"Mr. Zhang, Xiaoshan Beida is the martial arts myth of our country, the first director of the Jizhen Guild Hall, his status is extremely respectful, that is, he doesn't need to salute when he sees the prime minister, you are really too presumptuous to talk like this. ”

A man in white who came to deliver the invitation said coldly.

He is the current owner of the Jizhen Guild Hall, Beiting Chuan, who used to be the apprentice of Xiaoshan Beida, and has always respected this teacher, if it weren't for Zhang Yang's strength, he would have turned his face directly.

"What? Isn't it presumptuous for you to talk to me like this?"

Zhang Yang chuckled, and the vast divine thoughts condensed between his eyebrows and burst out violently. Although Beitingchuan has already obtained the true inheritance of Xiaoshan Beida, and his cultivation has reached the peak of his strength, which is almost the same as Zhang Yang, his spiritual power is too weak, and he has no power to resist at all.

'Ahh

He screamed, took seven or eight steps back, and slammed into the door of the main house.

The other three Japanese samurai, seeing that Beiting Chuan, the strongest among them, couldn't stop Zhang Yang's eyes, and immediately trembled like chaff.

"I don't care what the hill is or the mountain is bigger. I came to Japan and had business to do, so I didn't have time to fight with people every day. Zhang Yang snorted coldly, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Mr. Zhang, you probably don't know yet, right? The one you're looking for is now in the Jishin Hall in Hokkaido, protected by my master... Sooner or later, you will have to pass my master's level, even if you run away, it's useless. ”

Beitingchuan walked over again, neither humble nor arrogant.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang held his chin, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, I promise." ”

"In three days, my master will be waiting for you at the bottom of Mt. Fuji. ”

Bei Tingchuan bowed slightly, and then left with the people.

Before leaving, he also stared back coldly.

As the second-generation owner of the Jizhen Guild Hall, the apprentice of Xiaoshan Beida, his status in the Japanese martial arts world is also extremely respected, and he has never suffered such a loss, but his tone is a little heavier, and he is almost crushed into ashes.

Waiting for the outsiders to leave, Hanyu Yuzuru asked slightly nervously:

"My lord, do you really want to agree to this appointment?"

"Hmm. Zhang Yang shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

"Xiaoshan Beida, that's the strongest martial arts myth in our country. ”

Hanyu Yuzuru had a worried expression on his face.

Even now, in the minds of many Japanese warriors, Koyama Beida is invincible, this concept is deeply rooted, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to be shaken in the next hundred years.

"Is it strong?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"I... I'm not very sure. Hanyu Yuzuru owes his body.

After all, Xiaoshan Beida is a person of the last century, who once surprised the world and won the world, which has to be traced back to the sixties and seventies of the last century, and his old man has long been in seclusion for twenty or thirty years, older than Hanyu Yuzuru, so all he heard were rumors, and he didn't know his true level.

At this time, the flying sword in Zhang Yang's sleeve flew out by itself, floating in the air, and said faintly:

"Very powerful, at the end of the last century, he came to find Zaixia, and summoned four ghosts and gods under him, but he couldn't do anything with him, although the outcome was a win, but in fact, I was defeated. ”

"And over the years, Xiaoshan Beida has been concentrating on cultivation, both Buddhism and Taoism, with his peerless talent, I don't know what level he has reached now. ”

Seeing that a flying sword could speak, Hanyu couldn't help but purse his lips.

Although this is not the first time she has seen it, every time she sees this picture, she still can't stop being surprised, and she admires Zhang Yang's methods more and more, and she can transform the only Yin-Yang Heavenly Master in Japan into a sword spirit with a center of gravity.

"Can't even beat you?..." Zhang Yang raised his eyelids, and then smiled:

"It's okay, in three days, I'll help you get a shame. ”

......

Mt. Fuji is the highest mountain in Japan and one of the most important national symbols, located 80 kilometers southwest of Tokyo. It was once known as 'Mt. Sheng' and was deeply respected by the Japanese people.

It was once the largest active volcano in the world, but now it has gone dormant, and according to historical records, the volcano erupted a total of eighteen times, the last of which was in the 17th century, and then went into a dormant period until now.

In the early hours of the morning, there were many vehicles rushing to the bottom of Mt. Fuji from all over the world, and by the time the sun was shining, almost all the roads around Mt. Fuji were in a state of traffic jam.

Many warriors from China, Southeast Asia, and even all over the world flocked to the area, causing even Japanese officials to directly block the Mt. Fuji scenic spot and not allow ordinary tourists to enter.

Immediately afterwards, a long convoy rushed over like a long snake, driving in front of a black Rolls-Royce, followed by a series of luxury cars, Bentley, Ascott, Lincoln, Lexus, just like a luxury car expo.

The convoy stopped outside the police cordon, and hundreds of men in black suits, all grim-faced, stood in two rows on either side of the road.

Not only these well-known members of the underground society, but soon there were luxury cars driving over, and all of them were important and bigwigs.

"The president of the Sony Group... CEO of Toshiba Group... Congressman... The owner of the Jizhen Guild..."

Seeing these familiar faces, the Japanese tourists who were watching were completely frightened.

What are they trying to do?

As more and more big people came, they greeted each other, and then, accompanied by their men, stood on the side of the road and waited, from morning to afternoon.

It wasn't until the sun went down that everyone had already arrived, and then they finally saw that in the distance in the western sky, a black shadow came stepping on the slanting sun.

His movements were very fast, at first he was still ten kilometers away, but in an instant, the distance was shortened by a small half, and then several more figures stepped out, with the remnants of the Dao behind him, appearing in everyone's field of vision.

Faced with the cordon formed by the police and the community, he ignored it at all and strode over.

"This Chinese man is looking for death, so many bigwigs are in front, what did he do with it?"

Countless Japanese tourists who saw this scene shook their heads and smiled.

And those daughters-in-law, men, and police officers shouted to stop Zhang Yang from entering.

Seeing the curator of the Jizhen Hall, Kitanikawa strode over, bowed down and said:

"Dear Mr. Zhang, we have been waiting for you for a long time. ”

At the same time, the major onmyoji, kendo masters, as well as political ministers, presidents of the major chaebols, and almost all the big names from Japan bowed and saluted.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence at the foot of Mt. Fuji.

All of them had big mouths and incredible expressions in their eyes.

"Who is this Chinese?"

......

"Mr. Zhang, my master is already waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, the entire mountain has been sealed off by us, and no one will disturb your fight. ”

Beiting Chuan said with a straight face, and then accompanied Zhang Yang into the scenic area of Mount Fuji.

In the scenic area, warriors from all over the world have long gathered.

Zhang Yang walked and watched, and saw many familiar faces, and almost all of the warriors he had met in China were present. And among them, there was a very familiar figure who was waving at Zhang Yang to say hello.

I saw that she was tall and tall, with a high ponytail, and she looked heroic and hearty, it was Guan Ziqing.

"It seems that this little girl is already obsessed with martial arts..."

Zhang Yang shook his head and chuckled, glanced at her, and said hello.

"Mr. Zhang, my master is already waiting for you in front"

Bei Tingchuan accompanied him and was whispering, but before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Yang leap violently, straight up to the sky like an arrow with a bow, directly across the mountains and rivers of several hundred meters, and stood in a clearing at the bottom of the mountain in the distance.

As early as the moment he stepped here, Zhang Yang's vast divine thoughts had already unfolded, covering almost the entire Mount Fuji, knowing all the news here, he naturally knew the location of Xiaoshan Beida.

And in this clearing, there was an old man with an old face and a slightly curved back, and when he saw Zhang Yang coming, he slowly spoke: "Mr. Zhang, you are finally here." ”

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