The first rich son-in-law

"Accept that kid as an apprentice?"

"how is this possible?"

All the brothers and sisters looked surprised and uncertain.

You know, that kid was the murderer of the junior brother, how could the master accept an enemy as his apprentice?

"I also heard from Butler Liu that he was optimistic about that kid's potential!" The skinny young man said hastily.

Now, everyone is speechless.

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

After all, the master is notoriously eccentric and never behaves according to the rules. Even as an apprentice, it is not easy to make random criticisms.

"Brother, what do you think?"

"That's right, don't tell me you won't avenge the younger brother's revenge?"

Everyone was not reconciled, and they started discussing one after another.

"I don't think Master should be alarmed by this matter!" Zhao Changzhi waved his hand, his eyes flickering.

"When he comes in a while, I'm just going to teach him a lesson, and I won't kill him, but the tone of my junior brother must be said!

"Besides, he wants to be the master's apprentice? I'm afraid he has to pass our test first, right?"

Zhao Changzhi glanced left and right, and suddenly sneered.

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

This person is about 30 years old, dressed as a ronin, with a samurai sword pinned to his waist, and clogs on his feet. Looking at his dressing style, he can tell that he is not from Huaguo.

This person came to the door, holding the handle of the knife at his waist, and walked in with clogs creaking.

"Japanese people?"

Zhao Changzhi and the others were stunned for a while, they didn't expect that the younger brother's enemy didn't wait, but a rogue from the Japanese country came instead?

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Zhao Changzhi sternly shouted, and quickly stopped the Ronin, with a contemptuous look on his face.

He has never had a good impression of the Japanese people.

What's more, the other party seemed to be a warrior from the Japanese country, so it was obvious that the visitor was not kind.

"Honjiro Shimoyama, a disciple of Dongying Flowing Water Breaking Rock Fist!"

The ronin stood in front of the door, standing upright, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and immediately declared himself home.

His Mandarin was a bit broken, and Zhao Changzhi and others couldn't hear it clearly.

"What punch?"

"I haven't heard of it, let's go aside, our master has to receive other people today, you come again next time!" Zhao Changzhi waved his hand directly, and wanted to send this person away.

Just kidding, who is their master?
Is that something you can see casually?
Without an appointment, without invitations, it is simply a fantasy to step into Zhuangzi!

"You!" Jiro Yamamoto's face turned red in an instant. You know, as a high-ranking samurai, he is also a highly respected figure in his country. Didn't he expect these people to be so rude?
But when he thought that he came here with a mission today, he still tried his best to suppress his anger, and immediately said indifferently: "I am here to deliver the battle invitation for my master today!"

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

"I want to challenge your master, the master alcoholic!"

As he spoke, Jiro Yamamoto took out a red gilded document from his pocket, bowed his head respectfully, and offered it with both hands.

"You want to challenge our master?"

Everyone was stunned for a while.

Didn't expect that this Japanese man came to fight for his master?
Zhao Changzhi frowned, took the battle post, took a look at it, and couldn't help but sneered, grabbed it in his hand and tore it in half.

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

"What kind of Liushuiquan school, what kind of rubbish school you have, we have never heard of it!" Zhao Changzhi said with a look of disdain.

Over the years, the alcoholic has gained a reputation abroad, countless masters have come to challenge him, and there are many masters from foreign sects.

It is simply too much trouble.

Alcoholics have already ordered, and the general small sects basically don't accept it. If it's the Japanese one-sword style or something, it's okay, what kind of Liushuiquan school?
never heard of that!

Zhao Changzhi didn't take it seriously at all.

But Jiro Yamamoto was stunned at the moment.

Unexpectedly, when he handed over the gauntlet so politely, the other party treated him like this and tore up the gauntlet!
"Boy, you guys who belong to alcoholic disciples, are you too conceited?" Jiro Yamamoto clenched his fists fiercely, his joints creaking.

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

"My master has been practicing boxing all these years. He defeated the invincible hand of Dongying, and he can break mountains and rivers with one punch!"

"How dare you underestimate him so much!" Jiro Yamamoto said unconvinced, and at the same time mentioned his master with a look of admiration, as if revering a god.

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

How dare these alcoholic disciples insult you like this.

"Yo yo yo! Still breaking mountains and rivers with one punch?"

"This awesome bragging is really loud!"

Zhao Changzhi couldn't help being amused, his expression was extremely disdainful.

After all, even if it was their master, they wouldn't dare to break mountains and rivers with one punch. This kid really regarded his master as a god.

"Wa people are really funny!"

"What mountain is broken? Mount Fuji?"

"In an island country, there are no mountains in the first place, so it's probably just a small bag of dirt!"

"Ha ha!"

All the disciples laughed.

"You deceive people too much!"

Jiro Yamamoto blushed, and couldn't help but take a step forward, as if he wanted to strike at any time.

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

Zhao Changzhi and a group of senior brothers hurriedly took a step forward, not to be outdone, what a joke, this little Japanese bastard dared to come to the door to provoke, it was simply beyond his control.

But at this time, Jiro Yamamoto calmed down instead, slowly moved his hand away from the hilt of the knife, and said lightly: "You send a person to compete with me. If I win, let me meet the alcoholic master. I will make an invitation for my master face to face!"

The Japanese people are like this, they can endure anything, and they will not be impulsive, because they know what they want to do, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals.

"You still want to challenge us?"

Zhao Changzhi touched his chin with a playful expression on his face.

"Eldest brother, why don't you do it yourself? Teach him a lesson!"

"Don't worry, what rank is the big brother, he is so thin and tender, what if he breaks it?"

"That's right, it's a foreigner after all, it's hard to explain if you're disabled!"

All the disciples were laughing and joking, and didn't pay attention to Jiro Yamamoto at all.

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

"Ha ha?"

"It seems that this must be compared?" Zhao Changzhi looked disdainful.

"Boy, you're looking for death yourself. Don't blame me if you get injured and disabled!"

The other party is determined to see his master, and it seems that it will be impossible if he does not act.

And just as the two were posing for a contest, an Audi A8 slowly drove towards the gate in the distance.

Squeak!

The car stopped, and an old man and a tall and straight figure stepped out of the car slowly.

Zhao Changzhi's face changed, and he didn't care about the martial arts competition with Yamamoto Jiro, and quickly led all his brothers to surround the car.

"Are you the kid who killed my junior brother?" Zhao Changzhi looked at Jiang Beichen closely and said coldly.

"You're talking about Chen Jiajun, right?" Jiang Beichen frowned, but he nodded and said, "That's right, I killed the man!"

"You admit it?"

"It's good to admit it!" Zhao Changzhi waved his hands with a gloomy expression, and the junior brother who was next to him hurriedly brought over the spiritual seat.

"I heard that my master is going to recruit you into the mountain, but I won't kill you!"

"But if you want to go in today, you must first kneel down and kowtow three times to my junior brother's spiritual seat, otherwise, even if the master blames me, I will definitely abolish you today!" Zhao Changzhi said coldly, his fists creaking Hold up.

"Kneel down and kowtow!"

"Kneel down and apologize!"

"Three is not enough, you need a hundred, a thousand, even if you bleed, you won't be cleared of your crime!"

"It's not a pity to kill yourself!"

A group of brothers and sisters shared the same hatred and shouted fiercely.

Today, I have to give my junior brother an explanation for everything I say.

"Yoxi! It seems that you are life and death enemies?"

"Then I'll wait for a while!"

Next to him, Jiro Yamamoto showed an expression of watching the excitement, and immediately walked to the side, took off his shoes, and knelt in the shade.

This time, it's just a good time to test the strength of this alcoholic disciple!