Kyoto is an international metropolis, living more than 20 million people, every inch of land is expensive, prosperous and abnormal, the highway is constantly traffic, people come and go, exquisite neon lights flash, the city is more beautiful, a taxi, Qin Tian, who has changed into civilian clothes, quietly looks at everything around, familiar and unfamiliar.

Five years ago, Qin Tian left this city and went to the Hunter Academy, this walk is five years, and now when he comes back, he feels very cordial, there is a strange mood of returning home, thinking of his mother who has not seen him for five years, Qin Tian is excited, nervous, and more expectant, the management of the Hunter Academy is very strict, during the five years, no one is allowed to contact the outside world, except for training is training, forcing everyone to hate to graduate early.

The helicopter of the Hunter Academy could only be sent to the airport, Qin Tian and Xiao Yao separated when they came out of the airport, and each took a taxi home, Qin Tian was thinking about his thoughts, so he heard the driver ask enthusiastically: "Little brother, are you here to travel?" ”

"yes, yes." Qin Tian replied casually, not wanting to tell the truth.

"It's right to travel to Kyoto, we are the descendants of the dragon, how can we not come to the land of Longxing to see, right? Hey? Something went wrong. The driver laughed, and suddenly his tone was startled.

Qin Tian looked ahead, there is a city park in front of him, many people come to the park in the morning and evening to exercise, play, it is about eight o'clock in the evening, this point is for the bustling Kyoto, it is the time to come out after dinner, this point has the largest number of people in the park, Qin Tian is no stranger to this park, and he often comes to play after hours.

"Looks like someone is fighting?" The driver said in surprise.

There were a lot of people gathered in the park in front, which affected the traffic, the cars were blocked, and they couldn't get through, Qin Tian estimated the distance, the park was not a ten-minute walk from his home, the vehicles were jammed, they couldn't pass, and the walk was not bad, just looking for the feeling of playing here after a few hours, and immediately said: "Master, find a place to stop." ”

"Okay." The taxi driver agreed, hit the steering wheel, and pulled over.

After Qin Tian gave the fare, he got down, put a small backpack on his back, tidied up the clothes on his body, and walked towards the park, his heart was full of curiosity, how could anyone fight in the park? Isn't that uncomfortable? Qin Tian squeezed into the crowd and took a look, and sure enough, someone was fighting, saying that it was more accurate to compete in martial arts.

There were two young people fighting, one was wearing Tai Chi practice clothes, and the other was wearing karate practice clothes, Tai Chi and Karate were also two representatives of traditional martial arts.

Traditional martial arts are born from the struggle between human beings and nature, pay attention to killing the enemy to win, every move is very practical, there is no showmanship, there is a routine after the deduction, the routine has some performance components, losing the essence of martial arts, there are also some martial arts for the purpose of winning and fitness, out of the original purpose of killing, there are more different things in the tricks, these things are redundant in Qin Tian's opinion.

Although Qin Tian has not practiced traditional martial arts, he has learned a lot of the army's nirvana skills, and he looks down on the flower frame very much, and is about to leave, when suddenly, the person who practices Tai Chi is kicked out by a blast kick who practices karate, crawls a little, but is unable to stand up, lying on the ground and moaning.

Originally, the two of them were evenly matched, and there was not much difference in strength, and those who practiced Tai Chi even had a tendency to suppress the practice of karate, but they didn't want to be kicked away, and they couldn't even climb up, which made Qin Tian's eyes condense, and he couldn't help but look at the person who practiced karate, but saw that the other party stepped forward with disdain, and mocked the person lying on the ground: "Tai Chi, garbage!" In front of powerful karate, it's not worth mentioning. ”

"You?" The face of the person lying on the ground was pale, and he was unconvinced and wanted to stand up and fight again, but he couldn't do anything, a bloodshot overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his skills were not as good as others, and there was nothing to say about being defeated, but to say that Tai Chi was not as good as the other party, how could this be acceptable to those who practiced Tai Chi.

At this time, the onlookers were also a little dissatisfied, the two of them should see the excitement of the competition, the era when karate was prevalent, and no one rejected it because it was a devil's thing, on the contrary, all kinds of karate military attachés were all over the street, and many young people were proud of practicing karate.

The descendants of the dragon are most indispensable is the mind, can tolerate everything, since karate is good, then tolerate, learn, absorb it, but it does not mean to lose the tradition, give up the ancestral things, Tai Chi has a long history, everyone heard each other actually mock Tai Chi, immediately did not agree, if not to beat, have to rush up a few, everyone dissatisfied whispered.

Martial arts exchanges, competitions, no matter how common, Qin Tian glanced at the people who practice karate with some dissatisfaction, speaking fluent local dialect, and being regarded as a descendant of the dragon, he is actually ashamed to sarcastically mock the things of the ancestors, this kind of person's vision, style is nothing more than this, his future achievements are limited, he is too lazy to see the general, and he turned to leave.

At this time, the person who practiced karate suddenly whispered to a man next to him: "Young master, rest assured, this person's internal organs are wasted, and he will definitely die for three days at most." "It's in the language of a little devil.

Everyone in the Hunter Academy must master the five common languages, and the midterm Japanese language is stipulated to be mastered, and it can be regarded as a precaution for a possible war in the future, Qin Tian's Japanese language is good, plus the distance is close, and he listens to it really, and immediately realizes that this matter is not simple, not a simple exchange.

"Young master? Very special title. Qin Tian's eyes lit up and he pondered.

As a soldier, with the highest mission of protecting human life, since he has encountered it, he can't leave it alone, Qin Tian raised his eyebrows, and looked at the man quietly, in his early twenties, his face was still a little immature, but his eyes were calm, his body was strong, his head was slightly raised, exuding a sense of arrogance that he thought he was superior, and everyone around him was an ant, this kind of temperament is not something that ordinary families can cultivate, obviously the identity is not simple.

A person with a not simple identity actually made people secretly kill him, no matter how you look at this matter, it is full of conspiracy, Qin Tian was about to come out, and an old man with a snow-white beard squeezed up, looking not young, but his face was ruddy, he walked steadily, and his breath was restrained, giving people a sense of solemnity like a mountain.

Qin Tian felt that this old man was not simple at first glance, and when he saw the other party walking towards the person lying on the ground, he was going to take a look, and the person lying on the ground saw the old man coming, and his face was ashamed and he quickly struggled to get up, but he found that his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't get up at all, but he was involved in the wound, and said shamefully: "Master, me?" ”

"If you lose, you lose, there's nothing to be ashamed of, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, look at it, maybe it will be beneficial to your future growth." The old man said softly, squatting down to inspect the wound and slapping the other man a few times.

The person lying on the ground vomited a mouthful of black blood, but struggled to get up, this scene made Qin Tian's eyes light up, and said secretly: "The master of folklore?!" ”