There was an exclamation from the crowd, and everyone avoided the sword qi that exploded violently.

When all the dust settled, a figure rose from the crowd in embarrassment.

The man's face was dead, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

His lips squirmed several times, but he didn't say a word.

Dongfang Jianchen stood in the ring, his face was very calm, as if he had done an ordinary thing.

He looked at Fu Dongliu in the crowd, and then he silently walked out of the ring, which was already a mess.

"Yes, don't say that I taught you this sword technique that fell from the sky." Although Ding Xiaoyi was saying words of approval, there was a little displeasure in his eyes.

"I'll pay attention next time", Dongfang Jianchen's face turned pale.

He was not complacent because he defeated the Goguryeo kendo legend this time, he naturally understood the true meaning of what Ding Xiaoyi said.

If he encounters a real powerhouse, Dongfang Jianchen will definitely die after using this method.

The reason why he easily defeated Fu Dongliu was because Fu Dongliu had been shocked by Dongfang Jianchen's terrifying strength.

And in order to be cool, he used the trick of breaking the weapon, which was obviously a big taboo.

This trick also worked, but it would have worked even better if he had used the Soul Breaker move, and he wouldn't put himself in a desperate situation.

"There is no next time, you have to remember that if you are wrong once, you will not have any chance, which means that you are dead, and what chance does a dead person have."

"Go back to practicing the sword drawing pose ten thousand times, and you still haven't comprehended the nine swords

When you comprehend the mystery of these nine swords, you can use these nine swords." Ding Xiaoyi scolded Dongfang Jianchen sharply.

He didn't want this kendo genius to lose his life because of his momentary coolness, if he didn't teach him a profound lesson, Dongfang Jianchen wouldn't have a long memory.

After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's reprimand, Dongfang Jianchen didn't say a word, he turned around and left silently.

"Wouldn't you be too harsh like this, he is still young after all, and it is understandable to play some petty temperament." Prince Geng on the side saw Dongfang Jianchen's lonely back, and he couldn't bear to say to Ding Xiaoyi.

"It's a good seedling, I'd rather he don't have this sword than see a dead Dongfang Jianchen." Ding Xiaoyi said to Prince Geng with a solemn face.

He naturally had nothing to say about Dongfang Jianchen's performance, but that last move made him very annoyed.

Although there is no specific order for the Dugu Nine Swords, each sword, one move, and one style is a series of its own.

But this Dongfang Jianchen is still too young after all, and he will not play cards as usual, but how can he be sloppy in the battle with the enemy.

"This king can't say you, he is the one you taught, or you can suppress him." Prince Geng sighed and said to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Strength determines everything, you go and get busy first, by the way, when you see that Quan Shilong, you will call him Dog Shilong. Goguryeo also wants to wade into this troubled water, which is simply looking for death."

Ding Xiaoyi naturally knew that this was a game against Dayong, but he didn't know who the mastermind was, but he believed that the mastermind would appear soon.

The mastermind should have taken a fancy to Dongfang Jianchen, so this is it

directed this farce.

Could it be the Apocalama or the Tensho?

Ding Xiaoyi said hello to Luo Qiang, and he squeezed out of the crowd.

When he appeared outside the inn, he smelled a familiar aroma.

This is the kind of rouge gouache that is commonly used on Yumiko's body.

Ding Xiaoyi was furious in his heart, obviously the person behind the curtain had noticed him.

He and Luo Qiang left the wine shop in a hurry, and did not take Yuiko with them.

He could imagine that Yukiko might have been in a hurry to find her, and then she was kidnapped by the person behind the scenes.

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Is this exactly what you want, old fellow?" Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but scold angrily in his heart.

That day, the ninja knew that he had begun to stir up the storm in the capital of the Fuso King, but he still asked Yukiko to find him.

He didn't persuade Yukiko, apparently the ninja had calculated all of this that day.

"Women who dare to touch Lao Tzu, whether you are Tianzhao or Tiandi, Lao Tzu will also tear down your old nest." Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think resentfully in his heart.

The faint aroma hadn't completely disappeared, and it was clear that the person behind the curtain was trying to lure him in.

But he didn't have time to think about it so much, whether it was Longtan Tiger's Den or what, he had to break through.

Since the other party is so deliberate and wants to see him, then he can't cooperate with it.

He looked for the fragrance of Yumiko and walked like a wandering soul in the streets of this royal capital.

The man behind the curtain was incomparably cunning, and as he walked back and forth in the street, the scent began to fade, but he could still detect it.

A faint scent of fragrance was directed towards the king

All in a remote bungalow area.

The scale of this bungalow is far beyond the luxury of the neighborhood.

Looking at the low bungalow, Ding Xiaoyi's face did not change much.

He slipped into a small alley that could only accommodate his figure.

He stopped when he reached the middle of the alley.

For he saw a withered old man standing in the middle of the alley with a cane.

Ding Xiaoyi was slightly stunned when he saw the old man who looked like a withered tree, and the old man gave him a familiar feeling.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a faint sneer appeared on his face.

It's actually this old guy, how did he forget this old guy.

"Who am I, it turns out to be the old-timer of the Anjin family!" Ding Xiaoyi smiled freely, and then greeted the old man who looked like a withered tree.

"Envoy Ding, the old man has been waiting here for a long time." The hoarse voice of the withered old man rang out.

The voice was like the terrified voice of the night owl.

However, Ding Xiaoyi didn't have any fear, he knew that the other party was going to lead him here, and he was not ready to fight.

He didn't expect that what he saw was actually the elder of the Anjin family, no wonder this withered old man was so similar to the third elder of the Anjin family.

"Please lead the way," Ding Xiaoyi smiled and said to the withered old man.

The withered old man led the way in front with a cane, and Ding Xiaoyi also looked around curiously.

He found that there were no runes around him, and there was no dangerous aura. His consciousness had already spread.

All he saw was a group of ordinary city dwellers, and this bungalow area was all about

The most ordinary people of this royal capital.

The layout of the bungalow was much smaller than the residences of the commoners in the capital of the Great Yonghuang Emperor.

The whole country of Fuso gave him a stingy feeling, even the royal palace, including the royal capital.

It's good to get used to it, but Ding Xiaoyi secretly comforts himself.

The withered old man staggered and moved slowly.

And Ding Xiaoyi is not in a hurry, he feels that he still has time, and he has enough patience.

was only a hundred feet away, and the withered old man actually walked for a quarter of an hour, and Ding Xiaoyi slowly followed behind the other party.

Then the withered old man stopped in front of a ruined courtyard.

The old man opened the door of the courtyard tremblingly, and what greeted Ding Xiaoyi's eyes was an ordinary courtyard.

There were a few dead trees in the courtyard that had long since lost their life, just like this old man who was about to die, without any life or vitality.

Ding Xiaoyi was secretly vigilant in his heart, there was nothing special in this dilapidated courtyard.

Then he went straight into the courtyard, and he saw several middle-aged Fuso warriors dressed as middle-aged people

The man was sitting cross-legged at a small square table.

The middle-aged men dressed as ordinary samurai were also ordinary.

If it weren't for the remnants of the rouge gouache commonly used by Yumizi here, Ding Xiaoyi even suspected that he had come to an ordinary Fusang royal family.

Their appearance and their clothes are extremely ordinary, just ordinary ordinary people.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at these ordinary middle-aged warriors, and these ordinary middle-aged warriors also looked at him.

"Everyone, I'm already here, can you let Yumiko go?" Ding Xiao

A bright smile appeared on Oto's face, and he said to the ordinary Fuso samurai.

Hearing Ding Xiaoyi's words, those Fuso warriors didn't make any moves.

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