"Are you from China?" Ji Wufeng asked the middle-aged man.

"No, I'm from Dongyang." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Oh, then your mother must be from China." Ji Wufeng suddenly realized.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "No, my mother is also from Dongyang."

Ji Wufeng said with a look of astonishment: "Then your mother's mother must be from China?"

"Your Excellency, there is no need to guess. I am of pure Dongyang blood and have no Chinese blood." The middle-aged man said.

"Damn, why do you speak Chinese so well? I thought you were a bastard." Ji Wufeng felt very disappointed that he didn't guess the answer correctly.

"There is an old saying in China: Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles. If you can't even master the opponent's language and culture, how can you completely defeat your opponent?"

When he heard the word "bastard", the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, but he did not hide his ambition at all.

Tie Xin and others were immediately filled with anger, and even today, they dare to mention the word "slavery".

Ji Wufeng glanced and said, "I don't want to learn Dongyang language."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Is it because you have no hostility towards Dongyang?"

"No, it's because I feel like vomiting when I hear the Dongyang language. When I see a guy like you, I want to go up and kick him. As for slavery, forget it. I'm afraid that if I accept such a slave, my ancestors will jump out of their graves.

Come out and slap my big mouth, and bring such a dirty thing with you, isn't it dirtying the eyes of our ancestors?"

The word "slavery" spoken by the middle-aged man also angered Ji Wufeng, and he opened his mouth even more sinisterly.

"idiot!"

The four warriors behind the middle-aged man suddenly became furious, and a cold murderous intention spread.

Seeing the smile on the middle-aged man's face finally solidify, everyone felt very happy. Tie Xin felt that this guy was not useless, at least he was good at swearing!

Seeing that the middle-aged man's face turned cold, Ji Wufeng was frightened and jumped back. He patted his chest and said, "Damn, what's that expression on your face? Why are you acting like a murderer? Don't you know how brave I am?"

Xiao, are you most afraid of being frightened? If I always have nightmares when I go to bed at night, will you compensate me for mental damages?"

"Baga, go to hell!"

A samurai standing behind the middle-aged man finally couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart. He drew out his samurai sword and stabbed Ji Wufeng. His body shape, speed, and sword intent were all perfectly integrated. He was indeed a master of swordsmanship.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and thousands of sword shadows were like a violent storm, sweeping towards Ji Wufeng overwhelmingly.

Unable to withstand such a sharp sword energy, Zhao Jiaolong and the others felt as if a knife was scraping their bodies, and they cried out in pain: "Oh my god, I'm going to be cut into pieces by a thousand swords!"

Although Weilong, Tong Xin and Tie Xin were not as embarrassed as Zhao Jiaolong and the others, their expressions changed dramatically. After such a terrifying blow, they thought they would not be able to survive unscathed.

"Damn, you're so awesome, look at my cleverness!" Ji Wufeng roared violently and stretched out two fingers.
Chapter completed!