The sky was as black as a piece of ink-stained paper, only a little sunlight escaped, and the gold spread out in Beihai City, and the sky was raining, misty rain, fine and soft cow hair

Ying Long was stunned in the ring, he couldn't intervene in the dispute between the two sides at all, and the bustling crowd in front of the ring also hid far away, the cold wind blew his whole body shivering, and he curled up and hugged himself

Xi Nan couldn't stop crying, he stood between the two sides of the sabre-rattling, and whimpered:

"I can't fight! I just met you, and I'm going to have to win again?"

Wang Zhulu buried his head, the rain ran down his cheeks and into his neck, and his voice was hoarse:

"I'm just here to register for my apprentice! I don't care about the rest!"

The god of the sea covered the sea pulled up the trident on the ground, and the starfish and sea urchin on the armor opened and closed, and he roared hoarsely:

"Still fighting?"

Yanyun Dao stared at the hideous sea-covering god, and couldn't help but tremble

"Don't you just want the apprentice to participate in the kendo tournament?

Wang Zhulu's hungry wolf-like eyes looked around, and finally landed on Ying Long in the ring, 'Transparent Light' slowly retracted into his sleeve, and he sighed tiredly:

"Okay!"

Then he turned his head and smiled at Ying Long, still the kind of warm fatherly smile, his voice trembled a little, and he pointed his thumb at himself,

"Your master, I'm amazing!" As soon as he said that, his body fell like a hill, and the sea-covered god behind him waved his trident wildly, and his body immediately dispersed into water, scattered in the brick cracks on the ground

Ying Long jumped out of the ring in a panic, held Wang Zhulu's chest, and angrily pointed at the three people:

"Did you kill my master?

Xi Nan staggered over and said, "Good apprentice, he didn't die, he just fainted!"

Ying Long was still angry, and he was angry and wanted a little rooster with high morale, he picked up Wang Zhulu on his back and shouted: "Master, Master, I don't compare, let's go home!"

Wang Zhulu slowly opened his eyes, trying to struggle to get up, but he pressed heavily on Ying Long's body, and he pressed Ying Long's shoulder:

"No, I can't go back, I'll just rest, you're going to have to fight the sword—"

"I don't compare!"

Wang Zhulu hammered Ying Long's shoulder, gritted his teeth and ordered: "Do you want to hold a wooden sword for the rest of your life? Good apprentice, you promise Master! Take back that 'sawtooth'! You- You promise Master!"

"I-I——, Master, don't you matter?"

"Nonsense, what does it matter to Master!"

Ying Long nodded violently, set up the master, jumped into the ring again, pointed to the crowd watching from afar, and shouted, "Who is coming?"

Yan Yundao glanced at the distance, touched his forehead, and said:

"Don't go on those shrimp soldiers and crab generals anymore, send our three kendo hall masters!"

Qin Tian sighed in his chest: "That's it, there is no successor to the Qinshui Dao Pavilion, I'm afraid I can't handle this kid, it's just up to you!"

Suzuki Miyaxiong glanced at Qin Tian with a smile: "There is no successor to the Qinshui Gym, that doesn't mean that there is no successor to the Kendo of Beihai City, and my eldest apprentice - Suzuki Miyaji, Young Master Beihai - smoke and ink dyeing! Hahaha——"

"Where's the ink dyeing?

As soon as the words fell, a breeze swirled, and the ink-dyed dragonflies fell like water, and the white shirt on his body fluttered, like a soaring gull bird, he didn't pay attention to his father's smoke cloud road, but walked straight to the ring, the folding fan in his hand knocked on the other hand, and his long hair was tied up behind him

Ying Long looked at Mo Ran, and Mo Ran also looked at Ying Long, neither of them spoke, but they laughed at the same time

Yan Yundao roared behind him, "Where have you been?"

Mo Ran turned his head to look at his father for a while, his eyes were confused for a moment, and then he sharpened, like a sword shot at Yanyun Dao, and he said:

"You want me to win, you want me to take my kendo to the next level, do you?"

Yan Yundao frowned, staring at the son who suddenly became strange, and then strode forward and slapped him

Mo Ran didn't dodge, he held his head high and slapped him firmly, he was knocked to the ground, his left cheek suddenly became red and swollen, his tone was very flat, he said, "Enough, right?"

"What are you talking about? I-I-" Yan Yun angrily turned around in place, pointed to the ring and said, "You go quickly!"

"No! I'm not going!"

"Are you confused?" Yan Yundao waved his hand angrily, "That kid is your friend, you can't do it, can you?"

"I don't want to follow the path you gave me for the rest of my life, I don't want to!

"What are you talking about?"

With tears in his eyes, Mo Ran said, "Isn't Brother Yanxi forced away by you? What is the use of me asking for that 'sawtooth' sword? I already have a 'Mo Dye' sword!"

Yan Yundao's face turned red, and he muttered: "You-you-unreasonable!

It seemed that Mo Dye was really 'unreasonable', he stubbornly got up and shouted at Ying Long:

"Ying Long, you promised me that day, you want to take the first place for me, do you remember?"

Ying Long suddenly felt the blood in his chest surge

"I-I remember!"

Mo Dyed teeth clenched his lower lip, "That's good, that's good, I'm watching you under the ring, you can't let me down!" After that, he looked around, his eyes stopped on Xi Nan, Xi Nan nodded slightly, pointed to the chair next to Wang Zhulu and said, "Just sit there!"

Suzuki Miyako looked at it indignantly, and scolded in a low voice: "It's unreliable, it's unreliable, it still depends on our Suzuki family!"

A lean man behind him stood up, a ghost-headed knife on his shoulder, staring at Ying Long majestically

"Master, I'll meet him!"

This man seemed to be older than Miyako Suzuki, and the ghost-headed knife in his hand seemed to be heavier than him, and he stood there as thin as a bamboo pole

Miyako Suzuki turned around and patted him on the shoulder and said in a loud voice:

"Okay!

The thin bamboo pole was about to leave, and Miyako Suzuki added:

"Kill him!"