Ota Odate.

In order to celebrate Zhou Ming's accession, Oda Heizou specially held a grand dinner to invite the "ministers" to meet this new "colleague" together.

Although Zhou Ming has always emphasized that he and Oda Heizou are in a cooperative relationship, many times, it doesn't matter what you say, it matters how others believe it.

So, when he saw Oda Heizou's excessive enthusiasm for Zhou Ming, and was considered by the "ministers" to be Oda Heizou's "favor", the jealousy and dissatisfaction with Zhou Ming, a "newcomer", spontaneously arose among everyone and quickly fermented.

Then, the provocation and disappointment of the newcomer also followed.

A diminutive samurai stood up from his seat, walked to the center of the main hall, and bowed to Oda Heizo, who was sitting upright.

"Your Excellency!" The five short warriors said in a sullen voice: "I heard that Zhou Jun is a powerful warrior, why don't you let you compete with Zhou Jun in Xia and enliven the atmosphere of this dinner?" ”

Here it comes!

Everyone was in good spirits.

"Hmm, what's this......" Oda Heizou pretended to hesitate and looked at Zhou Ming who was sitting on his left hand: "Zhou Jun, what do you think?" ”

As soon as these words came out, many people had ideas in their hearts, and a few obscure eyes passed to each other, and there was a tacit understanding immediately.

Among these people, some of them have some understanding of what happened during the day, and they can guess a little bit of Oda Heizou's meaning, and some don't know, but it does not prevent them from wanting to test Zhou Ming and watch the lively mentality by the way.

As a result, pairs of eyes fell on Zhou Ming, and the attention of the entire hall gradually focused on him.

Zhou Ming stared at the food on the small wooden table in front of him without saying a word.

Everyone in the hall, including Oda Heizou, was kneeling on the ground, only Zhou Ming was sitting cross-legged, nothing else, not adaptable!

Oda Heizou didn't say anything about his maverick, and of course others wouldn't say anything.

Zhou Ming only felt that this was a small problem at first, it was just a cultural difference, and he passed with patience, but when the food came up, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Taiyaki, tofu, chicken soup, pickled radish, rice is chazuke, gone......

It's okay to eat such a meal on a regular basis, but what kind of place is this, a dinner party held by the daimyo!

That's it?

The level of economic development of an era can be glimpsed from the diet.

With just this meal, it can be seen that the Tosho island country under Momonosuke Nohara is by no means rich.

Even the daimyo's dinner party was so mixed that there was no need to think about what the daily meals of the common people looked like.

"Momonosuke Nohara, a demon king, a tyrant, hehe, the evaluation given by the main god is really accurate......"

"Zhou Jun? Zhou Jun! ”

Oda Heizou's shouts called Zhou Ming back from his contemplation.

"Huh?" Zhou Ming's thoughts were interrupted, and he raised his head with some dissatisfaction.

Collecting the dissatisfaction emanating from Zhou Ming, Oda Heizo was a little annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it, but said with a smile:

"Zhou Jun, tonight's banquet is for you, how can you be so low-key if you are the protagonist? Why don't you have a trick with Nojiri-kun, show a few hands, and enliven the atmosphere? ”

"Tricks?" Only then did Zhou Ming turn his gaze to the short warrior in the field, and squinted his eyes: "With him?" ”

"Yes, right down!" The short samurai had a feeling of being despised and immediately became angry, patted the wooden knife at his waist, and shouted loudly.

For safety reasons, swords were not allowed at this kind of banquet, so the samurai chose to wear this decorative wooden sword to maintain the samurai's honor of "man in sword".

"Oh? How are you better than Shun Takeuchi? ”

Shun Takeuchi?

The short samurai was slightly shocked when he heard this name, he had been a defeated subordinate of Takeuchi Shun, but he was still young at that time, and Takeuchi Shun was already a master of fame, and now after several years of hard training, he has long been confident that he is far stronger than Takeuchi Shun.

"When he mentioned Takeuchi Shun at this time, did he know that I had been defeated by Takeuchi Shun and deliberately wanted to humiliate me?"

At the thought of this, a nameless fire rose in the dwarf samurai's heart.

It's a pity that he is not well-informed, he doesn't know what happened during the day today, and he doesn't know that Takeuchi Shun is dead, otherwise he would never have such thoughts in his heart.

So I heard the short samurai shouting: "Takeuchi Shun is just a dying old man, how can he compare him with me!" If you think you're not as good as Shun Takeuchi, then you don't even need to compare! ”

As soon as these words came out, the short samurai only felt happy, as if he had seen the surprised and admiring gazes of his colleagues around him, and the reuse of the daimyo...... Then, he heard Zhou Ming's understated answer.

"Okay, take it!"

Zhou Ming urged the Ghost Shadow Gu, his body was like a ghost, and he appeared in front of the warrior in a flash.

The warrior was shocked, and was about to draw his sword to defend, when he saw Zhou Ming's right index finger and middle finger together, pointing towards his eyebrows.

"No weapons! Hand knives? The samurai was stunned for a moment, a thought flashed in his heart like lightning, and then suddenly, as if he had understood the other party's thoughts.

"It seems that he also wants to have a good relationship with me, replace the knife with his hands, and learn from each other twice, and stop at the point, no one will lose their share, everyone is happy, well, this colleague ......"

Laugh at!

The sound of flesh being cut through made the samurai's mind come to a standstill.

He looked at Zhou Ming, looking at the translucent sword qi extending between Zhou Ming's two fingers together, the shock that had just risen in his eyes slowly turned into dead silence.

Second turn Sword Qi Gu!

Whoa!

All four are shocked!

Some people fell backwards, two trembling in pairs, some leaned forward and almost lay on the table, some people stood up too quickly and knocked over the dishes, and some people looked sluggish and couldn't believe it.

"Condense into a blade!"

"The legendary condensation into a blade, is it actually true?"

"this young man,, what is the ...... of this young man" (I said this)

Oda Heizou, who was sitting in the center, was even more turbulent in his heart, and exclaimed: "This is the martial arts realm with no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart?" ”

Compared with the shock of others, he thought further, for example, if Zhou Ming wanted to kill him today, with this method of condensing qi into a blade, how could he resist?

"I can't even take a single move, and I still say that I am stronger than Shun Takeuchi?"

Glancing at the corpse of the dwarf warrior who had fallen to the ground with disdain, ignoring the shocked gaze of the full hall, Zhou Ming turned around and walked back to his seat.

His mind resounded with the martial arts experience that belonged to a dwarf samurai.

A low-level samurai's martial arts experience has a decreasing effect on his martial arts ascension, just as in a game, the experience points of killing low-level monsters will decrease.

Therefore, when he destroyed the Great Stone Divine Merry and found that those weak warriors had little improvement in his martial arts, Zhou Ming stopped continuing to kill.

Otherwise, he even had the idea of killing until he was old and becoming a ten-mile slope sword god.

Killing this dwarf samurai was also an attempt with such an idea.

To tell the truth, the strength of the short samurai is on par with Takeuchi Shun, but Zhou Ming took advantage of the surprise and made the other party unable to react, so he was killed with a sword.

And the martial arts experience provided by this short samurai brought Zhou Ming an improvement effect that was definitely not as good as that of Takeuchi Shun, and it did prove Zhou Ming's guess.

"It seems that this is also an invisible restriction of the main god, if I want to improve my strength quickly, I must continue to challenge more powerful masters, and it is impossible to brush low-level monsters to sit back and enjoy their success."

The dinner ended in a bustle.

Because of the strong strength he showed, Zhou Ming became the most dazzling existence tonight.

The death of the dwarf samurai was almost uncared for, and the body was soon dragged down and disposed of, which is the sorrow of a samurai.