"Two days first-class?"

Momoi Nobuyhiro watched Chen Hong's impenetrable sword swing, and remembered the endless fury of his old friend Tansheng Iwanfuzai.

Chen Hongjian naturally hasn't studied first-class for two days, but he has read the original book!

The trick to using the first two days is to have strong enough arms, and then hold a long knife in each hand. Holding a knife with one hand is not like holding a knife with both hands, there will be dead corners that cannot be taken into account, random slashing is different, 360 degrees have no dead ends, as long as you have enough strength, the speed is fast enough.

As for the indiscriminate, does this still need to be taught?

Chen Hong gradually danced with his two knives, and slashed at Momoi Shinfan with the momentum of thunder

The blade of the Japanese sword is thin, and although it is like cutting a melon, if it is a long-term collision between the knife and the knife, the disadvantage of the blade will be exposed.

A large net like a black cloud shrouded Momoi Nobuyoshi, constantly compressing the space behind him.

The sound of metal striking lasted for a long time, and even with the toughness of a child's cut, there were inevitably a few curls on the blade.

As the scabbard and long sword continued to move, Chen Hong gradually felt as if he had found a technique, paying more attention to the use of his wrist when swinging, so that he needed to consume several percent less energy.

Gradually, Momoi Nobuyhiro was forced to a place less than ten centimeters from the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

And Chen Honggradually stretched Zhaoshuang to the back of his waist, and the blade of the sword slashed through a semicircle, slashing horizontally towards Momoi Nobuyoshi's head, and Momoi Nobuyoshi held the knife with both hands and slashed straight away.

However, the sword that had been slashed away turned over, and slapped the boy who was chopped by Momoi Nobushihiro with the sword body, and the scabbard of his left hand slapped heavily on Momoi Nobuyoshi's face with a strong wind.

The black scabbard knocked Momoi Nobuyhiro to the ground with great force, and the boy he was holding was also out of balance at the moment of being hit hard, and was picked up by the frost because he couldn't use his strength, and stuck straight into the ground.

"It's worthy of the Mirror Heart Wise Stream."

Chen Hong gradually put his sword back into its sheath, the corners of his mouth curled, and he turned to leave.

The back of Gu Gao, full of sarcastic words, reminded the seventy-two-year-old man of the same invincible back of the year, the man who defeated all the masters of all schools of thought in Japan at that time as soon as he came to Japan.

At the age of ten, he witnessed Ange defeat his father and the powerhouses of various schools in a few moves, and that scene became his nightmare, and he will never forget the guy who used the door plaques of all schools as firewood.

And today, he seems to see the figure of the person back then.

Outside Nezu Shrine, the sun sets quietly and imperceptibly.

Chen Hong gradually walked down the road, lined with cherry blossom trees.

The cherry blossoms on the tree look like single-petaled peach blossoms, but the flowers are smaller than the peach blossoms, and the flower shape is not as beautiful as the peach blossom.

It seems that it was affected by the typhoon that passed through the country a few days ago, and the branches of the trees and the cherry blossoms drooped downward, as if a Japanese woman bent down and smiled.

However, Chen Hongjian was not in the mood to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

He is now being calculated by the Snake Qi Eight Family and the Fierce Ghost People at the same time, and the only one who can help in Japan is Ruri Kazama, and the others, he can't trust them at all.

Although Asuya and the Ryoma clan have a good relationship with him, he doesn't think that such a relationship is good enough to turn against the Snake Qi Eight family for him.

Tortoise, if there is no Tachibana Masamune, there is no Snake Qi Eight Family, he is definitely a reliable partner until death, but he is always the young master of the Snake Qi Eight Family, the head of the Yuan family.

Ruri Kazama is the only person he can trust at the moment, not how trustworthy Ruri Kazama is, but Ruri Kazama must rely on his "help" if she wants to reconcile with Gen Zhisheng. Ruri Kazama thinks that he has certain information and evidence that can prove that there is a problem with Tachibana Masamune's identity, so when he deals with Tachibana Masamune in the future, he needs Chen Hong's gradual contribution.

But Ruri Kazama is not free, he will be controlled by the king's general, and the sound of the bang is also something Ruri Kazama can't resist.

Standing on the road where people come and go, Chen Hong gradually felt a strong sense of loneliness, and couldn't help sighing.

Natsumi, I miss you.

But he didn't want to tell Natsumi that he missed her, and once he said that, with Natsumi's understanding of him, he would definitely guess that he must be in trouble, and might even come to Tokyo to find him.

But he didn't want Xia Mi to come, Tokyo was too dangerous, there was Herzog, who was obsessed with usurping the authority of the White King, and who also mastered the two strongest underworld forces in Japan and a controllable Deadpool army, and Gen Zhisheng, whose combat power was much stronger than Chu Zihang, who had exploded blood twice, and he didn't want his girl to risk it for herself.

What's more, Xia Mi should be laid out in Beijing now, otherwise she wouldn't have hoped that he would leave Beijing.

Xia Mi's layout must be for her and Fenrir's safety, and Chen Honggradually did not want Xia Mi to give up his plans in Beijing for his sake.

In this way, Chen Hong gradually wandered on the road in a daze, and the sky gradually became dark. But the streets on both sides are still lit up because it's a food street.

Suddenly, a rich mixture of aromas gradually pulled Chen Hong back to reality from his state of confusion.

The rumbling sound of his stomach made him realize that he was a little hungry, and Chen Hong gradually began to look around him.

This is the street behind the back gate of the National University of Tokyo, less than two kilometers from Nezu Shrine.

This is the time when business is at its best on this street, and the street is full of students in school uniforms who walk into one restaurant after another.

Chen Hong gradually shook his somewhat drowsy head and looked at a wooden van parked on the side of the street.

This rickshaw is known in Japan as the "ラーメンya trolley" and is designed for chefs who walk the streets to sell ramen.

It seems that the house trolley is not big, but it is a sparrow, although it is small, and it has all kinds of organs.

The blue canopy creates an intimate space for customers, and under the canopy are several wooden stools, in front of which is a long table, where guests sit and wait, while the ramen chef cooks the noodles in the car. The soup pots and ingredients are neatly arranged on the cutting board, and the corners and corners of the carriage are clean, leaving a good impression on the customers.

Although the environment of the roof is still slightly inferior to those "famous ramen" that are open in shops, the taste is not much worse, and the price is much lower than those "famous ramen". Therefore, most of the people who go to the yadola to eat ramen are poor students at the University of Tokyo.

Chen Hong gradually walked to the roof and wanted to sit down and experience the ramen, but suddenly realized that he did not have yen in cash.

He's been in Japan for a few months, and he doesn't have much to spend, except for the one time he visited Akihabara.

Meals are provided by the hotel and the Kanto branch, and some people who like small snacks from the hotel also have them delivered to his room regularly. And some entertainment activities and dinners, the wise Asu Ya and they have never let Chen Hong, who is a guest, pay for it.

So, he only had a few hundred dollars in cash and a few credit and bank cards.

"Miscalculated." Chen Hong couldn't help but slap his forehead.

At this time, a hearty voice came into his ears.

"Young man, are you interested in eating a bowl of ramen with the old man?"

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