Ai Qier did not come alone. Beside her, there were four people and four people armed. Two of them were wearing black suits and cold black sunglasses. They were obviously Ai Qier's bodyguard, and one of the other two looked a bit strange.

This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a tough face, just like a knife cut, and a slightly thin figure. He is wearing a plain clothes that Japanese ancient warriors have seen, and in his hand is holding a long, slender Japanese sword.

As for the last one, it is a Japanese woman wearing professional women's clothing, and her identity is obviously a translator.

Just after taking a look at it, Du Cheng was sure that this middle-aged man was a master, and he was also a very powerful master.

It can even be said that this middle-aged man may be stronger than the strongest Yu Shi that Du Cheng has seen so far, and everything comes from the long sword in the hands of the middle-aged man.

When Du Cheng looked at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man also glanced at Du Cheng coldly, his eyes full of disdain, and a condescending contempt and indifference, which was a trick like looking at an ant.

Obviously, in the eyes of that middle-aged man, Du Cheng was just an ant.

"Ai Qier, what do you mean?"

Charlie's face was obviously ugly and looked a little more angry.

Aiqier arrived earlier than Du Cheng and Charlie. When Du Cheng and Charlie arrived, she was having a meal with the middle-aged man. It was her bodyguard who saw Charlie and Du Cheng. After telling her, she came to her door as soon as possible.

Although Charlie was angry, Ai Qier ignored Charlie's intention and turned her eyes to Du Cheng, with her beautiful eyes wide open on her pretty face full of exotic charm.

Du Cheng felt a little embarrassed when Ai Qier saw it, and intuition told Du Cheng that Ai Qier's purpose here was probably not to find him.

"Are you interested in betting on me again?"

Sure enough, Ai Qier's first words had already revealed the purpose of her trip.

Charlie was completely ignored by Aiqier, but he dared not speak out because as a Frenchman and a person who grew up in Paris, Charlie knew what the Clarkel family represented.

"Mmm, haven't Lou lost enough yet?"

Du Cheng just glanced at Ai Qier indifferently, then glanced at the middle-aged man beside Ai Qier, and had already guessed Ai Qier's purpose.

"I won't lose again this time."

Ai Qier's proud pretty face was full of confidence. After glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, he said directly to Du Cheng: "In a word, do you dare to gamble?

"What are you betting on?" Du Cheng did not refuse, but just said lightly. "Gambling on swordsmanship, but this time you were not betting on me, but him. Ai Qier said, pointing at the middle-aged man, and the proud and confident expression on his face became stronger.

When Du Cheng heard Ai Qier say this, he just smiled, because everything was as he expected, Charlie and the middle-aged man were obviously stunned.

Charlie did not expect that Ai Qier, who had been doing right with him before, had already put the Japanese mark on Du Cheng at some point. However, although Charlie had some confidence in Du Cheng, when he saw the middle-aged man next to Ai Shier, his confidence was obviously shaken.

Although Chali was just an amateur, the aura of the middle-aged man was too amazing, especially the other person's eyes, which made Charli feel cold in his heart.

The middle-aged man heard Ai Qier's decision from the female translator, and a hint of anger flashed clearly in his eyes, but it disappeared soon. At the same time, his eyes swept over Du Chengchu again, and his eyes became even more contemptuous.

Du Cheng was a little bored with the middle-aged man's eyes. After shaking his head gently, he deliberately said disdainfully: "I'm not interested, he's too weak, just a little Japanese."

Ai Qier didn't expect Du Cheng to change his words suddenly, and his tone was so arrogant and arrogant, and his face was obviously stagnant.

But the middle-aged man, who knew Du Cheng's intention from the translation office, suddenly felt cold in his eyes and his expression was full of anger. Then he asked Du Cheng coldly: "What did you say just now, I have the kind of saying it again...

Du Cheng smiled slightly and ignored it at all.

Middle-aged people obviously rarely receive such neglect, and their faces become even more angry. However, just as he was about to teach Du Cheng a lesson, Ai Qier refused to believe him.

Ai Qier simply stretched out his hand, and the middle-aged man, who had already been waiting for it, suddenly stopped, and then looked at Ai Qier with confusion.

"Since you think he is very weak, then just treat me as a prophecy to you. In a word, 300 million, are you going to play?"

It is obvious that this time Ai Qier wanted to win back all those who lost to Du Cheng. Of course, avoiding it also proved one thing. One of the three major swordsmen in Japan, Nakamura Yidao, who has the title of Demon Sword, has seen the opponent's sword skills with his own eyes, which is absolutely amazing.

Ai Qier can be said to have a fresh memory of what Du Cheng said after she won her last time, so Ai Qier went to China in person afterwards. It was a pity that she could not find the so-called swordsman master at all, but instead found Nakamura Yidao in Japan.

Ai Qier's purpose in finding Zhongshu Yidao is very simple, that is, to learn swordsmanship.

But Ai Qier didn't know that in Japan, swordsmanship and swordsmanship were actually mixed.

So, when the bodyguard told her that Du Cheng and Charlie appeared, Ai Qier's first reaction was to ask Du Cheng to bet again. This time, she must win back all the losses before.

Nakamura Yidao had already heard Ai Qier's bargaining chips from the translation office. Even though he was one of the three major swordsmen in Japan, when he heard about 300 million euros of bargaining chips, his face still changed a little more.

"Three hundred million, no interest."

Du Cheng still had a faint tone. Since Ai Qier had arrived, Du Cheng didn't mind making a big fuss on her.

Nakamura Yidao did not expect that Du Cheng would look down on him again and again. As one of the three major swordsmen in Japan, his dignity had been greatly insulted. Therefore, this made him look at Du Cheng with a little cold murderous intent and anger.

Ai Qier didn't expect that Du Cheng's tone was so big, which made her lack of confidence shake some. However, after finally biting her, she said to Du Cheng: "500 million, in one sentence, are you going to bet?"

“Good d”

A faint smile appeared on Du Cheng's face, and then he responded directly.

Behind the club, there is a place for members to entertain. As a symbol of the spirit of Japanese samurai, wooden swords and sword halls are naturally indispensable.

Inside the Sword Hall, Charlie sat behind Du Cheng, while Du Cheng stood at the center of the No. 1 Pavilion. Less than three meters away in front of Du Cheng, there was Nakamura Yidao.

Ai Qier stood behind Nakamura Yidao, and her proud pretty face also had a hint of excitement and excitement. Naturally, there was a bit of nervousness in addition to this.

Although 500 million euros are nothing for a person like Ai Qier, what Ai Qier values ​​more is her face and her proud heart. From childhood to adulthood, she has been the proud daughter of heaven in the eyes of others.

Proficient in the language of the twelve countries, no matter what they are, they are basically a master of Yibo.

In Ai Qier's dictionary, her life will never fail, which has also created her extremely proud personality.

However, Ai Qier never thought that she would lose in the hands of a Chinese, and she lost twice in a row.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to Ai Qier's strong pride and self-esteem. This time, it was undoubtedly an opportunity for Ai Qier. Although Du Cheng was very confident, when Ai Qier remembered the sword skills that Nakamura Yidao was so powerful that she was incredible, Ai Qier was full of confidence in Nakamura Yidao.

In the center of the Sword Museum, Du Cheng and Nakamura Yidao each held a wooden knife.

It is naturally impossible to use a real knife in this kind of competition. Ximu knife is the best competition.

Of course, this wooden knife is made of extremely tough wood. In addition, the later production is not much weaker than the real knife in terms of hardness, but it just has no blade.

Du Cheng held the slender wooden knife with a slightly curved curve, and his eyes were just looking at the Nakamura Yidao. Although Du Cheng had not learned any swordsmanship and skills, the design of this wooden knife was mainly based on both degree and side splits, which could fully exert Du Cheng's advantages in terms of degree and strength. The requirements in terms of swordsmanship and skills were the second.

Therefore, Du Cheng did not mean to let Xin'er control himself in this battle, because Du Cheng wanted to try it on Nakamura Yidao to see what his strength had reached after his degree and strength had exceeded 400.

Nakamura Yidao was also looking at Du Cheng, and his eyes were already filled with coldness.
Chapter completed!