"Take that kid as his apprentice?"

"How is that possible?"

The brothers looked surprised and suspicious.

You know, that kid is the murderer who killed his junior brother. How could his master accept an enemy as his apprentice?

"I also heard from Butler Liu. I heard that I am optimistic about that boy's potential!" The thin young man said hurriedly.

Now, everyone has nothing to say.

Although they didn't understand, no one dared to question it.

After all, the master is famous for having a weird temper and never follows the rules when doing things. Even as an apprentice, it is not easy to criticize him.

"Senior Brother, what do you think?"

"Yes, can you not avenge your junior brother's revenge?"

Everyone was unwilling to give up and started talking.

"I don't think I'll alarm my master for this matter!" Zhao Changzhi waved his hand and said with a flash of eyes.

"When he comes, I just teach him a lesson and will not kill him, but I must make this tone!

"In addition, if he wants to be his master's apprentice, he probably has to pass our level first, right?"

Zhao Changzhi glanced around and suddenly sneered.

After a while, a tall and burly man came outside the mountain gate.

This man was about thirty years old, dressed in a ronin, with a samurai sword around his waist and wooden clogs under his feet. When he saw his dressing style, he knew that he was not a Chinese.

The man came outside the door, held the hilt of the knife around his waist, and walked in with his wooden clogs.

"Japan?"

Zhao Changzhi and others were stunned for a while, but they didn't expect that the younger brother's enemy would wait for a Japanese ronin before he could wait?

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Zhao Changzhi shouted loudly and quickly stopped the ronin with a look of contempt.

He has never had a good impression of the Japanese.

What's more, the other party seemed to be a Japanese warrior, so he knew that the visitor was not good.

"In the morning of the mountain, I am a disciple of the East Japan Flowing Water and Rock Fist!"

The ronin stood in front of the door, standing straight, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and immediately reported to his home.

His Mandarin is a bit bad, and Zhao Changzhi and others didn't listen to it very seriously.

"What kind of fist?"

"I haven't heard of it before, let's go there. Today our master will receive other people. You will come back next time!" Zhao Changzhi waved his hand directly and wanted to bombard the man away.

Just kidding, who is their master?

Is that something you can see casually?

It’s a fantasy to step into the village without an appointment or a visit!

"You!" Yamamotoro's face turned red instantly. You know, as a high-level samurai, he is also a highly respected figure in his country. Unexpectedly, these people were so rude?

But when he thought of him coming with a mission today, he tried hard to suppress his anger, and then said lightly: "I am here to hand in the war for my master today!"

"My master, the great master of the Japanese Liushuiquan School!"

"I want to challenge your master and the drunkard master!"

As Yamamoto said, he took out a red gold-burned document from his arms, bowed his head respectfully, and presented it with both hands.

"Do you want to challenge our master?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Unexpectedly, this Japanese man came to write a letter of war for his master?

Zhao Changzhi frowned, took the battle post, took a look, then couldn't help but sneer, and pinched it in his hand and tore it in half.

"Sorry, our master is the top ten in the Hualong list, not everyone is qualified to challenge him!"

"We have never heard of you, what kind of flowing boxing school, what kind of garbage school!" Zhao Changzhi said with a disdainful look on his face.

In recent years, drunkards have become famous, and countless masters have come to challenge them, including foreign sect masters.

It's simply annoying.

The drunkard has already issued an order, and the ordinary small sects will basically not be welcomed. If it is a Japanese slash, what is the flowing boxing sect?

Never heard of it!

Zhao Changzhi didn't take it seriously at all.

But Yamamotoro was stunned at this moment.

Unexpectedly, he handed over the Zhan Shu so politely, and the other party treated him like this and even tore him tore him!

"Boy, you drunk disciples are too arrogant, right?" Yamamotoro clenched his fists fiercely, and his joints creaked.

"My master, Taketaka Kato, is the founder of the Liushuiquan School!"

"My master has been fighting against Japan's invincible hands in boxing for many years. He can cut off mountains and rivers with just one punch!"

"How dare you underestimate this!" Yamamoto said unconvincedly, and at the same time, he mentioned his master with a look of admiration, as if he was afraid of the gods.

In fact, his master is now in Japan, and he is indeed a god-like figure, and even the royal family has to treat his master with great courtesy.

How dare these drunkards bully such a thing?

"Yoyo! You even broke the mountains and rivers with one punch?"

"This is awesome and boastful, it's really awesome!"

Zhao Changzhi couldn't help but be amused, his face was extremely disdainful.

After all, even their master dared not say that he would break the mountains and rivers with one punch. This kid really regarded his master as a god.

"The Japanese are really funny!"

"What mountain is broken? Mount Fuji?"

"A island country has no mountains, it is probably just a small landfill!"

"Ha ha!"

The disciples laughed at each other.

"You guys are too bullying!"

Yamamoto's face turned red and couldn't help but take a step forward, as if he wanted to do anything at any time.

"Why, do you want to do it, are you sure?"

Zhao Changzhi and his fellow brothers quickly stepped forward without being outdone. What a joke, this little Japanese bastard dared to come to provoke him, which was simply overestimating his ability.

At this time, Yamamotojiro calmed down instead, slowly moved his hand away from the hilt, and said lightly: "You send someone to compete with me. If I win, let me meet the Drunk Master. I will invite my master in person!"

This is how the Japanese people can tolerate anything and will not act irritated because they know what they want to do and will not give up until they achieve their goals.

"I still want to challenge us?"

Zhao Changzhi touched his chin and showed a playful expression on his face.

"Senior Brother, why don't you take action yourself? Teach him a lesson!"

"Don't, what level is the eldest brother? He is so thin and fleshy. What should I do if he breaks it?"

"That's right, he is a foreigner, it's hard to explain if he's disabled!"

All the disciples were laughing and didn't take Yamamotojiro seriously at all.

"I can sign a life-and-death certificate. If I have an accident during the competition, according to the martial arts rules, you don't need to bear any responsibility, and our ambassador will not cause trouble for you!" Yamamoto said seriously.

"Ha ha?"

"It seems that this is a must-have?" Zhao Changzhi looked disdainful.

"Boy, you are seeking death by yourself. If you are injured or disabled by then, don't blame me!"

The other party was determined to see his master. It seemed that he would not be able to do so without taking action.

Just as the two were posing for a competition, an Audi A8 in the distance slowly drove towards the gate.

Squeak!

When the car stopped, an old man and a tall figure slowly stepped off the car.

Zhao Changzhi's face changed, and he didn't care about competing with Yamamoto Lang, so he hurriedly led his brothers to the car.

"You are the boy who killed my junior brother?" Zhao Changzhi stared at Jiang Beichen and spoke coldly.

"You are talking about Chen Jiajun, are you?" Jiang Beichen frowned, and nodded directly and said, "That's right, I killed the person!"
To be continued...