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The vehicle slowly stopped at the entrance of a courtyard wall. The place was beautiful, with a high mountain at its back. The building was surrounded by a large courtyard. It had black corrugated roofs with raised corners. On the white exterior wall, there were several red-painted pillars.

, connected to the house into a two-meter-wide corridor.

Seeing a group of people getting out of the car, a man in white clothes who looked like a samurai at the door, with a samurai sword on his waist and wooden clogs on his feet, took the initiative to greet him. However, Igawa Nakano stopped him and walked aside. He muttered in a low voice. After hearing this, the man became serious

Nodding, he turned around and returned to the courtyard.

Igawa Nakano turned around and said to Fujiwara Richi: "President, the arrangements have been made, please come in."

Fujiwara Richi nodded and motioned to Ouyang Feifei and others: "This is the dojo under our club. If you want to understand the culture of Japanese Kendo, this is a very optional place." As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Wang Yong next to him.

, I saw that he was not nervous at all, but had a relaxed look on his face and was playing with Maomao.

Then he continued: "Mr. Wang Yong has talked about the origin of the Japanese samurai sword before. I wonder if he has done any research on kendo?"

Although Wang Yong, who was busy teasing Maomao, felt a little guilty about the rudeness during lunch, he had already forgotten about it when he went out due to his free-spirited personality. Seeing that Fujiwara Richi seemed to be deliberately provoking, he thought that this woman also

She's so stingy, she's obviously trying to give herself a blow. If it weren't for the limitations of her status, I really want to teach her a lesson.

He casually said: "I'm just a rough guy. I don't know anything about kendo, let alone any research." After saying that, he picked up Maomao and put her on the steps. He walked to Fujiwara Richi, took a deep breath and lowered his head.

He whispered: "I think you have some taste." He also gave her a wink.

"" Fujiwara Richi didn't know how to answer. She was so angry that she didn't know what to do. Seeing Wang Yong being so presumptuous and angry, her chest was bumping like a deer, and a blush immediately appeared on her face. Even she herself didn't know why she was treating him so badly.

I was extremely disgusted, but there was also a kind of secret joy.

In fact, a woman like Fujiwara Richi is surrounded by a groveling look every day. Due to the special nature of her identity, whether she is the president of a company on the surface or the leader of the Ninja Sect behind the scenes, ordinary people do not

He won't do anything excessive to her.

Wang Yong's eclectic performance filled the emotions that she should have had like ordinary people, but the past life pattern in her heart was also competing with it. This made love and hate intertwined.

When Ouyang Feifei saw this, although she didn't hear what Wang Yong said at the end, seeing Fujiwara Lichi getting angry, she immediately walked to Wang Yong and whispered: "Wang Yong, let's be polite to people, okay."

He glared at him secretly.

He turned around and walked to Fujiwara Richi and said: "Ms. Fujiwara, I am very interested in learning about the kendo culture. Let's go in." After saying that, he picked up Fujiwara Richi's forearm and walked in together.

Entering the courtyard, on a dojo stage in the middle, several samurai were waving their bamboo swords and practicing fighting with each other. When they saw a group of people, they stood up and bowed to Fujiwara Richi. In a small pavilion in the corner, a woman who looked like a maid was playing with

There was a tea set on the table. The heat slowly rose up as she poured the tea cup over and over again. When she saw a few people walking straight towards her, she hurriedly stood up and bent down to leave.

"You guys sit down to drink tea first and take a rest. I'm going to change my clothes and come back later." Fujiwara Richi said. After speaking, he glanced at Wang Yong who was already drinking tea. He thought to himself that this man is really arrogant. Could it be that

I thought that I would not pose a threat to him, so it seemed that I had to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson, otherwise it would be difficult to let go of the hatred in my heart.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Richi felt a lot more relieved, as if he had seen Wang Yong being beaten down and begging for mercy, and in such a state of embarrassment, he said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, would you like to go on stage to discuss and communicate?

Communicate." There was a clear contempt in his tone.

Qin Wanrou turned to look at Wang Yong beside her, with a sad look in her eyes showing worry, and whispered: "We can't go, look at how many people there are."

Wang Yong smiled slyly. He thought that it was no wonder that Qin Wanrou was like this. After all, she didn't know her own strength, but looking at her current situation, he felt a little happy in his heart. He turned to Fujiwara Richi and said: "Miss Fujiwara, with this little skill in me, I can't talk about it.

It doesn’t take much effort, let alone worth mentioning, so don’t show your shame.”

How could Fujiwara Richi let go of such an opportunity and deliberately provoked the general: "Mr. Wang, don't worry, the samurai is very virtuous and will order it to the end."

Wang Yong sneered. Although he could tell that she was deliberately irritating him, he thought that if he didn't fight today, it would be impossible to escape. He could also dispel her arrogance by the way. He replied: "Then I will teach you something."

Japanese swordsmanship."

Seeing that he agreed, although there was nothing on his face, Fujiwara Richi snickered in his heart and secretly said: "Wang Yong, let me make you feel better today." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the dressing room.

Seeing Fujiwara Richi looking determined to win, Ouyang Feifei couldn't help but worry, but then she thought, it would be good to teach Wang Yong a lesson to avoid being dishonest in the future. She looked at him and said: "Wang Yong, although you are rough-skinned,

They are thick, but I think they are not simple either, so be careful."

Wang Yong drank the tea in one gulp and said: "Don't forget, I also served in the special forces. It's okay and I won't die."

"Well, godfather, I believe in you, come on." Maomao said with a childish look on his face, clenching his little fists, causing several people to laugh.

There was a sound of clogs pedaling, and Fujiwara Richi was seen coming over wearing a black Taoist uniform, with a black belt in the middle, and her jade feet wrapped in white socks under the hem of the Taoist uniform disappeared and then appeared.

He held a bamboo sword in his hand and a helmet and protective gear at his waist, giving him the image of a samurai. The two women's eyes lit up and they couldn't help but take a second look. At this moment, Fujiwara Riike was obviously not as quiet and elegant as when she was wearing a kimono.

They are completely different.

Of course Wang Yong knew in his heart that as the leader of the Ninja Sect, even without this outfit, she would be able to kill people thousands of miles away if she really revealed her true form. The reason why she appears now in this outfit is just because she doesn't want to reveal her identity too much.

, in this case, I will definitely not be cruel to him. In this case, I also need to be careful so that nothing is discovered during the fight.

Fujiwara Richi walked to the dojo, approached the edge, and took off her clogs. Several warriors who were still training in the center of the dojo bowed and retreated to the edge. Seeing her whispering something to the dozen warriors, they all knelt down and sat down.

Surrounding her, she and one warrior were the only ones left in the center of the dojo.

Suddenly, she stretched out her bamboo sword, clasped it with both hands, pointed at Wang Yong under the pavilion, and slashed the bamboo sword suddenly.

The two women in the small pavilion were shocked at first, and immediately turned to look at Wang Yong, only to see that he had slowly walked towards the stage. It seemed that it was too late to say anything, so they could only pray for him in their hearts.

Near the edge, a warrior stood up to block Wang Yong who was moving forward. He glanced down at his shoe-wearing feet. Seeing that man blocking the way, Wang Yong moved forward, raised his hand to hit the warrior's forearm, and moved his palm along the upper arm towards him.

After scratching his armpit and applying a little force, the man's body shook, he took two steps back and almost fell down. Seeing this, the other warriors got ready, looking eager to try.

Upon seeing this, several people looked at Fujiwara Richi and saw her turning towards the edge and kneeling down there, as if she wanted to watch some good show. When the other warriors saw this, they understood what she meant and retreated to their positions.

When a warrior saw Wang Yong walking to the center of the field, he bowed slightly and bowed. Then he clasped his hands and opened his posture. Before Wang Yong could react, he turned around with a quick impact and raised his foot as if Wang Yong was attacking him in the face.

How could Wang Yong let these people take notice? He just turned around and easily escaped. However, he was worried about exposing too much, so he pretended to be ordinary.

Seeing that the man's kick was in the air, the man turned around and took two steps, his body quickly jumped into the air, his calves bent, and he struck with a straight punch. Wang Yong opened his posture, and when he saw that the man was about to get close, he suddenly stretched out a big foot and hit the man's leg directly.

The warrior's body fell quickly. Wang Yong took advantage of the situation and raised his knee and pressed it hard on his forehead. The man was seriously injured again. His body fell back due to the force of the impact, and he lay on the ground with a bang, rolling in pain.

stand up.

In fact, Wang Yong has been very merciful. If he had used his skills normally, this man could be killed and immobilized with just one move.

The other warriors around were shocked when they saw this. They all looked at Fujiwara Richi. Seeing that she was unmoved, as if she was implying something, two more warriors stood up, one behind Wang Yong, and they also bowed slightly.

After opening their stance, the two men met each other's eyes and quickly began to attack. They saw the two men attacking Wang Yong simultaneously, and Wang Yong cursed in his heart: "Damn, it's not over yet."

He immediately leaned over to deal with it. When he saw the person in front of him, he directly stretched out his feet to attack his lower body. No need to think about it, the person behind him must be overtaking his upper body to greet him. Without thinking about it, he rolled forward one by one on the spot, and his feet instantly clasped the person's legs and back.

Sticking to the ground, as if using all his strength, he quickly turned his body, and the person in front of him swung backwards. He hit the person behind him who was hanging in the air, and immediately let go of his feet. The two collided and were thrown out.

Very far away, they both landed.

Before he could recover, four more samurai stood around. Wang Yong couldn't hide his anger. This must have been arranged by the woman Fujiwara Richi. He suddenly remembered a sentence: "Don't mess with women no matter what you do."

It's better now. It's not over yet. It's not over yet. It's better to solve it once and for all. He suddenly stretched out a hand and pointed at the people who were still sitting one by one. He made a "come here" gesture with one hand, which was obviously a challenge.

all.

Several people looked at Fujiwara Richi again. At this time, she was also thinking. It seemed that Wang Yong was quite capable. If he could defeat the next few people, he should not be underestimated. Then he nodded lightly to the samurai,

Agree.

Four people stood up together, and five more warriors stood up, surrounding Wang Yong one after another. They were all tough and strong, with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Feifei, what's the police phone number in Japan?" Seeing more than a dozen warriors surrounding Wang Yong, Qin Wanrou began to worry, with a nervous look on her face. She held Ouyang Feifei's forearm tightly with both hands, timidly

asked.
Chapter completed!