Deng Ganjiang didn't expect that these Japanese Ronins were so powerful, and their sword was so powerful.

The sword he was most satisfied with was cut off by someone else.

After the Japanese Rangers cut off the sword, they naturally wanted their cold iron. The men who helped the boxing that Deng Gan invited would not watch them take away the cold iron.

So they had a quarrel with several Japanese Langren, and then they started fighting. Deng Gan Jiang underestimated the strength of these Langren and overestimated the guys he invited to help the boxing.

These Japanese ronin sword techniques are extremely fast and ruthless.

There was no way, and in the end, Deng Ganjiang had to end up with himself, but he didn't expect that he would be cut off an arm.

It was at this time that Deng Hao ran out and found Master Dingxian.

By the time Changle and the others rushed back, the Japanese Rangers had already ended the battle, and they were also vicious, and every man who took action was cut off one arm.

"Master Deng Valley! Now give us the cold iron!" The warrior leader said coldly, it was the fingerprints he left on the broken sword. "Otherwise, we will destroy your Sword Forging Valley!"

"Give it to you!" Deng Gan said as he gave it to him, but in fact he wanted to delay it. Deng Hao went to invite Master Dingxian, and there should be a turnaround when she came.

"Amitabha!" Master Dingxian and his friends walked in from outside.

"Master, save the sword-making valley!" Deng Ganjiang said with tears in his eyes.

"You Zhongyuan people have no faith! If you lose a bet, you will not admit your account!" said the warrior leader contemptuously.

Changle glanced at him, why did he make this guy despise him?

"Master Deng Gu, give the cold iron to others." Changle said to them.

Deng Ganjiang looked at him angrily, and Deng Hao said angrily, "Whoever is surnamed Zhao, we have indeed been slow to treat you before, but you don't have to treat us like this."

"We will not bow our heads to these Japanese roninians even if we die," the gangsters also said loudly.

"If you don't want to give it to me, don't agree to make a bet at that time. Since you have decided to make a bet, you will naturally have to fulfill your promise if you lose." Changle said to them.

After he said this, everyone really had nothing to say. Deng Ganjiang put his hope on Master Dingxian, but Master Dingxian did not express anything.

"Give it to them!" Deng Ganjiang said in despair.

"You guy is very conscious of the times!" said the leader of the ronin warrior to Changle.

Changle just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Deng Hao walked in with his red eyes and carried a piece of cold iron with three men. As soon as the cold iron was put down, the temperature in the room was several degrees lower.

"The guys from the Central Plains martial arts world are indeed vulnerable." The leader of the ronin was about to let someone carry the cold iron.

"Wait, let's have a bet now." Changle said to them with a smile.

One of the ronin talked a lot. Before Changle traveled through time, he also followed *** and teacher Ozawa learned Japanese, but he didn't understand much. At that time, his thoughts were mainly on the plot.

"Did he agree?" Changle asked as he looked at their leader.

"Hmph! Why should we bet with you?" said the leader of the ronin impatiently.

After he said that, Changle disappeared from his eyes. The ronin who had just spoken screamed. Only then did everyone realize that his arms had left his body directly.

"Just because you don't bet with me, I can kill all of you." Changle said with the long sword that Xiao Hammer sent back to his sheath. "Besides, aren't you also using this method to force Sword Valley to make bets with you?"

"Okay! I want to see how you cut off my knife!" He pulled out the long knife around his waist.

Changle stretched out two fingers, gently touched the hilt from the tip of the knife, and slowly slid back from the hilt.

When my finger suddenly slid into the middle of the blade, it seemed to have a light flash.

But the knife made a big buzzing sound, and then the knife broke into two pieces.

"What a deep internal strength!" Deng Ganjiang said in surprise. Did his guy start practicing his internal strength in the womb?

Changle's move immediately shocked these Japanese ronin. They knew the toughness of the sword. But they didn't expect it to be broken by the person in front of them.

They glanced at Changle and realized that the person in front of them really couldn't afford to offend them. They were ready to leave without even giving up their harsh words.

"By the way, I heard that the Japanese pirates in Zhejiang are very terrible, it has nothing to do with you." Seeing them planning to leave, Changle stopped them and asked.

"What does this matter have to do with you?" The leader of the ronin looked at Changle coldly. After they arrived in the Ming Dynasty, they robbed many villages and towns.

However, few martial arts people meddled with other people's business. If it weren't for Lord Wang Zhi's birthday this time, they would like to use this piece of cold iron as a gift. They would not intend to have any conflicts with these martial arts people.

"Since you guys are really that way." Changle suddenly smiled at them.

The sun shone on his face, and the warrior leader felt that Changle under the sun was like a special beast.

Beautiful and extremely dangerous!

After Changle finished speaking, he drew his sword, killing one person and one sword is enough.

The warrior leader quickly resisted with the broken knife in his hand, and Changle cut off his arm holding the knife with one sword.

The remaining Japanese pirates were not so lucky, and they all died under Changle's sword.

"I want you to go back and give your companions a word." Changle pulled a sword flower and wiped out the blood from the sword.

"What, what?" the warrior leader asked with a grief.

"Those who offend me China will be punished even if they are far away!" Changle said very seriously.

The warrior leader covered his arms, glanced at Changle, remembered his appearance in his heart, and then turned and left.

Master Dingyi helped everyone heal their wounds. Changle looked at Han Tie and said to Deng Ganjiang, "I will not have any impact on me when I sit on my Han Tie to practice my Zixia Technique, right?"

Deng Ganjiang...

"No, this piece of Han Tie Young Master is not easy to take. I'll send someone to send it to Huashan." Deng Ganjiang felt ten thousand unwilling in his heart, but he finally gave Han Tie to Changle.

"Then I'll trouble Master Deng." Changle turned around and left after saying that.

People have a deeper understanding of the skills of this Huashan Youlong. He held a banquet to invite Changle in the evening, but was rejected by Changle.

He doesn't like the kind of vain and impolite dealing with it, so it's better to give Xiao Hammer some interesting advice.

"Master, have you really got that piece of cold iron?" Xiao Chuan asked excitedly. His eyebrows were also full of excitement.

"Yes, yes." Changle nodded, "You can use that cold iron to forge a long sword for you."

Xiao Chuan shook his head. He rarely gave him Dingxi a lot after so many years, and he was used to life being mean to him.

But now that he has Changle, he is very satisfied.

"Master, can you give me a name?" he said in a low voice.

"Of course." Changle suddenly felt energetic.

"My mother's surname is Deng." Xiao Chuan said quickly. He wanted to follow his mother's surname.

"Chunjun? How about Deng Chunjun?" Changle asked looking at him.

"Thank you, Master." He knelt down and kowtowed three times seriously. He was very satisfied with the name. "I will go to my mother's grave to tell her tomorrow."

With my name, my name is Deng Chunjun.

I also have a master, his name is Zhao Changle.
Chapter completed!