Chapter 112 Neon swordsmanship is like a long night (4000)

A kendo courtyard surrounded by low black and white walls.

With a bang, the kendo door was knocked open.

One by one, stern-looking thugs in suits rushed into the courtyard, forming a human wall.

"Baga, do you know where this place is?"

Disciples wearing kendo uniforms gathered around him. Even though they knew the opponent might have a gun, they were not afraid at all.

"This is the dojo of Tianchen Yida-ryu!"

"I know."

A calm voice drowned out all the noise.

The thugs in suits on both sides turned sideways, bent towards the door, and saluted at 90 degrees.

"Teacher!"

"Your Excellency has already won, why do you need to insult our teacher again?"

Lin Mosheng shrugged, making himself look like a villain. I am a partner of justice!

"We will never allow the association to be so rampant!"

This is the famous Yagyu Shininryu Living Sword.

A disciple of Xin Yinliu glared at Lin Mosheng and put his palm on the handle of his sword.

"how come?"

Lin Mosheng kicked Yagyu Shengxing, who was covered in blood, to the corner, and then he carried the 'Vajra Heavenly Blessing' carelessly, "I am doing actual combat drills for the disciples behind me."

This afternoon, the New Yinliu was definitely one of the biggest blows to the Black Tigers.

Jiumu Churen looked at the 'Vajra Heavenly Blessing' in Lin Mosheng's hand for a long time, and finally said, "I'm not as good as me, so there's no need to teach me any more."

The obedience engraved in their bones makes them respect all the rules set by the strong.

However, they have no evidence, and the entire Tokyo Kendo has been given a hush-hush order. Whoever speaks out will die.

After Lin Mosheng left, feeling the disciples following him, Kamiyama Sachi respectfully and excitedly said to Lin Mosheng, "Mr. Lin, do you really want to open a kendo gym in Tokyo?"

This is like a child laughing at the emperor's new clothes, completely tearing off the last fig leaf of Tokyo Kendo.

The roaring New Yin-ryu disciple held back his anger, "What are you practicing? Is it a form of bullying like a street fight between gangsters?"

"Teacher College?!"

No wonder they, Yagyu, the best in the world, never wanted to teach him the famous living sword.

Liu Shengxing pointed at Lin Mosheng tremblingly, his throat and blood pressure in his chest, and he fainted.

Living Sword.

It is also the most useless swordsmanship in Neon.

In front of Lin Mosheng, Jiumu Churen didn't even dare to challenge him, so how could he let them stay?

In a catastrophic disaster, the first thing you see is not the police or doctors, it must be the paparazzi. The intensity of their patrols in Tokyo even exceeds that of the Metropolitan Police Department!

The previous disciple kept backing away in confusion, muttering, "The Living Sword has been proven to be a sword of waste..."

When Lin Mosheng saw that everyone was silent, he smiled and shrugged, "Look, it's your teacher who doesn't teach you. He doesn't even teach you such a subtle way of the New Yin-ryu Sword Master. I teach you all the time."

What stuff?"

Lin Mosheng shook his left hand seriously, "I am showing the way of the sword master."

This is a gentle dance of swordsmanship.

Before today, even if he knew he was going to die, he would still sing generously.

"Yes, normal school!"

Even the paparazzi have already thought of tomorrow's headlines.

But tonight, Tianchen Yi Dao Liu had his plaque taken off in public, and even the head teacher did not even dare to draw his sword.

"I'll fight you!"

Lin Mosheng shook his head, "You can't learn my swordsmanship, so if you teach me, it will be in vain."

Then he said solemnly, "Do you want the last bit of dignity of Neon Kendo or the plaque in your home?"

The ordinary disciples glanced at the already heartbroken Kyugi Hatsuto, then bowed and left silently.

A burly figure walked in casually.

This scene shocked the ordinary disciples more than any words. They instantly became quiet and looked at their teacher with complicated expressions.

The formation has already been prepared here, with swordsmen wearing kendo uniforms surrounding their masters like warriors desperate to the death.

Jiumuzhuren looked at Lin Mosheng, "What are you doing here?"

The real beginner swordsmen were all silent, because just now Lin Mosheng kept beating his master like a dog with this set of swordsmanship.

"cut."

The plaque of Tianchen Yidao Style was taken down. Of course, such a big thing cannot be hidden.

The paparazzi all over Tokyo were in a frenzy.

Lin Mosheng nodded and smiled.

Jiumu Churen sighed and looked at Lin Mosheng again, "How do you want to solve it?"

Although it was just a single cut, the huge plaque was torn into pieces and the cuts were smooth.

Yagyu Shengyuki held back his anger and said, "Please!"

Lin Mosheng spread his hands outward, as if he were a street gangster, and said to Kumaki Haruto with an exaggerated expression, "No, you can't afford to open such a big sword dojo, can you?"

The disciple yelled loudly, then looked at Lin Mosheng, as if to remember his appearance clearly, then turned around to get his own plaque.

After saying that, his whole body became weak, and the only remaining frame collapsed.

Then, he was beaten away by Lin Mosheng like a dog and rolled several times on the ground.

They are here to learn swordsmanship. Whoever is stronger will naturally learn from him.

He did not dare to think about it anymore, but said respectfully, "Sir, please accept me as your disciple and teach me your peerless swordsmanship."

"You are insulting the way of our Neon Sword Master, I will fight you!"

Of course he knew that Neon would not abide by the rules in the end, but he still hoped that the time would be later so that he could accumulate more good deeds.

"impossible!"

No one dared to say anything. It was legal in the Neon Society. As long as they didn't take the lead, even groups of thugs parading through the streets were just a beautiful sight.

Therefore, even Yagyu Shininryu himself does not practice this set of swordsmanship.

The famous Sword Master's Immortal Sword.

Two minutes later, a pale-faced young man walked out. He was strong but seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness. He was one of the remaining swordsmen in the Kendo Federation today.

He understood very well what it was like to have a kendo gym that could defeat all the kendo gyms with swords.

The living sword hurts but does not kill.

Although the Tokyo Kendo Federation used construction to cover up the past, who the hell would change the Tokyo Kendo Federation into a circus?

"What is this? This is an insult to kendo!"

Lin Mosheng's words instantly broke everyone's hearts, and they glanced at Yagyu Shengxing, who was out of breath and fainting, with complicated expressions.

After taking the plaque, Lin Mosheng chopped it off with one knife, as if several arms were waving at the same time, like a magical skill.

"Impossible, impossible!"

He suddenly said with compassion, "I came to Neon because of the monopoly of Neon swordsmanship. The truly exquisite swordsmanship was hidden by one crazy swordsman after another. Instead, he taught some inferior swordsmanship to earn a lot of money."

Jiumu Hazuto gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"

Jiumu Churen looked at the disciple next to him. He was struck by that divine and Buddha-like sword intent today, and he had no time to care about anything else after he came back.

Lin Mosheng glanced at Shang Xing next to him.

Lin Mosheng looked around at the people around him and said, "Where is your swordsman? Let him come out and say someone is kicking him."

Hearing Lin Mosheng's words, the leading disciple was about to taunt him, but the other disciple thought he was who he was and asked the teacher to come out as soon as he opened his mouth.

He won't have to abide by the rules then, because he will be stronger than everyone else by then!

There was no honorific in his tone.

The look in Lin Mosheng's eyes showed not only anger, but also admiration, even more admiration than anger.

If this is not reported, what is the difference between them and being dead?!

"What?"
To be continued...