The king stepped on the huge body of the mantis and sank into the clouds.

From the castle of Woolvicomte, which has completely lost its original appearance, there is a faint mixture of sounds such as the shouting of Gulaman, the exclamations of the crowd of onlookers, and the sirens of police cars.

Bearing these with his back, the king disciple took the kiss back into the list of gods and walked into the air.

Although he was indeed very tired at the moment, he wished he was sitting on the body of the mantis and flying all the way back to Norway, but thinking that the security in Europe would become more and more strict in the future, he had just made such a big deal in Europe, and it was too eye-catching to set up a real dragon flying in the sky, Wang Tu thought for a moment, and decided to open his legs and run all the way back to Norway.

Looking down through the clouds, four or five police cars were parked near the castle of Wallevicomte, which had been completely destroyed by himself, Gratoni and others, and through the open door, more than a dozen French policemen in police uniforms walked out and entered the castle.

Looking at this scene, Wang Tu seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled.

Sure enough, as soon as the dozen or so policemen entered the castle, they were shivering by the cold air that had not yet dispersed, and they did not care about their own image at all, hugged their arms, and rushed to the door of the castle as fast as possible.

Wang Tu looked at their funny appearances, urged the Gathering Spirit Jade Pendant to start recovering his spiritual power, and flew towards Norway.

......

"Martial Arts National War quarterfinals play-in match, Huaguo team against R national team, the main match begins!"

"Players are invited!"

On the plain with a pleasant climate, a long white beard of the old master of Baodan sat on a high stone pillar, loudly announcing the itinerary of the game, without using any device, but his voice was so loud that the hundreds of people present could hear it clearly, not at all like an old man who was about to turn 100 years old.

Since the reform proposed by the king at the meeting of the Norwegian kingdoms was passed, the martial arts national war has changed the competition system from the top 32 onwards.

Youth team, the home team of ten people into a team, the rules of the battle or the ring, but the members of the two youth teams will play the exhibition game first, the exhibition match is not counted in the score, purely for mutual learning, improve and set up, when the organizer announced the new rules, many countries of the team members have shown a happy look, indeed the original rules to the youth team players too few opportunities, this rule can obviously make the learning-based youth team get the maximum experience.

When some of the home teams that entered the top 32 heard the news of the new announcement by the organizers, they immediately took out their mobile phones and called the youth team members of their own country who had already returned home, asking them to play exhibition matches.

After hearing this, these team members not only did not complain, but flew back thousands of miles away with joyful faces, after all, the opportunity to hold a martial arts national battle only once in four years is too rare, compared to this precious opportunity to learn from each other, who cares about running two more steps?

At this time, the youth teams of Huaguo and R have finished the exhibition match, and the real 16-8 ring match will officially start from now on.

A member of the R national team with five or six knives pinned to his waist slowly walked to the side of the competition venue, on the other hand, Lu Qingshan slowly paced on the other side of the arena, and on his way to the competition venue, every step was turned into ice by the cold air he generated.

In the rest area of the R national players, several youth team members who had just left the field sat in their positions, wiping the sweat beads on their foreheads with towels and discussing excitedly.

One of the team members opened his mouth as he opened a bottle of cool spring water.

"Is it Matsunohara's predecessor's debut today?"

"yes, yes!"

Another member of the R national youth team nodded like garlic with an expectant look.

"I've long heard that Matsunohara's predecessor's Iaichi slash is as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and no one can see it clearly at all, but today I can finally see it!"

"Look at the start of the Huaguo team, there is no fighting spirit at all, it is estimated that it will be defeated in less than a minute!"

"Haha, I don't think it's a minute, it's half a minute at most!"

"However, why is there only four people in the Chinese team?"

"You don't know this, their captain and the team members have had an infighting, and they just removed the captain's position and slipped away!"

"And this kind of thing? How do the four of them fight, I really want to see what their original captain was like. ”

Just as they were chatting happily without saying a word, a white figure slowly fell from the sky and landed in their rest area at some point, and found a place where no one was there and sat down.

Although the Chinese and the R are both black-haired and black-eyed, there is a big difference in the contours of the facial features, and several members of the youth team immediately recognized that the man was a Chinese at all, and his face instantly turned red, and the five people stood up from their positions, formed a semicircle, and leaned towards the corner where the man was sitting.

"What kind of person? This is the rest area for the members of the R country, get out!"

Standing in the middle of the five, a player with thick lips said loudly, he spoke first, standing in front of the four, obviously the captain of the R national youth team.

Faced with the appearance of five people slowly forcing over, the young man in white was not moved at all, and he didn't even turn his head to look at the behavior of the five people, just leaned quietly on the position, watching the confrontation between the two people in the competition venue.

The captain looked at the man who didn't put himself in his eyes at all, probably because he felt a little unbearable on his face, so he took out a sword from his waist and held it with his backhand and ran towards the man.

"What for!"

At this moment, a young man about thirty to forty years old suddenly stopped in the middle, he burst into a loud shout, pulled out the small knife pinned to his waist with the scabbard, and slammed the back of the scabbard on the head of the youth team captain.

Boom.

The captain was stunned by this direct smash, and the shuriken fell to the ground, and he covered his forehead in pain with the smashed bag, raised his head and said in a somewhat angry tone.

"Senior of the Shrine, why don't you help him help me?"

The other four team members also looked indignant, and nodded their heads in agreement as they heard the captain say this.

"That's it, the senior of the Divine Palace, that Chinese man appeared in our rest area for no reason, shouldn't he teach him a lesson?"

"yes, yes!"

When the middle-aged man known as the Divine Palace Instructor heard several team members say this, two bruises instantly erupted on his face, and he raised the scabbard he held in his right hand high towards the remaining four people.

"You idiots!"

Knock knock knock.

The five men crouched on the ground with their heads in full swing, like five gophers that had been hit on the head by a hammer.

"Jingu Ryoma, why are you here?"

The young man in white finally reacted when he heard the young man's voice, he turned his head, looked at the senior of the R country who had his back to him, and said with some surprise.

This person is none other than Ryoma Shingu, who fought with the king at the top of Tokyo Tower.

Jingu Ryoma turned around and smiled a somewhat awkwardly.

"White-clad day... Your Excellency the white-clothed sword fairy, the players of the R national youth team have offended, please forgive me. ”

Several members of the youth team saw the submissive attitude of the instructor of the shrine, and their mouths couldn't close at all like an apple.

This man, who was a little older than them at most, about twenty or so, actually dared to call the full name of the senior of the Jingu Ryoma? Not only that, but the senior of the Jingu Ryoma not only did not get angry when he heard it, but accepted it very naturally?

Ignoring the five academy players who widened their eyes, Wang Tu shook his head and opened his mouth to answer.

"Little thing, aren't you living in seclusion in Mt. Fuji, how did you get out?"

When Jingu Ryoma heard this, he sat down a meter or two away from Wang Tu, opened the wine jug on his waist, and took a big sip.

Putting down the flask, Jingu Ryoma slowly spoke.

"Ever since I fought you at Tokyo Tower, I've realized that my horizons are too small after all. ”

"After 70 years of not being out of the mountains, the outside world has long been different, and I am still confined to the deep mountains, thinking that I have worked hard, day after day, year after year, to hone my skills that have long been outdated. ”

Jingu Ryoma paused, revealing a helpless smile.

"I think there must be many strong people like you in the outside world, so I walked out of the mountains and wanted to go to all corners of the world to see, and it happened that not long after I came out, the R National Army invited me to be the leader of the martial arts national war, and I thought it was a good opportunity, so I came out. ”

"Yes. ”

The king said yes and said no more.

When several members of the academy heard their conversation, their already wide eyes opened wider, as if their eyeballs were about to fall out, and they tacitly agreed to squat on the ground and form a small circle, thinking that they were discussing in a low voice.

"I remember! That person is the white-clothed sword immortal who defeated the Jingu instructor on the Tokyo Tower!"

"You think of a ball! What they just said is so obvious, the pigs know that it is the white-clothed sword fairy, okay?"

"I didn't expect the real person to be so young, I thought it was at least the same age as the Divine Palace instructor!"

While discussing, several people turned their heads slightly, and secretly observed the royal disciple sitting next to the Shrine Ryoma, who was obviously about the same age as himself, and the attitude of the Shrine Ryoma towards the two could be described as a heaven and an underground.

'Sure enough, only strength is the last word!'

Several people couldn't help but think so in their hearts.

"By the way, Jingu Ryoma, what do you think of this martial arts national battle?" ()

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