Miyamoto Ichiro's words ignited the fanaticism at the scene.

Those excited eyes were like wolves' eyes, and they wanted to swallow Lu Fan alive and tear them into minced meat on the spot.

"Are you planning to use wheel battles?"

Lu Fan's eyes swept across the densely packed Japanese disciples in front of him, including thousands of Beijing Baliu.

"Of course not."

Miyamoto Ichiro smiled: "Next, my three great disciples will take turns to challenge you."

"These three great disciples have all reached the level of the great sword master's primary level. Among them, my disciples have surpassed the intermediate level three years ago, which is the tenth stage of your ancient martial arts master in China."

"But you can rest assured that our swordsman in Japan will never bully the weak."

"According to regulations, they will not use their true energy to compete with you."

"My three disciples will use your Chinese martial arts to compete with you."

"They will use Chinese martial arts to defeat you, the strongest man in the younger generation of Chinese martial arts."

After he finished speaking, three young men wearing Japanese Bushidao black robes strode forward and walked out: "Master!"

"You three, use the Chinese martial arts that I teach you best, to defeat this man."

Miyamoto Ichiro pointed at Lu Fan with his finger: "Isn't it always your wish and destiny to defeat the martial arts powerhouse in China? Now the opportunity is in front of you, to use your strongest martial arts, defeat this Chinese, to prove that my Japanese martial arts are the best in the world!"

"No. 1 in the world!"

"No. 1 in the world!"

"No. 1 in the world!"

“…”

The shouts echoed over the entire square.

Then, at the warning of Ichiro Miyamoto, thousands of people quickly retreated and besieged a huge circle in the entire square, leaving a clearing space for the four people to compete.

In the middle of the square, Lu Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Japanese man walking towards him calmly.

"You are Lu Fan, the champion of the Ancient Martial Arts Competition in China?"

The Japanese man sneered coldly: "My name is Miyamoto Eishi. He is the third disciple of Master. He is good at Yin-Yang Palm. Today, I will use your Chinese martial arts to defeat you, the Chinese champion, and prove to the whole world that my Japanese martial arts are orthodox and the best in the world!"

"Don't talk more nonsense."

Lu Fan said calmly: "Let's take a move."

"Baga!"

Miyamoto Eishi was angry by Lu Fan's indifference, and directly roared wildly, flipped his right hand and slapped Lu Fan with one palm!

The entire air, under this palm, dropped by more than a few degrees instantly!

Lu Fan frowned. He could feel the biting coldness contained in his palm. He immediately did not dare to be careless. When he turned sideways, he also slapped the wind of the palm that was coming.

"Bang!"

The two palms are handed over.

Miyamoto Eishi didn't move at all, and his other palm had already slapped him again, and this palm made the temperature around him instantly increase by several times! Lu Fan only felt that he suddenly walked out of the cold winter, standing under the scorching sun, sweating layer by layer, slowly covering his skin pores.

"Is this the Yin-Yang Palm?"

This palm technique that does not use the slightest internal energy of the true qi but can trigger a drastic change in the surrounding air almost made a person like him who was already calm and shocked.
Chapter completed!