lichi, and suddenly remembered a sentence "Mess with something, don't mess with women" It's good now, set yourself on fire, it's endless, just solve it once. Seeing that he suddenly stretched out a hand, pointed at the few people who were still sitting one by one, and made a "come" posture with one hand, obviously to challenge everything.

A few people looked at Fujiwara Lichi again, at this time she was also thinking, it seems that Wang Yong still has some ability, if he can defeat the next few people, he is really not to be underestimated, and then nodded to the samurai, expressing agreement.

Four people stood up together, and five warriors stood up, all around Wang Yong, all of them were strong and strong, and their eyes revealed murderous intent.

"Fei Fei, what is Dongying's police number?" Seeing more than a dozen warriors surrounding Wang Yong, Qin Wanrou began to worry, her face was constantly surging with nervousness, and a pair of hands tightly held Ouyang Feifei's forearms, and asked timidly.

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