"You can go. ”

Hearing his words, the ronin who led the way was pardoned, and immediately disappeared at the end of the mountain road, for fear that if he walked slowly, he would provoke the devilish man in front of him to kill him.

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Zhang Zheng's eyes have been looking at the station of the Iga faction, and Qiu Feng is standing quietly behind him with a wooden box, looking left and right with big eyes, full of curiosity.

Buildings stand in the middle of the valley, surrounded by green hills, the river flows on both sides, and in the center of the valley there is a wide wooden hall that stands out from the crowd.

In front of the two of them was the gate of the Iga faction, a crack three zhang wide between the two peaks.

Easy to defend and difficult to attack, it can be called a natural danger-like existence, Iga has been rooted here for a hundred years, and has long been operating solidly.

Zhang Zheng and Qiu Feng stopped at the mountain gate for less than a cup of tea, and two disciples of the Iga faction walked out of it. Unlike ronin's attire, the disciples of the Iga faction were all dressed as orthodox samurai, wearing clogs and wearing two swords, one long and one short, at their waists.

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Different from the dress of the Dongying people, Zhang Zheng wore a white robe, with a black samurai costume inside, and a white long skirt in the autumn wind, an orthodox Middle-earth person's attire, but it was heavily influenced by Middle-earth culture, and there were many nobles in Fusang who liked to imitate Middle-earth. The two Iga disciples couldn't figure out their identities, and one of them stepped forward and asked, "The two of you are wandering in front of the mountain gate of my sect, do you need help with anything?" ”

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Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is extraordinary, this Iga disciple has a good eye, and when he asks, he is not arrogant, but polite. This move made Zhang Zheng have some good feelings for Iga.

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"Nameless people, who have admired the martial arts of the Iga faction for a long time, came to visit today, hoping to be in charge of Iga for a while, and hope to spread the word. ”

After he finished speaking, the two Iga disciples looked at each other and shook their heads, and the other shook his head and said, "The master will not meet guests easily." Please come back, both of you. ”

The man who spoke earlier said: "Not long ago, there was also a young man who wanted to learn from the master, and he knelt outside the master's door for three days and three nights before the master agreed. After that, he glanced at Zhang Zheng and continued: "I don't know where you come from, and I guess I can't bear that hardship, and our Iga faction won't accept you." ”

The two of them thought that Zhang was here to learn the arts, so they didn't take it to heart, the Iga faction recruited disciples very strictly, and many people would come to participate every year, but only a small number of people would be selected. And this time is not the time for Iga to accept apprentices, as for Duan Tianya, it is completely dependent on Zhu's face.

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He was slightly angry in his heart, and unconsciously released a trace of murderous aura, and in an instant, the two Iga disciples were like falling into an ice cave, as if they were being targeted by some wild beast, cold sweat broke out on their backs, and their scalps were numb. The two looked at Zhang Zheng in horror, but they looked at each other for a moment, their eyes were full of tears, the pain was unbearable, they had been taken by the knife, and fear was born out of thin air, just like being held by a steel knife on their necks.

"I'm here to discuss swords with the head of Iga, but I'm not here to learn from a teacher. Zhang Zheng said coldly, the murderous aura became more and more huge, and the two Iga disciples who were pressed couldn't stand up.

"Don't go and report it yet. ”

When he collected his murderous aura, the two of them collapsed to the ground at once, looking up at the man, their hearts couldn't raise the courage to draw the knife, and in desperation, they had to run towards the mountain gate.

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When the two of them were completely gone, Qiu Feng on the side muttered in a low voice: "My lord, you promised the slave and maid not to use the knife at will." ”

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Zhang Zheng glanced at her and asked, "Didn't you always hold the knife in your arms?" ”

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"Then you promised me that I wouldn't do it casually. ”

Zhang Zheng: "......"

After the two of them quarreled for a while, the Iga disciple went and returned, followed by a large number of people, and the one at the front was a white-bearded old man.

The old man was about sixty years old, with a thin body, and between walking, he had a remarkable bearing, not at all like he was drooping and decrepit, but in Zhang Zheng's eyes, he could feel a condensed sharp aura, which was the unique aura of the top sword master.

There is no doubt that this old man is a top-level swordsman, and as for whether he is the head of Iga, he does not know.

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"Master, it's him, he said he was going to come to you to discuss the knife. The disciple at the front pointed at Zhang Zheng and whispered, and his words instantly made everyone's eyes fall on Zhang Zheng.

"Young man, are you going to find the old man to discuss the knife?" The old man's sharp gaze swept over, and the powerful internal force faintly had a tendency to explode, and his face was not very good-looking, and it could even be said to be gloomy. The dignified head of Iga, one of the three major ninjas of Dongying, was named by a hairy boy to talk about knives, and when it was passed out, he would not become a joke in the future.

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The Iga disciples who were present at the mountain gate gathered around, and one by one they put their hands on the katana at their waists, and they were about to pull out their swords and unsheath them.

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"The head of Iga, Uemura Hanzo. Zhang Zheng asked, the old man paused for a moment, and then nodded, but after a while, he reacted again and wondered: "You are not from Dongying, you are from Han?"

Zhang Zheng's Fusang words can be concealed from those disciples, but in front of Uemura Hanzo, as soon as he opens his mouth, he will be exposed.

"Nameless, I came to ask the head of Iga for swordsmanship, and I hope to give you advice. ”

Regarding his identity, he never thought of hiding it, and it didn't matter if he was recognized. Immediately after, Zhang Zheng's eyes shrank, and a terrifying and sharp sword momentum invisibly rose, pressing towards Uemura Hanzo, the two sword forces were colliding, and the surrounding Iga disciples retreated again and again, within a radius of ten zhang between the two, they couldn't withstand the fierce sword battle at all.

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It's just that after seven or eight breaths, the faces of the old and the young began to hang with drops of sweat, this is a spiritual confrontation, pointing directly to the heart, talking about the strength of the knife, fighting for their own way.

The look of horror in Uemura Hanzo's eyes had not yet faded, and he was pushed back by an invisible force, and so did Zhang Zheng.

The two of them are half a pound and eight taels, Uemura Hanzang is old and weak, lack of qi and blood, and it is no longer in his heyday, but he is seriously injured and has not healed, and he cannot fully mobilize the true qi in his body.

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"Master?" Iga wanted to come forward to help, but was stopped by the old man's look.

Similarly, Qiu Feng wanted to take out the knife in the wooden box, but he was also drunk, and the two simply competed in will.

After more than twenty breaths, two sword forces shrouded a radius of ten zhang, Uemura Hanzo's face turned pale, and Zhang Zheng was surging with an abnormal flush. In the fight, there was only one result of losing and losing, and almost at the same time, the two chose to stop.

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"Huhu", dissipating the knife momentum, he exhaled heavily, looked at Uemura Hanzo, the surging battle spirit was full of it, after a fight, no one took advantage, even if the injury healed, there was no 100% certainty that he could beat this old man, but his victory would be greater.

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"Young man, your knife is strong enough to be qualified to discuss knives with me, please come with me. Uemura Hanzo said solemnly.

Obviously, Zhang Zheng has proved his strength and won the respect he deserves, this is martial arts, and only the strong have the right to speak.

So, under the watchful eyes of a group of Iga disciples, he took the autumn breeze and followed Uemura Hanzo into Iga's station.

The trip to Fuso has officially begun.