Just as Thorne and a group of astronauts were heartbroken by the loss of the "Red River-class" spacecraft, the special plane from ancient Chinese mainland, the Huainan regime participating group had arrived at Houston Airport. At the same time, there were about 300 planes arriving at the world's most advanced and largest airport -- needless to say, all of them were planes from other regimes.

But compared with those luxury large passenger planes around, Huainan's JE-SF751 really looks a little shabby.

--So shabby that even the words "Huainan Changping Martial Arts" on it were looked down upon.

So when Lin Shu and his party came down from the gangway, even Li Kui, the branch dean who felt the most sluggish, noticed that something was wrong: "Fuck you, the plane is not fucking embarrassed...... Hey, who's going to greet you?"

Several staff members walked to the gangway, did not salute or welcome, but casually pointed to the airport door: "Over there, please." "

"What do you mean!" Li was so angry that she wanted to jump over and do it with a flick of her sleeve, but was stopped by Lin Shu.

"Forget it, this is someone's land, don't make trouble. "

Li's chest rose and fell violently for a while, and she barely returned to normal, but she just glared at those people hatefully: "Dogs look down on people!"

The staff members didn't show any expression, and after saying that, they quickly walked away and rushed in the direction of a large luxury plane that had just landed. At the same time, more than eighty percent of the people in the entire airport are watching this luxury plane.

The attention of Lin Shu and the others was also attracted to the past.

"Hmph, isn't it just that the plane is bigger, what's the big deal!" Li Li pursed her lips and grabbed Zhou Ming's arm next to her: "Right, sister?"

"It's not a big deal if the plane is big, but people don't see the plane. This was the first thing Gu Hong said since getting off the plane. His face looked a little weird at the moment, but when he stared at the plane, his eyes seemed to shoot sparks, and the essence was shining!

I saw that on the fuselage of the plane, there were 16 big characters written "Ancient China Liaolu Regime, Changhe Martial Arts Academy Participating Group".

"Liaolu Changhe, one of the strongest martial arts academies in the world!" Li Kui looked at the crowd surrounding the plane and shook his head gently: "I can't complain that others look down on us, the gap in strength is too big." What qualifications does a third-rate academy with a comprehensive ranking below 2,000 have to ask others to treat us differently...... Forget it, I booked a hotel in the city, let's take the car ourselves. ”

As a result, the team from the Huainan regime left the airport on foot without flowers or applause.

In the shabby team of twenty people, several of them kept looking back at the Changhe Academy delegation surrounded by the crowd, with different eyes.

"Oops......" When he got out of the door, Li Kui, who was at the front of the line, suddenly stopped and slapped his head hard: "I just remember to book a hotel and a room, and I forgot to ask them to pick up people at the airport." It's more than 100 kilometers from here to the hotel in the city, what if you don't have a car?"

Almost everyone looked at him dumbfounded, and the difference was not even pointed out at the same time.

"Haha, haha...... Why are you all looking at me like that? Actually, it doesn't matter, you see-" Li Kui waved his hand and pointed to the countless passengers parked at the airport gate: "Isn't this all cars, and there are only a few of us, only one is enough!"

Indeed, compared with the scale of other delegations, which often have hundreds of people, that is, the 20 people of the Huainan delegation, which has no nutrition team, no special health and medical team, and no special coaching staff, can really be regarded as an outlier among all teams.

But even so, they didn't find a single free taxi in the bus outside the airport.

Most of the cars parked here are chartered by other delegations, and they are only responsible for picking up and dropping off customers. There were a few cars with rental signs, but they were already full of student representatives who participated in the competition, and there were no empty seats at all.

The only thing to be thankful for is that they are not the only ones in this embarrassing situation. Around the airport, there are about six or seven other teams anxiously looking for transportation – and for their size, it's harder to get enough vehicles.

"You see, I'm not the only one who has forgotten this. Seeing this, Li Kui actually became a little proud.

"......" Everyone no longer had the strength to stare at this guy anymore, only Su Li finally couldn't help but give him a middle finger at his back.

Gu Hong squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, then suddenly straightened up and said, "There's a car coming, an empty taxi guest!"

Everyone was excited all at once and followed his gaze.

- Sure enough, on the road not far away, a Mercedes-Benz passenger with a rental sign was driving in this direction, and the car was empty.

"Hurry up and grab the car!" Li Kuiwei screamed, desperately rushing in that direction.

Since they are not the only Huainan family who have been waiting for the car for a long time, it is naturally not just a team to start grabbing the car.

Suddenly, countless figures quickly flashed at the entrance of the airport - three teams, more than a hundred masters at least the "Second Fighting God" level or above, all of them exerted their strength and rushed towards the only taxi bus.

It's not a long journey, but it's more than half a kilometer. So when the leading few masters ran to the middle section, those who were a little inferior only ran out a few dozen steps. And as the people in front of them rushed faster and faster, the gap was also widened, and the strength was quickly reflected in it.

There are about more than ten people running in the first group, and only Li Kui and Gu Hong belong to the Huainan regime - the former can still run in the top three of the first group with the second-order strength of the "Fighting God", but the speed of the latter's "Second Fighting God" eighth-order can only hang the tail of the team.

Lin Shu walked slowly at the end, looking at Gu Hong's resolute back, as if he saw himself again many years ago.

The boy who chased the footsteps of the "fighting gods" and ran forward with his head down.

...... Back then, although he suffered countless setbacks, he was finally lucky to become the strongest martial artist in the world. Can the young man in front of him, who is so similar to himself and who can never get revenge on his father, also climb to the top of martial arts?

At the moment when Lin Shu was slightly stunned, the first group that was running at the front had already stopped the taxi bus.

"Everyone, I'm sorry!" Li Kui was lucky to come out on top, and opened his hands in front of the car door: "I grabbed this car first!"

The other two participating team masters who grabbed it looked at him, and then fixed their eyes on the school emblem on Li Kui's chest.

"Changping Academy?" The leader of one of the parties showed a disdainful look on his face, shaking his finger and said: "The team ranked after a thousand, right? I watched your game four years ago, and I was very impressed by your school's poor performance! As the Royal Martial Arts Academy of England who came with the hope of winning the championship, I suggest that Your Excellency should get out of the way and lead the team back to your ancient Chinese mainland, why stay here and be ashamed!"

It was a white man, tall and muscular, with short blond hair and red sunglasses, and he looked like a stinking fart.

And on his chest, there was a shining pure gold badge, which looked much more majestic than the ordinary alloy of Changping Academy - it was the unique symbol of the Royal Martial Arts Academy of England, and judging from the style of the medal on it, this person was at least a second-order "fighting god".

was so insulted by the other party, Li Kui's violent temper with almost no self-control at all fell into flames.

"Grandma's, why don't you white-skinned orangutan go back to the mother's stomach and stay?" he scolded angrily, stuck to the man without thinking, and then attacked hundreds of slammed blows at the same time with fists, palms, elbows, knees, shoulders and other dozen parts, and made moves until the opponent was critical.

The golden light representing the strength of the "Fighting God" level shone out from all around his body, and it was extremely dazzling.

"Okay! Everyone saw it, he did it first, right?" The white man stepped back lightly, and his two arms suddenly danced dazzlingly half a meter in front of him, blocking all of Li Kui's violent attacks, showing that his strength was by no means inferior to him!

Li Kui was not surprised when he saw this, and after laughing, he continued to attack the past in that defenseless way, and the fight was hearty.

For a while, the wonderful and swift offensive and defensive battles were staged one after another in the space of less than half a meter in front of both sides, which made people dizzy!

"Okay!" Lin Shu flashed and appeared near the battlefield, and couldn't help but cheer after witnessing everything.

These days, he began to study the advantages and disadvantages of various offensive and receiving moves with Xiaoxing, and his mind was full of tens of millions of exquisite tricks, as well as a set of offensive and defensive moves tailored for him after Xiaoxing's precise calculations. At this moment, it is naturally more enjoyable to correspond what you want to think to the battle between the two.

If you put aside the strength and speed, before studying martial arts tricks with Xiaoxing, he really can't catch up with these two masters.

During this time, the number of people of this caliber in Houston is definitely the largest in the entire world.

Even if it was just for this reason, Lin Shu was not wrong this time.

The "fighting show" in front of the bus continued, and the movements between the two had changed from small at the beginning, short-distance attack and defense had changed into fists and kicks, and the sound and the light on their bodies had gradually become intense.

And although the members of the contestants who came with the proud white man did not make a move, they had already faintly surrounded the battlefield.

In addition to that guy, there are actually two masters with the strength of the "God of Fighting" level in their participating teams - I have to admit that in most of the competitions where each team has only one "God of Fighting" master, this Royal Academy of British Martial Arts does have the strength to win the championship.