Huaxia, International Airport.

In the VIP passage, four white men dressed in medieval European costumes slowly walked out.

All of them are burly and strong.

Bulging muscles, full of explosive power.

The dark blue eyes were as bright as the stars, shining brightly.

It seems that there is a peculiar charm.

The man at the front was a pale complexion, with long blond hair and a shawl, as brilliant as the sun, and heroic.

The moment he left the airport, two dazzling divine lights bloomed in his eyes, which were terrifying.

"Hmph, Huaxia, the last position held by the indigenous warriors. ”

From his mouth, a strange syllable sounded.

It's not like English, it's not like Latin, it's very different from all known languages on earth.

He stood outside the airport, looking down at the shuttle traffic.

"This place is no different, in the last decisive battle, those indigenous warriors were completely defeated, and it is said that only a few top powerhouses have opened up a small world, and they are surviving!"

These white men were communicating in that strange language.

They looked around with a gaze full of scrutiny.

It's like a group of conquerors, patrolling a land that is about to be trampled.

Their eyes were cold and untouched.

In his speech and demeanor, there is an innate sense of superiority.

It seems that he is born superior.

This is a sense of superiority that is different from the usual sense, and the eyes of the pedestrians are like looking at ants.

"This time, we rushed to Huaxia, in addition to arresting that hateful Eastern Martial Artist to the Holy City, more importantly, to participate in the Martial Arts Alliance held by the Huaxia Martial Artist, so as to find out how far the strength accumulated by those natives has reached. ”

The blonde man at the head has an extremely handsome face.

Although his bearing is calm, he looks like a teenager.

A man following closely behind him nodded slightly and said, "Michael, we all know the purpose of this trip very well, you don't need to worry, those indigenous warriors don't have to worry at all." ”

The man who spoke, with red hair, is commonly known as the red-haired ghost guy in China.

His voice is loud and passionate, giving people a sense of tyranny and ferocity.

"Uriel, it's better to be careful, at least, the legendary young Chinese warrior is not to be underestimated in strength. ”

The blonde man said lightly, but there was an awe-inspiring aura in his calm tone.

It is like a sword hidden in a sheath, although it does not have a sharp edge, it is implicitly sharp.

With that, his gaze shifted to the other two.

"Gabriel, Raphael, you two should also be careful, although the indigenous warriors have almost lost all their masters after the last decisive battle, but after such a long time, they should have recovered some strength, we must not be careless, you know, the lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all your strength. ”

Hearing this, the other two men nodded.

The man to the left, with long black hair, has a gentle expression and an inexplicable kindness.

Like a calm sea, it encompasses all things and is vast.

The man on the right, with long chestnut hair, had a fluctuating aura around his body.

It's like a gust of wind, coming without a shadow and leaving without a trace.

These four Western men have different temperaments, but they all exude a wisp of sacred and inviolable momentum.

When you raise your hands and feet, you are like a god who has descended into the world, noble and elegant.

At first glance, it seems that a layer of dazzling holy light is shrouded in Zhou's body.

But if you look closely, you will see that it is just an illusion.

The four of them stood outside the exit of the airport, like the top male models in the world, attracting the curious eyes of the pedestrians around them.

Standing there, like Michelangelo's sculptures, is a combination of force and beauty.

Especially a medieval outfit, it is even more amazing.

The strangest thing is that their temperament seems to be out of step with this modern society.

It felt like coming from another world.

If Ye Qiu was at the scene, he would find that the aura of these four people was somewhat similar to Ji Yichen, but it was a little different.

Their original aura is rejected by this world.

Like an intruder in a balanced ecosystem.

It's just that the aura of these four people is more light and gentle.

And Ji Yichen's breath is more dark and cold.

But these two completely different breaths are so similar in nature.

Just as the four white men were talking in a low voice, a black luxury motorcade slowly arrived.

Click......

The car door opened, and a group of Western men in black suits stood respectfully in a row.

They put their hands on their chests and gestured to the cross.

In his mouth, he prayed respectfully.

A pious attitude, like a sacred ritual performed in a church.

The gaze that looked at the four heroic men was also full of fiery reverence.

That is the emotion that believers feel when they see the god in their hearts.

At this time, the heroic white men silently walked to the front of the car and got in.

Then, the convoy started slowly and drove away.

……

As the convoy left, a man in a black kimono slowly walked out.

A quaint katana slung around your waist.

His expression was cold, like a piece of ice.

Looking at him from afar, I felt a trace of coldness in my heart.

A smile appeared on that Gu Jing Bubo's face.

In the smile, there was no trace of warmth, but full of coldness.

"Hmph, these guys actually came to Huaxia and are going to participate in the Martial Arts Alliance, this time, there is a good show. ”

As he spoke, the sneer on the corner of his mouth gradually spread.

"It is said that the martial arts alliance held in the nine secret realms of China is set on the top of Kunlun Mountain, which is known as the hometown of all immortals. ”

He muttered to himself, a sneer condensing on his face.

In an instant, a sharp wisp of killing intent was fleeting.

"Among the nine secrets of Huaxia, there is actually someone who can force back that arrogant guy, Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu, I hope you don't disappoint me, because I want to use your life to refine this treasure sword!"

"Only a true martial arts genius is qualified to let me draw my sword, use these strong people to sharpen myself in the martial arts alliance, and when I go further, I will go back to that guy to fight again. ”

As he spoke, his face showed a thick reluctance.

"One move, hum, actually defeated me with only one move, that guy is right, only through the tempering of life and death can I make my will and spirit to the next level. ”

His right hand, resting lightly on the hilt of the sword, walked slowly.

Suddenly, the powerful aura converged.

The whole person becomes no different from ordinary people from the inside out.

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