The four big characters, which can be called iron painting silver hooks, but are particularly dazzling, are deeply engraved on the wooden plaque, and also seem to be deeply engraved on the hearts of the four people of Huo Tingen, these four words, since the beginning of the Opium War, have been detained on the bodies of all Chinese, until now. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What do you mean!!"

After Huo Tingen saw it clearly, he instantly rose up and asked loudly.

"Oh? Why is Pavilion Master Huo angry? Look at this wood, but your Chinese best small leaf red sandalwood, can be said to be priceless, and then look at this word, this is our most famous calligraphy master in Japan to tell the story, the same is priceless, is the owner of Huo not satisfied with this gift? ”

When Hashimoto Hiroshi saw Huo Tingen's anger, he didn't care at all, but introduced the value of the plaque itself at a glance, only to hear that Huo Tingen and the four of them were angry and wanted to kill each other, but they also knew that this was the territory of the Japanese, and they were afraid that these Japanese would like them to do it first, so that they would have a reason to leave a few of them.

"Such a precious gift, we Jingwumen can't afford it, hum! Give it back to you! ”

The tailor holding the plaque gently touched his foot and threw the plaque back towards Mizukawa.

"How can there be any reason to take back the gifts that are given? Don't worry, this gift is perfect for you Chinese, so take it!! ”

When Mizuhe Nan saw the plaque smashing towards him, he didn't show any nervousness, but instead pushed it over again.

"Wait!"

The thoughtful fried ghost suddenly spoke at this time,

"Mr. Hashimoto, we accepted this gift."

"Huh? Ghosts? ”

The tailor was stunned, the plaque in his hand fell to the ground, and he did not shoot again.

"Now, this plaque belongs to our Jingwu Sect, right?"

Ignoring the tailor's doubts and Huo Tingen's doubts, the fried ghost stepped forward directly to take the plaque, and laughed loudly,

"Pavilion Master! Our Jingwu family has a big business, and there are a lot more people who have eaten recently, and there is not enough firewood. Ah Qiang! Tailor! Firewood! ”

Saying that, the fried ghost directly threw away the plaque in his hand, and the coolie who had been silent also showed a rare smile, jumped up directly, and kicked the plaque made of small leaf red sandalwood, which was indeed valuable, into two halves.

And the tailor did not show weakness when he saw this, and attacked with both fists, directly smashing the two halves of the plaque even more, when the firewood was not too big, his mouth couldn't help but say excitedly,

"Haha, the hell really has you! That's right, it's grown so big, and I haven't cooked it with small-leaved rosewood! Be sure to eat two more bowls when you go back! ”

Huo Tingen, who had been silent, saw this, and also smiled again, he was really afraid of losing the face of the Jingwu Sect and even the Chinese in his hands, fortunately.

"Huh?"

Seeing that this Chinese had destroyed the plaque in front of him, Mizukawa couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he was about to attack, but he didn't want to be on the other side of Hashimoto Koichi but took the lead in saying,

"Since you have accepted the gift, we are relieved, come on! When the word went out, it was said that our Hongkou Dojo sent a plaque to the Jingwu Gate, and the Jingwu Gate,"

Speaking of this, Hashimoto Koichi had a deliberate pause, and then said with a sinister face,

"Jingwumen has accepted it."

"Hayi!"

A waiter on the side said yes and walked away quickly.

"Stop!!"

Hearing Hiroshi Hashimoto speak, Huo Tingen, who felt bad, couldn't help but change his face drastically after listening to his plan, good guy, if this is publicized according to Hiroichi Hashimoto, the reputation of Jingwumen will be ruined, so just close the door, so when he saw that this waiter was leaving, he couldn't help but want to step forward to stop him.

"Hehe, what is the Huo Pavilion Master anxious about? I don't know what I'm saying, but is it wrong? ”

Hiroichi Hashimoto stretched out his hand to stop Huo Tingen, who had already gotten up, but the smile on his face still kept saying,

"I think so, why don't we take a gamble?"

Seeing that Hiroichi Hashimoto was blocking himself, and the three fried ghosts were all blocked by the three of Mizuka, although Huo Tingen was anxious, he had to say,

"Bet on what? How to bet? ”

"It's very simple, we are all martial artists, naturally we bet on winning or losing, you and I have three people each, two wins in three games, how about it? As long as you win, I will naturally send someone to recover the person from before, and publish a newspaper to admit that your Jingwumen is not the sick man of East Asia, how about it? ”

In order to lure Huo Tingen into the bait, Hashimoto Koichi had to put forward a gamble, and even offered conditions for publishing in the newspaper, but there was no way, now that the consuls of the four countries were there, the coercion could not be achieved, so he could only find a way to get Huo Tingen to agree in person.

"Good! I agreed! ”

For the sake of the reputation of the Jingwu Sect, Huo Tingen agreed after a little thought, compared to three games, the three fried ghosts beside him are all at the peak of their strength, and they have been following the great master of the Baodan Realm to charter the public penance for many days, in terms of strength, how can it not be worse than these three Japanese.

"Don't worry, the sword has no eyes, there is a life and death certificate here, everyone, have you signed it?"

Looking at the triumphant Hashimoto Koichi, Huo Tingen couldn't help but turn his head to look at the three fried ghosts with an ugly face, although he could agree to come down to compete on behalf of the three of them, but he couldn't sign the life and death certificate on behalf of them, this kind of thing needs to be personally agreed.

When the fried ghost, the tailor, and the coolie saw Huo Tingen's expression, they all smiled slightly, and each stepped forward and wrote their names.

Huo Tingen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and of course the Japanese, they were really afraid that the Jingwumen would still not agree, fortunately, the Chinese attached great importance to reputation.

"Hey, good! Jingwumen is really atmospheric! Four, now life and death are signed, fists and feet have no eyes, please move. ”

Hiroichi Hashimoto put away the life and death situation, deliberately praised it, and then asked the consul of the four countries, who saw Huo Tingen himself and was helpless, provoked him, and then took two steps back, beckoned his subordinates to withdraw the seat of the consul of the four countries and came to the corner.

And Tsuchihara Quan and Hoshiro, who had been silent, saw this, and they also retreated separately, leaving Mizugano in the center of the venue.

"Humph! Who will be sent to death first! ”

Mizuga, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, saw that all preparations were ready, and couldn't help but speak out viciously.

"Let me come first, shall you?"

The four people of the Jingwu Sect who don't know much about the three of them on the Japanese side, except for Huo Tingen, who only has a dark energy realm and definitely can't make a move, the strength of the other three is about the same.

Among them, the fried ghost has the advantage of weapons, the strongest strength, and the tailor's realm is the highest, the Hong family's iron fist is hard bridge and hard horse, good at hard touching, and the coolie who has always been taciturn is the youngest, the best physical strength, good at durability, it can be said that they have their own strengths, at this time, the tailor volunteered to fight first, and the other two did not object.

"Please!"

As soon as the tailor hugged his fist, he put on the starting style of the Hong family's iron fist, because he knew that there would be a fight, so he had already put the iron ring on his wrist before coming, so his hands clanked for a while, and he looked so imposing.

"Huh? Hung family iron fist? Is it you? (To be continued.) )