Ono and his party ignored them at all, and walked straight towards He Jianghai.

"Mr. He, I'm really offended, this kind of thing can happen in the museum."

Ono and his entourage, extremely religious, bowed ninety degrees to He Jianghai.

"Get these guys out!"

After a moment, Ono and his party immediately turned around and opened their mouths to scold.

With Fujita Yuka by his side, of course He Jianghai is clear about what he says.

In fact, he didn't even need to translate the last sentence, and he knew the meaning of Ono's party.

What the?

Yang Zhan and his entourage were completely confused.

"President Ono, what's going on?"

Yang Zhan saw at this time that He Jianghai's identity was definitely not trivial.

"It's not going on, Mr. He is my father's guest, and he is a guest invited by my father personally, you don't need to say more, you are the persona non grata of my Taidao Pavilion."

Ono and his party said indifferently.

After he spoke, in an instant, Yang Zhan and everyone could only be stunned.

"She beat my daughter, what's the matter?"

Where can Zhou Yuting stand this, her shrew upper body, pointing to Ono and his party, and also pointing to He Jianghai.

Brush!

Suddenly, a clear cloud of smoke rose from the ground.

In front of the Zhongxin Pavilion, the bluestone slab under Zhou Yuting's feet suddenly burst out, and there was a sound of stones burning in the air.

Ono and his entourage, I don't know when, someone actually pulled out a knife.

Zhou Yuting was so frightened that she screamed again, and hurriedly retreated into the crowd.

The Seventh Taidao Pavilion, the quintessence of the country.

At present, there are many so-called knife houses in the country of Izuri, but most of them are turned to civilian use.

The swords in its collection, what the hair is broken, the edge of the treasure knife is upward, and then the paper falls, divided in half, which is too common.

In the Seventh Taidao Pavilion, Yang Zhan and his party have also seen too many displays, which are more amazing than falling paper.

Previously, Zhou Yuting almost became an experiment.

"Shut your beak!"

Yang Zhan's face was blue, he scolded Zhou Yuting, and gave Xiao Ye and his party an apology one after another.

Zhou Yuting forcibly endured her emotions and almost scared out of her urine.

After waiting for another moment, Yang Zhan hurriedly led everyone and hurriedly went to the outside of the Taidao Pavilion.

As for He Jianghai, he looked at those figures and felt funny.

Ono and his entourage, still apologizing to him once, were extremely respectful, and invited him into the Tadanobu Hall.

Outside the Taidao Pavilion, there were dozens of people in a group, extremely embarrassed.

Yang Zhan was furious.

At the moment, he took his peers to spray, and came to Japan to play, and to make contacts.

Where did I think that there would be such a result, my stomach was full of anger.

"You woman, you can lose my face for ten lifetimes today!"

I couldn't suppress my anger in my heart, Yang Zhan split his head and covered his face in front of people, and he was a pass to Zhou Yuting.

"What's my business?"

Zhou Yuting was a little annoyed, although she was angry today, and her urine was almost scared, but at the moment, she was indeed a little unconvinced.

"Damn, if you don't keep a low profile, you'll have something to do next time......"

With a slap, Yang Zhan had already beaten out in front of everyone.

The beating made Zhou Yuting cry and make trouble, and outside the Taidao Pavilion, naturally everyone looked sideways.

As for the culprit, Yang Zhan's baby daughter Yang Ya, she was smart, and she took advantage of the temporary war to burn her, and ran away with a smoke.

The scene is also fun.

……

He Jianghai and Fujita Yuka were waiting, and soon an old man in a traditional kimono appeared in front of them.

He carried a large knife behind him, which was more than five feet long and four feet short, which was close to the height of a junior high school student.

This is exactly the current day of the country, one of the so-called three sword saints Ono Junliang.

"Junra Ono has seen Mr. He."

Ono Junliang was extremely polite in front of He Jianghai.

"Master Ono is too polite."

He Jianghai is neither humble nor arrogant.

Junliang Ono is not only the great sword master of the Izuri Kingdom, but also the most famous master of the Taidao Clan.

However, now the other party invited him over, just because at sea, someone had seen his combat power.

Martial arts are respected, Ono Junliang is in front of him, he doesn't dare to be respectful, and he doesn't need to look too highly at the other party.

"The martial arts of a great country are amazing, and the martial arts of the country of the sun are really incomparable."

Later, Ono Junliang was polite again.

"This sword is faithfulness!"

The current scene, of course, is not the time to be humble to each other, and soon, Ono Junliang has taken off the big sword behind his back and wants to show it to He Jianghai.

Under the gaze of everyone, the chill flashed slightly, and the knife was already supported by the entourage.

And Ono Junliang, slowly drawing the knife, the sound of the knife sounded slightly, which penetrated into the bones, making people feel a little uncomfortable.

Fuji Guoyuxiang, who was beside He Jianghai, changed his expression early.

The faithful sword, one of the three famous swords handed down from the Izuhi Kingdom, is said to contain the will of the Ono family, which has been passed down for more than 300 years.

After a moment, Fujita Yuka reached out and pressed her arm, just because a tuft of hair appeared on her arm.

The knife roared non-stop, the knife qi was released, and her hair was cut off for no reason.

His expression was stunned.

In another moment, the sun shone into the church of the faithful and became brighter.

The sound of the screaming knife suddenly became rhythmically disordered, and after a moment, it changed from disorder to softness.

In a few breaths, the sword intent in the entire Faithful Hall completely disappeared, and there was not a trace left.

Even the sword rays that were still scattering on the faithful knife have disappeared and can no longer be captured.

"Is this the method of the sun?"

Junliang Ono threw the knife halfway, he sighed slightly, gave up and continued to draw the knife, the knife was already in the sheath.

Martial arts are respected, regardless of country.

He Jianghai showed his hand on the sea, and Ono Junliang was naturally shocked.

However, even if he knew it, he was definitely not He Jianghai's opponent, and it was impossible for him to be without temptation.

At present, his so-called flat emotions can no longer be suppressed.

The method of the day?

After Ono Junliang spoke, the disciples of the Taidao Pavilion, including Ono and his party, were shocked again.

Taidao is made, cold and hot forging method, water and oil quenching, and ten thousand refining steel.

For the people of the Ono family, every time they hit a sword, it is also a practice.

It is rumored that the Faithful Knife was formed, and it went through a total of 1,800 processes, and it went through three generations.

Although the rumors are not verifiable, the sword intent of this knife is powerful, and it is not without reason.

The Ono family is also a family that will build a sword, 1,800 processes, and completely master it.

The so-called day-by-day method is one of the few that is only in legends, and even if it is the Ono family, it cannot be mastered.

That's the mystery of God.

"The master of the Ono family has misunderstood, I don't know how to do it day by day."

He Jianghai smiled.

As soon as he spoke, there was a look of disappointment in Ono Junliang's eyes.

The mystery of the gods, the supreme secret technique, even if he sees it, it is impossible for others to tell him easily, which is understandable.

At the same time, Fujita Yuka hurriedly took out the small knife.