Myriad Realms Gu Venerable

Chapter 32 Condensing Qi into a Blade?

Mita Hall.

In order to celebrate Zhou Ming's joining, Oda Heizang specially held a grand dinner to entertain "all ministers" and get to know this new "colleague".

Although Zhou Ming has always emphasized that he and Oda Heizo have a cooperative relationship, in many cases, it is not important what you say, but how others believe it.

Therefore, after seeing Oda Heizo's excessive enthusiasm for Zhou Ming, which was considered by the "officials" to be Oda Heizo's "favor", the jealousy and dissatisfaction towards Zhou Ming, a "newcomer", spread among everyone. Spontaneously, and quickly fermented.

Then, provocations and threats against newcomers also followed.

A short samurai stood up from his seat, walked to the center of the hall, and bowed to Oda Hirazo who was sitting upright.

"My lord!" The five-short warrior said in a muffled voice: "I heard that Zhou Jun is a powerful warrior, why don't I have a competition with Zhou Jun to enliven the atmosphere of this dinner party?"

coming!

Everyone is refreshed.

"Well, this..." Oda Heizang pretended to hesitate, and looked at Zhou Ming who was sitting on his left: "What do you think, Mr. Zhou?"

As soon as these words came out, many people had thoughts in their hearts, and a few cryptic eyes passed each other, and there was a tacit understanding immediately.

Among these people, some of them knew something about what happened during the day, and could more or less guess what Oda Heizang meant, while others didn't know, but it didn't prevent them from wanting to test Zhou Ming and just watch the excitement.

As a result, one pair after another of eyes fell on Zhou Ming, and the attention of the entire hall gradually focused on him.

Zhou Ming stared at the food on the small wooden table in front of him without saying a word.

Everyone in the hall, including Oda Heizo, was kneeling on the ground, but Zhou Ming was sitting cross-legged, nothing else, it's not suitable!
Regarding his maverick, Oda Heizo did not say anything, and of course others would not express anything.

At first, Zhou Ming only thought that this little problem was just a cultural difference, so he endured it, but when the food came, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Taiyaki, tofu, chicken soup, pickled radish, rice is ochazuke, no more...

Such a meal is fine for ordinary consumption, but where is this, a banquet hosted by a daimyo?

That's it?

The level of economic development of an era can be glimpsed from its diet.

From this meal alone, it can be seen that Tosho Island under the rule of Nohara Momonosuke is by no means rich.

Even daimyo's dinner parties are so messed up, you don't have to think about what the common people's daily meals look like.

"Momonosuke Nohara, a demon king, a tyrant, hehe, the evaluation given by the main god is really accurate..."

"Mr. Zhou? Mr. Zhou!"

Oda Heizang's shouts brought Zhou Ming back from his contemplation.

"Huh?" Zhou Ming's thoughts were interrupted, and he raised his head somewhat dissatisfied.

Seeing Zhou Ming's dissatisfaction in his eyes, Oda Heizo was a little annoyed, but he didn't show it, but said with a smile:
"Mr. Zhou, tonight's banquet is for you. How can you be so low-key when you are the protagonist? Why don't you challenge Nojiri-kun and show off a few hands, how about an active atmosphere?"

"A trick?" Zhou Ming then turned his gaze to the short warrior in the field, squinting his eyes: "With him?"

"That's right, I'm here!" The little samurai felt a sense of being belittled, and suddenly became angry, patted the wooden knife on his waist, and shouted loudly.

For safety reasons, such banquets are not allowed to bring knives, so the samurai chose to wear this decorative wooden knife to maintain the samurai's honor of "people are in the sword".

"Oh? How are you compared to Jun Takeuchi?"

Jun Takeuchi?
The little samurai was slightly startled when he heard this name. He was once defeated by Takeuchi Shun, but he was still young at that time, and Takeuchi Shun was already a famous master. Jun Takeuchi.

"He mentioned Shun Takeuchi at this time, did he know that I was defeated by Shun Takeuchi, and he deliberately wanted to humiliate me?"

Thinking of this, an unknown fire rose in the little warrior's heart.

It's a pity that he didn't know the news, he didn't know what happened during the day, and he didn't know that Jun Takeuchi was dead, otherwise he would never have such thoughts in his heart.

So the little warrior shouted: "Takeuchi Shun is only an old man, how can you compare him with me! If you think you are not as good as Takeuchi Shun, then there is no need to compare him!"

As soon as these words came out, the little samurai only felt refreshed, as if he had seen the surprised and admiring eyes of his colleagues around him, and the important use of his daimyo... Then, he heard Zhou Ming's understatement answer.

"Okay, accept!"

Zhou Ming activated the Ghost Shadow Gu, his body was like a ghost, and he appeared in front of the warrior in a flash.

The samurai was shocked, and was about to draw his sword to defend, when he saw Zhou Ming's right index finger and middle finger pointing towards the center of his eyebrow.

"No weapons! Make a knife with your hands?" The samurai was stunned for a moment, a thought flashed in his mind like lightning, and then suddenly, he seemed to understand the other party's thoughts.

"It seems that he also wants to establish a good relationship with me. He uses his hand instead of a knife to exchange ideas with each other. As soon as he clicks, no one will lose his share. Everyone is happy. Well, this colleague..."

laugh!
The sound of flesh being chopped off brought the samurai's thinking to a standstill.

He looked at Zhou Ming, at the translucent sword energy extending from between Zhou Ming's closed fingers, the shock that had just risen in his eyes slowly turned into deathly silence.

Rank two Sword Qi Gu!
Whoa!
All four were shocked!

Some people fell backwards, the two sides were fighting, some people leaned forward and almost lay on the table, some stood up too hastily and knocked over the dishes, some people looked dull and couldn't believe it.

"Condensing Qi into a blade!"

"The legendary condensation of energy into a blade is actually true?"

"Fuck, this young man, what is the origin of this young man..." (I said this)

Oda Heizo, who was sitting in the center, felt his heart agitated like a stormy sea, and asked in surprise: "Is this the martial arts realm where there is no sword in the hand but a sword in the heart?"

Compared with the shock of other people, he thought further. For example, if Zhou Ming wanted to kill him today, how could he resist with this method of condensing energy into a blade?

"You can't even take one of my moves, and you still say that you are better than Jun Takeuchi?"

Zhou Ming glanced contemptuously at the body of the short warrior lying on the ground. Ignoring the shocked eyes in the room, Zhou Ming turned around and walked back to his seat.

The martial arts experience of a short warrior echoed in his mind.

The martial arts experience of a low-level samurai has a diminishing effect on his martial arts improvement, just like in a game, the experience value of killing low-level monsters will decrease.

Therefore, when he killed the big stone god Fengliu and found that those weak warriors had little improvement in his martial arts, Zhou Ming stopped continuing to kill.

Otherwise, he even has the idea of ​​being a ten-lipo sword god.

Killing this little samurai was also an attempt based on this idea.

To be honest, the strength of the short samurai was comparable to that of Shun Takeuchi, but Zhou Ming took advantage of the surprise and made the opponent unable to react, so he was killed with a single sword.

And the martial arts experience provided by this short samurai definitely did not improve Zhou Ming as much as Shun Takeuchi, which indeed proved Zhou Ming's guess.

"It seems that this is also an invisible limitation of the main god. If I want to quickly improve my strength, I must constantly challenge stronger masters. It is simply impossible to brush low-level monsters and enjoy the benefits."

The dinner ended in a commotion.

Because of the powerful strength he displayed, Zhou Ming became the most dazzling presence tonight.

Almost no one cared about the death of the little samurai, and soon the body was dragged down for disposal. This is the tragedy of a samurai.

(End of this chapter)