Emperor Song looked at the left prime minister.

Zuo Xiang said: "There will inevitably be casualties in the competition. Today is the day when our Song Dynasty and Japan establish diplomatic relations. Let's forget it. If you have the chance in the future, it will be no longer late."

Just as Emperor Song was about to nod, Yamamoto Ichimao's follower shouted: "It is said that the Song Dynasty has a wide range of resources and many talents emerge. Now it seems that the person who said this is simply blind! He doesn't even dare to have a competition, and dares to claim to be the supreme country of the Celestial Empire. It's so funny!"

As soon as these words were said, Emperor Song couldn't sit still and stared at Wu Tian: "My dear Wu, I have issued an order to fight you, and make sure that Japan knows the power of my Song Dynasty!"

Emperor Song had issued an order, so Wu Tian had to accept the order.

"Tell me, what do you want to compare?"

Wu Tian asked calmly, his eyes full of disdain.

"Sword-winning!"

The followers shouted.

Wu Tian nodded, called the eunuch to come over, and muttered in his ear.

The eunuch nodded.

"General Wu, isn't it too late to find a helper now?"

The followers laughed.

Wu Tian looked calm and smiled slightly, "Wu has already said that I don't need to take action personally to deal with you. I just need to find a subordinate to clean up you."

The followers turned their faces down.

"Wu Tian, ​​you dare to underestimate us so much. Do you know who we are?"

Wu Tian glanced at them and said lightly: "Do I need to know who you are?"

The followers were furious.

They regarded Wu Tian as their opponent, but the other party did not take them seriously at all!

"I am the second generation disciples of the Japanese Sword Hall. Our Japanese swordsmanship is the best in the world, and we will do our best in the world."

The followers boasted.

Wu Tian laughed.

"Boy, it seems that you are not only arrogant, but also have no knowledge at all. Your Japanese swordsmanship is passed down from our Central Plains. In terms of it, we are still your ancestors. It is really a show of your skills in front of our ancestors!"

The followers blushed and the origin of the kendo in Japan was indeed the Central Plains.

"Even so, physical objects will always develop. Over the years, our country has modified the kendo, concentrated the essence of a hundred schools of thought, and formed oneself, which has long surpassed the original kendo!"

Wu Tian was too lazy to continue arguing with them. Facts were better than words. A battle could help them know the power of the Song Dynasty.

At this time, a rough man followed the eunuch to the imperial garden with a sword.

The rough man saluted the left minister to Emperor Song, then walked to Wu Tian and bowed, "Brother, Bao Xu, the 'dead god of mourning, was ordered to come, I wonder what orders?"

Bao Xu is the only master among the 108 heroes who use swords as weapons.

Wu Tian pointed to the followers behind Yamamoto Ichima and said, "I want to compete in swordsmanship. I know your swordsmanship is good. Let you represent me and compete with them."

Bao Xu glanced at the Japanese, nodded to Wu Tian and said, "Don't worry, brother, you have no problem dealing with these little thieves."

When the entourage heard Bao Xu say that they were little thieves, they were so angry that they pulled out the Japanese sword and pointed at Bao Xu: "Boy, don't talk big, please draw the sword if you have the ability!"

"Okay, I'll let you see how powerful I am."

Bao Xu drew his long sword, walked to the open space of the Imperial Garden, pointed at the Japanese, and shouted: "Are you going to go together or come one by one?"

"When dealing with you, wherever we need to go together, I can deal with you alone!"
Chapter completed!