Thinking of Ye Fan's terrifying deeds, Yuan Yinglang's vest was completely soaked in cold sweat, and he was afraid for a while, as if he had walked before the ghost gate was closed.

Even Yuan Musashi, the first person in the kendo realm of the Wa Kingdom, died in Ye Fan's hands, even if he cultivated for another hundred years, he was probably not Ye Fan's opponent.

However, Yuan Yinglang was young and vigorous after all, and gritted his teeth and said: "Master, are we going to let that kid be powerful? No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than the missile artillery, right?"

"Stupid!"

Yuo Kurosaki had a gloomy face, looking like a child who could not be taught, and said sharply: "Ye Beichen not only killed the Sword Saint, but also bloodied the Ise Shrine and killed hundreds of priests!"

These words were like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens, and they exploded in the ears of everyone in the audience.

Yuan Yinglang was dumbfounded, stunned, as if he had a fish bone stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

If Gen Musashi is the strongest swordsman and the limit of mortals, then the Grand Priest of Ise Jingu is the supreme god and the true ruler of the Wa Kingdom, and even the royal family and cabinet can only rely on him.

Even if he was Genji's young master, he didn't dare to speak ill of the great priest behind his back, it was no different from blasphemy.

Yuan Yinglang never imagined that Ye Fan would be able to escape with his whole body after the bloody bath of Ise Shrine.

If he knew that the Great Priest had become Ye Fan's slave, he would probably faint in fright on the spot!

At this time, Kurosaki Yuo looked at him with a cold look in his eyes, and continued: "If you still want to take revenge, I won't stop you, but only in your own name, don't drag others down!"

"No!

Yuan Yinglang hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, frightened.

Are you kidding?

Even if he borrowed 10,000 guts from him now, he didn't dare to provoke Ye Fan, and he couldn't wait to hide away.

"Hey......"

At this time, Kurosaki Yuo sighed faintly again, thinking of the last request made by Ye Fan just now, he was helpless and a little sad, and muttered to himself:

"The old man wanted to take this opportunity to revive the martial arts of the Japanese country, but he didn't expect that not only did he fail to succeed, but he would also be embarrassed in front of the whole world, woo hoo lament!"

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Ye Fan and the elite warriors of Huaxia gathered at the door of the hotel.

Seeing the smashed lobby, the other eight elite soldiers looked confused, not knowing what was happening.

Ye Fan didn't explain, and directly took them to the competition venue in the Black Rock Desert.

The long yellow sand and the vast Gobi make people sigh at the magic of nature.

Because of the hot climate and the perennial high temperature of more than 40 degrees, the Black Rock Desert is inaccessible and there are few resources in it, even explorers will not visit, but it is perfect for competitions.

In the heart of the desert, even if the battle is turned upside down, it will not have any impact on the outside world.

The group waited for enough internal strength to travel hundreds of kilometers in the desert and finally arrived at the competition venue.

This time, more than 100 countries participated in the first Global Martial Arts Conference hosted by the United States, and each country had ten places to participate.

At this moment, thousands of warriors have gathered around the venue, blacks, whites, yellows, and Indians......

Different skin colors, from different countries, but without exception, they reveal a powerful aura, they are all the most pinnacle powerhouses in the world, and they are all the top masters of the Megatron side.

It is no exaggeration to say that if these thousands of warriors unite and go on a killing spree, they can easily destroy a small country.

Ye Fan closed his eyes and quietly spread out his divine sense, as if he was in a vast starry sky, with more than a thousand stars shining around, bright or dark.

Most of the stars are almost the same, but a dozen of them are huge, like bright and dazzling stars, shining brightly, revealing an incomparably terrifying aura.

These rays of light are all symbols of the transformation of spiritual power into substance, and it can be seen that their spiritual power is no less powerful than that of the great priest of Ise Jingu.

Several of them seemed to be aware of Ye Fan's prying eyes and were ready to fight back.

But before they could do it, Ye Fan's divine consciousness disappeared without a trace in an instant like the ebb tide of the waves, leaving no trace.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, in the distance, a white-robed old man holding a golden scepter suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining and extremely sharp, as if he had cut the air in front of him.

"High Priestess, what's wrong with you?" several people next to him came over and asked with concern.

If the people of the pyramid country are here, they will be surprised to find that this white-robed old man is the most sacred and noble high priest of the pyramid country.

In the pyramid nations, the priestly class has a long and far-reaching history, rooted in tradition.

Unlike the clergy in Western society, the priests of the pyramid kingdom did not exist for divination or to maintain a relationship with a god, but were regarded as representatives of the pharaohs, holding great power and participating in the affairs of the state.

The high priest glanced around, was silent for a moment, and slowly spoke: "Just now someone used his divine sense to spy on me, and as soon as I had the intention of killing, I was detected by him, leaving no traces!"

Hearing this, several people around them showed surprise.

In their hearts, the High Priest is an invincible existence, once an enemy trespassed on the Pyramid of Khufu to find the treasure of the Pharaoh, but the High Priest only had a single thought, killing people invisibly, causing enemies thousands of meters away to die violently.

They never imagined that there would be people in this world who could make the high priest deflated.

"This Global Martial Arts Conference is really a Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, you must not underestimate the enemy!" the High Priest said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the crowd responded.

......

"Boom, boom!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of thousands of troops galloping in the distance, and the earth shook.

Many warriors in the arena subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the source of the sound, and ten knights appeared in their sight.

These knights were tall and burly, and their whole bodies were covered in the black iron armor of Mori, and the armor was engraved with many mysterious totems that they could not understand, and each rider only showed their eyes, and their faces could not be seen clearly, and the beautiful Damascus sword hung from his waist.

Damascus knives are made of Uzi ingots, and the blade is covered with a variety of patterns, like flowing water, which is wonderful, this unique pattern seems beautiful, but in fact it is composed of countless small serrations that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the power is amazing, and a random blow can cause fatal damage to the enemy.

But what was really shocking was the war horse they sat on.

The ten horses are the purest Arabian horses, with beautiful shapes, light heads, pure white hair, flawless hair, and perfect skeletal muscle proportions, like a golden section, like a perfect work of art.

And their hooves, but showing a flame-like red glow, rushed all the way, like a beacon fire in the prairie fire, the gods are extraordinary.

These ten horsemen charged, the battle spirit was monstrous, and the power was extraordinary, like thousands of troops and horses swept in, making people breathe a sigh of relief.

The air seemed to be filled with a strong aura of slaughter.

If ordinary people were here, I am afraid that they would tremble with fear and collapse to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Xie Jinyuan's face was extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "I really didn't expect that the oil country would be so generous and send out the God of War Knights!"

"God of War Knights?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Colonel Xie, what is that?"

"General Ye, this is the ultimate force of the oil country, the history can be traced back to hundreds of years ago, it is the killer weapon in the hands of the king of the oil country, and it will never be used lightly!

When running with all his might, the crimson horse's hooves rubbed violently against the ground, and the speed was so fast that it could even heat the wind to 100 degrees, and the surrounding grass and trees were ignited! The power of the warrior when he rode his horse and charged was equivalent to the full force of the Yellow Realm Grandmaster's blow, and it was unstoppable!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan was quite surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that there were unknown elite troops in the oil country.

In a sense, these knights mainly rely on the strength of their mounts, and if they dismount, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

However, the biggest rule of this martial arts conference is that there are no rules.

The super soldiers of the United States are equipped with individual nuclear weapons, and in comparison, the war horses of the knights of the oil country are nothing.