Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"You bastard Di Dongxiang, call your Imperial Chef Di to come and serve our Mr. Tian Feng to dinner."

On the second floor of Fugui Residence, a Japanese man wearing a kimono grabbed the waiter by the neck and threw him around while shouting ugly words.

The diners around him couldn't stand it and murmured in low voices.

"Why are Japanese people so arrogant?"

"Isn't this just bullying!"

“You don’t even know how to do as the Romans do!”

…

Of course, there is no shortage of reasonable customers among them, clamoring about the unreasonableness of Fuguiju.

"Hmph, it's unreasonable to open a restaurant and only cook three tables of food every day. What's wrong with people saying that?"

"That's right! What's so great about the imperial chef? He's just a cook!"

…

One man held back a curse: "Fart, it's unreasonable or not, it's not the turn of a Japanese devil to come here to bully people."

Everyone in the venue was stunned by the man's words. Even the little devil who was looking for trouble was stunned and asked: "What are you doing?"

"I'm nothing but I can't bear to see you bullying others!" the man said angrily.

There were a total of eight Japanese people present. Except for Tian Feng who never moved, the remaining seven let go of the waiter and surrounded the man.

"It's over. Let him take the lead. This will be miserable."

"Where's the store? Why don't you report it to the official soon?"

"Bullshit, they are Japanese and the government doesn't care."

…

The man had dark skin and strong muscles, but he was not afraid. He said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do?"

"You bastard, you dare to take care of our Japanese people's affairs?"

The Japanese guy who bullied the waiter earlier punched the man in the chest with a fierce look in his eyes.

The man was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party would take action as soon as he said it. Fortunately, he didn't react slowly and quickly covered his chest with both hands.

The other Japanese people smiled coldly, and taking advantage of the large number of people, they did not hesitate to launch a sneak attack, beckoning the man to attack him vitally.

After a while, the man was beaten to the ground, vomiting blood from his mouth.

When the surrounding diners saw this, not only did no one stop them, they all backed away in fear for fear of getting blood stains.

"Haha, you Song people are so incompetent."

The Japanese proudly stepped on the man's head and slowly drew out the long knife from his waist.

When the others saw this, their eyes widened.

"What is he going to do?"

"You're not going to kill someone, are you?"

"This is the realm of our Song Kingdom!"

…

Listening to the words of the surrounding diners, the Japanese people not only had no scruples, but became even more arrogant. They raised their swords high and shouted:

"This is the price for offending us Japanese people!"

It's over.

Everyone in the field knew that the man was hopeless.

Their eyes scanned the others, hoping that someone would come forward and save the poor man.

When everyone thinks so.

It is destined that no one will be the first to take action.

"Pfft!"

Blood flew and splashed in the air.

A scream followed, and a bamboo chopstick was exposed on the wrist of the Japanese man. Blood dripped from the head of the chopstick and fell to the ground!

"Asshole! Who attacked me!"

"Fuck you, you're the bastard!"

Bao BuTong cursed loudly and walked towards the Japanese man first, blocking the man in front of him.

Murong Fu and the others walked down the stairs unhurriedly.

Several Japanese people saw that the visitor was not kind, so they quickly ran behind the Tianfeng Lord and asked:

"What kind of work do you do?"

"Dare to hurt our people?"

Murong Fu glanced at the Japanese with disgust and said disdainfully:

"roll!"

Everyone saw that Murong Fu was personable, free and elegant, but his words were extremely domineering.

There are many speculations about his true identity.

Among them, a sharp-eyed man was lucky enough to see Murong Fu once and shouted like a treasure: "It's Murong Fu, Mr. Murong!"

"I asked who has such magnanimity and dares to tell Japanese people to go away. It turns out to be Mr. Murong."

"That man can be saved now!"

…

The Japanese looked at Murong Fu with fear and said, "Are you Nan Murong?"

"Who do you think you are, worthy of asking my young master's name?" Bao BuTong said disdainfully.

The Japanese suddenly looked ugly and did not dare to speak.

The man in front of me is a master that even Yuan people dare to kill.

Killing a few of them would probably be the same as killing a few ants.

"Haha, it turns out you are Nan Murong. I didn't expect to see you when I first came to Gusu City." The Tianfeng Lord who was sitting silently finally spoke.

"Fourteenth Master Tianfeng? A Japanese master?" Murong Fu said casually.

Tianfeng Shirojiro was stunned for a moment, and his aura suddenly dropped: "Could it be that you are here waiting for me on purpose?"

Japanese people are naturally suspicious. Normally no one should know that he came to kill Murong Fu.

But now Murong Fu called out his name very calmly.

Let Tianfeng Shizuro think that this is a trap!

"You really disappoint me. I thought Japan's grandmaster warriors were so great, but that's all." Murong Fu was so discerning now. When he saw that the opponent's momentum was gone, he shook his head,

"you…"

Tian Feng Shiro was suddenly speechless. The key to a duel between masters is to influence the whole body with one move.

He called out Murong Fu's name and broke his own momentum.

If we try forcefully today, we will definitely lose.

"I lost today, but if you can call me by name, you should know the purpose of my coming."

"Haha, it's nothing more than a dog raised by the Yuan people. It wants to take my life, right?" Murong Fu said disdainfully.

The last time he was chased all over the world by Jinlun Dharma King, he had long been filled with hatred.

However, King Jinlun was driven out of the Song Dynasty by Wu Jue.

It is said that he was killed by Zhou Botong with a clever thousand-year strike.

In March, he was unable to take care of himself, and he never appeared in Song Dynasty again.

If you want to take revenge, I'm afraid you have to wait until the year of the monkey.

Therefore, he had already decided to vent the evil anger in his heart on Tianfeng Shiro.

Tian Feng Shiro's brows furrowed even more when he heard Murong Fu's words.

The other party actually knew everything about his actions.

"How did you know?"

"Humph, I already knew it when you first boarded the Song Dynasty ship." Murong Fu said casually.

"Today, I feel unwell. Can I dare to fight on the Double Ninth Festival in a few days?" Tianfeng Shizuo was stunned, and he became more and more convinced that this was a trap to kill him, and he asked tentatively.

"Can!"

Murong Fu was stunned, he didn't expect this Tianfeng Shiro to be so cautious.

Tianfeng Shiroji breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that people from the Song Dynasty were good at face.

Even such a good opportunity to surround and kill him was given up.

He gave a salute and turned to leave.

"You can leave, but these hurtful bastards can't leave." Murong said coldly.

The hearts of everyone who had relaxed suddenly suddenly increased.

"Mr. Murong, what do you mean?" Tianfeng Shiro said in a deep voice.

"In our territory of Song Dynasty, if someone is injured, he must pay compensation." Murong Fu said.

The Japanese people immediately breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously took out their money bag from their waist.

However, the second half of Murong Fu's words completely made him despair.

"but."

"Japanese people are an exception. If you hurt someone, you will have to pay for your life!"