"Why haven't you seen your friends yet?"

Lucas muttered.

They had already rushed up as fast as they could, and the scheduled time had been shortened by almost a third, but they still didn't see half a figure.

Damon asked, somewhat skeptically:

"Did he really only walk for ten minutes?"

"Maybe not."

Chen Junyi nodded and said.

"My God, how did he get there, could it be that he flew up?"

Damon exclaimed.

Although Mount Fuji is only more than 3,700 meters above sea level, it is not something that can be climbed casually, according to Chen Junyi and Fang Ting, Chu Yi's speed has reached an incredible level.

"He must have arrived by now."

Fang Ting stuck out her tongue and said.

"It can't be!"

Damon immediately denied:

"Beautiful young lady, we are mountaineering, not running, no one can reach the summit in such a short time."

"Yes, even the world's best teams can't do it with the best equipment, and it's still far from it."

Lucas also gave his opinion.

"Hurry up."

Chen Junyi didn't say anything more, these foreigners would not understand. With Chu Yi's unpredictable body and speed, climbing to the top of Mount Fuji is simply like playing.

I'm afraid that even if it is as majestic as Mount Everest, Chu Yi can easily reach the top, and Mount Fuji is naturally not a problem.

"This is the gap between mortals and them."

Chen Junyi sighed in her heart.

After a while, just when everyone was exhausted, a joyful voice came:

"It's coming soon."

Lucas urged:

"Guys, keep it up, we're going to succeed."

Everyone looked up, seeing that victory was in sight, and couldn't help but cheer.

At this moment, a loud roar came from the upper peak. A few unsteady ones immediately fell to the ground.

"What's the situation?"

A group of gringos looked at each other.

Only Fang Ting and Chen Junyi glanced at each other:

"They're already fighting!"

At the top of the mountain, the snow is dazzling. As the number one mountain in Japan, Mt. Fuji is famous all over the world, attracting thousands of visitors every year. Even in the middle of winter, there is still an endless stream of tourists.

Zhao Ziqi was very happy, she had long wanted to visit Japan, so she finally took a leave of absence and traveled with her best friends, and the first stop was Mount Fuji.

"The weather is nice today, we should be able to reach the top of the mountain without any problems."

Zhao Ziqi looked at the weather forecast and said.

"Look, look!"

Best friend Li Weiwei suddenly screamed excitedly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Ziqi looked in the direction and opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Under the oblique sunlight, a large man stepped on the snow, as if practicing light exercises, and quickly ran towards the top of the mountain. Behind him was a white robe, as if he had stepped out of the country, like an immortal.

"My God, is it a god?"

Li Weiwei covered his mouth, and his eyes bloomed with brilliance.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously to make sure she was not mistaken.

"I guess I'm making a movie, I guess it's a movie shot."

Zhao Ziqi thought for a while and said.

Mt. Fuji is a famous tourist destination in Asia, and the snow scenery is breathtaking, so it is normal for a crew to come here for filming.

At this time, the tour guide of the tour group was already urging.

Chu Yi walked to the top step by step, and Wen Pohai had already arrived.

"The surname is Chu, this is your burial place."

"Yes, next year today is your sacrifice day."

Another voice said.

is also a body refiner, Wang Qiankun and Wen Pohai are among the best, and their personalities are also quite hot. But those who are really familiar with him know that Wang Qiankun's heart is thinner than anyone else.

He was very tall, not inferior to Wen Pohai, but his explosive power was even better, and he stomped on the ground with both feet, crossing ten feet.

Boom!

It was as if a cannonball had landed, leaving a pair of deep footprints on the snow.

"With you two body refiners, you're still far away."

Chu Yi shook his head.

Although Wang Qiankun and Wen Pohai's physical bodies are strong, Chu Yi's destructive power is even stronger, his true qi has reached a rather condensed level, and he can even cut through a heavy tank with a full blow, which can almost be said to be indestructible, unbreakable. Therefore, these two people can only make him do more things, and they can't really threaten Chu Yi.

"What a big breath, what about me?"

In the distance, the golden light was projected on the top of the mountain, and a gray-robed man walked slowly with his hands behind his back. His feet are hanging in the air, his eyebrows are slanted, and his eyes are bright, and he is obviously a great master of internal strength.

Zao Wou-ki, majoring in Pure Yang Wuji Gong, is still a young man, and is the strongest among the twelve disciples, and no one can beat him. The palm method is even more powerful and domineering, and it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables to crack the stone, and it is rumored that among all Shao Jinsong's disciples, he is the most promising to enter the royal realm.

"The internal strength is good, but that's all."

Chu Yi nodded slightly, and at the same time shook his head.

He nodded because he recognized Zao Wou-ki's cultivation and realm, but he shook his head because the level of martial arts he practiced was too low.

"If you practice my 'Creation Battle Technique', you must have ascended to the king realm at this time, and it is possible to even go to the next level."

"I've seen Lin Junshan's Xuanqi Divine Sword, and then look at my Eight Desolation Sword Technique."

In the midst of laughter, the bearded man with a red bronze ancient knife appeared in the field of vision, and the burly body seemed to be integrated into the snow scene, and the heaven and earth were one.

Under the golden light, the ancient knife glowed with a silky lustre, more simple and heavy, as if drinking blood, eager to get out of the sheath.

"I joined the Grandmaster with a sword technique, and I haven't met an opponent for twenty years, Your Excellency is extraordinary, and you shouldn't let me down."

Yu Hengdao, a rare figure in the Chinese martial arts who entered the grandmaster with sword techniques, has been famous for decades, and has secretly fought with Ye Zhiqiu, who has the title of the first sword master in the Central Plains, and the victory is not scored.

The red copper knife behind him is named after the famous writer Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, which means that this knife is full of domineering when it comes out to calm the world.

"Well, luckily it wasn't too late."

Full of exotic accents, a man with brown hair walked over. His eyes were blue, and he was of mixed Central European descent, a water-based ability, and the youngest of the Twelve Apostles.

When he walked over, a path was automatically opened on the snow, as if welcoming a king, which was enough to see his talent in controlling the spiritual power of the water system.

"I thought you weren't coming, Hawke."

Wang Qiankun clutched his iron fist and said:

"The last competition is not over yet, wait until this kid is killed, let's continue."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not here to kill."

The man in the suit, Hawke, shook his head very gentlemanly, took out a towel and wiped his hands.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you say last time that the fifth child could solve him with five at most, you just need to do it, save me from doing it."

He said this, but his eyes flashed with ice blue light, and the aura on his body also climbed step by step, obviously preparing to make a move.

"Just the five of you?"

Chu Yi smiled indifferently:

"Two body refiners, a martial arts master, a sword master and a water system ability, such a combination is rare in the whole of China, if the average martial artist really wants to hate, but in my eyes, you are really not enough."

"Don't talk nonsense, the revenge between the eighth and the thirteenth is up to us today, so be ready to die."

Wen Pohai shouted, and his punch was like wind and thunder, blasting towards Chu Yi.

At the same time, Hawke snorted softly, his eyes revealed a blue light, and his right hand reached out and raised it gently, and the entire snow peak seemed to tremble.

"Ice Dragon Cone!"

Click, click!

A row of huge ice picks sprung up on the snowfield, stretching towards Chu Yi.

"Eight wildernesses in the field!"

With a "poof" sound, the red blood and red copper, the treasure knife was set to wind and wave out of the sheath, and a red knife was split in the wind, which vibrated in the air like ripples.

"Alas, I waited for five people to besiege you, after all, it was not the eldest husband's doing, but if you want to blame it, you can blame Sect Master Chu for being too powerful, the matter has come to this point, it is useless to talk more, then let's fight."

Zhao Wou-Ki sighed, still carrying his hands, but his short figure suddenly crossed more than ten zhang, like a ghost, when the time came, he slapped it out, and a pale golden handprint appeared in the air, which showed his profound internal strength.

"Fuck it, look at how hard my punch is!"

Seeing that everyone was making a move, Wang Qiankun was not far behind, scolded his mother, stomped his feet violently, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

Bone Shattering Fist, Heart-Destroying Palm, Eight Desolation Blades, Ice Dragon Cone ......

A stunning showdown is about to take place on the vast snow-capped peaks, and the winter sun is still shining down.

Suddenly, Chu Yi was in deep danger.