"Is it arranged?"

Duan Zhen stood in the Imperial Capital Square of Huaguo, looked at the fluttering five-star red flag, and spoke calmly.

"Young master, the head of the family and the lady said that you can play whatever you want, and the country also agrees."

Duan Shiyi was holding a stack of documents, all of which were stamped with red-headed seals.

"Play however I want..."

Duan Zhen shook his head, his parents of this identity are really mysterious.

He said he wanted to come and see him, but he hadn't seen him for six years.

I didn't even make a phone call, and I asked Duan Shiyi and the people around him to convey everything.

What kind of identity does the Book of Heavens assign to me?

"Book of Heavens?"

Duan Zhen meditated in his heart again, but no matter how he shouted, there was no response.

Since he got into the storyline six years ago, there hasn't been any hints.

For a while, he missed the "ding" sound.

"Let's go."

Duan Zhen saluted the national flag and handed out a red envelope to the soldiers standing under the national flag.

Presumably, after a hard day's hard work, this soldier will be extremely surprised when he goes home and sees the bank arrival information of the mobile phone text message.

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In the afternoon of the same day, Duan Zhen and his entourage arrived in Fuso Tokyo.

This time, unlike the previous one, he and Duan Shiyi traveled alone, but a visit and exchange in the name of the Duan family.

The momentum is far different.

The entire airport was blocked and grounded for a day, just to receive Duan Zhen's official exchange visit.

And almost all of the Duan family's forces in Fusang were dispatched, and the people who picked up the airport were all standing at the airport.

It was vast, and all the traffic from the airport to Duan Zhen's residence after he settled down was restricted.

Dozens of bulletproof and lengthened Maybach opened the road, and even the local traffic police in Fusang came to maintain order along the way.

As soon as Duan Zhen got off the plane, he saw a group of people who were pressed down.

The scene was simply crowded.

"These are our people?"

He thought it would be big, but he didn't expect it to be that big.

"Yes, young master, our branch here in Fusang is still doing very well."

Duan Shiyi walked in front of Duan Zhen to lead the way, courtesically exchanged documents with Fusang diplomats, and then led Duan Zhen into the car of his own forces.

This car turned out to be a red flag.

Duan Zhen looked at this car that represented a special status in Huaguo with great smack, and remembered the other party's encouragement to him when he visited that one before.

"This face, it's incredible..."

Even if he was sitting on his hip with Dan in his arms now, he was shocked by the identity arranged for him by the Book of Heavens.

The sphere of influence is not limited to one country at all, that is, it has a huge global influence.

But the thought that it could take itself into the world of dragons and snakes was also relieved.

The vehicle traveled smoothly, and it didn't take long to arrive at a martial arts dojo in Fuso.

This is also the first purpose of Duan Zhen's exchange visit.

"Young master, it's here."

Duan Shiyi beckoned Duan Zhen to get out of the car, and then, a large group of people walked down from the dozens of Maybachs behind them.

There are hundreds of black-pressed extended cars behind them, and a group of people also come out of them.

The two sides stood in a line in an extremely fast time, and then spoke together:

"Young Master!"

Rao is Duan Zhen's five senses are far beyond ordinary people, and they are all startled by this sudden loud noise.

He looked back and saw more than a thousand people standing behind him.

The entire long street was filled with these people.

All of these people were dressed in Chinese costumes and had the national flag on their chests.

After everyone said this, there was silence.

For a while, the entire long street began to permeate an indescribable sense of solemnity.

More than a thousand people lined up in a queue and were silent at the same time, all standing behind one person, what kind of momentum is this?

Even Duan Zhen has a kind of emotion of pointing out the country at this moment.

He looked at Duan Shiyi, and Duan Shiyi also looked at him with a smile.

"Let's go!"

Duan Zhen quickly calmed down, he was now in a complete mood, only slightly emotional.

As soon as the two of them moved, the more than 1,000 people behind them stepped into a long line and followed them.

Between the steps, it is extremely calm and neat, and the footsteps are almost the same.

Obviously, they are all people with kung fu.

They soon came to the front of a huge building.

"The dojo."

Duan Zhen looked at the characters written in Fusang script, the font seemed to be from the hands of calligraphers, and the artistic conception was extremely lofty, with a sense of preaching and teaching.

And the next moment, he saw some young men in Fuso uniforms standing inside the door.

They stood at opposite ends, forming two rows of hundreds of meters long, which spread to the deepest part of the preaching hall.

This dojo is huge, and it can accommodate tens of thousands of people just from the outside.

"Dismount..."

When Duan Shiyi saw this scene, he immediately frowned.

He didn't expect that these people in the Fusang martial arts world would dare to give their young master such a dismount.

So many young people in Fusang formed a long dragon wearing Taoist uniforms, and all of them were martial arts practitioners.

The momentum formed by them together, ordinary people will be afraid and tremble just by walking in like this.

But Duan Shiyi was about to speak, when he saw Duan Zhen blocking him:

"It's okay, I'll go in first."

Duan Zhen stepped out and stepped steadily into the door.

And the moment he stepped into the door, the young Fuso people who were standing on both sides suddenly began to sing together.

The lyrics are distant and tactful, as if they are communicating with the underworld, and communicating with ghosts and gods.

"Woooooooo

Behind them was a group of musicians, holding some ancient instruments playing accompaniment.

The song is extremely mournful and has a soul-stirring emotion.

Requiem.

Fuso's song to soothe the dead.

"What a Fuso!"

As soon as Duan Zhen stepped into the door, this extremely distant singing voice echoed in his ears, and the voice sang from the mouths of hundreds or thousands of young people in Fusang.

For a moment, he felt his scalp start to tingle, and the singing almost made him stand still.

And he saw in the distance that at the end of the road, there was a tall old man dressed in sacrificial clothes.

The old man was holding a box, and the song in his mouth was the loudest and most intense.

Duan Zhen saw at a glance that the box was the box he sent to Fusang Shrine after killing seven war criminals!

"The world you have created is so beautiful..."

"It's so dazzling and so sad for me..."

Fusangwen's lyrics kept echoing, and Duan Zhen only felt that the sadness and the emotion of Anfu were spreading.

A hundred meters of long street, hundreds of young people in Fusang, a song to commemorate the soul of the dead and soothe people's hearts.

The atmosphere in the air gradually solidified, and an extremely strong momentum slowly formed, blocking Duan Zhen, the person who wanted to step into the door!

"What a strong spirit, such a strong heart..."

Duan Zhen stopped in place and suddenly let out a long breath.

His robe shook suddenly, and an invisible wind seemed to blow suddenly.

And at this moment, he took another step.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The ground made of granite instantly burst through layers of dirt and gravel, and the ground seemed to be run over by countless road rollers.

And those broken stones seemed to have spirituality, and they actually flew wantonly in the air, and instantly shot towards the group of young Fuso people who were singing around them!

"Bang bang bang!"

The whole field seemed to be about to be stormed, and the fierce wind continued to spread, knocking down a large number of people at once!

"Ahh

"Something!"

"Impossible!"

The group of Fusang youths closest to Duan Zhen were injured by the rubble almost instantly, and they fell to the ground one by one screaming and wailing.

And as Duan Zhen continued to step, his body floated into the air step by step, straight up to the ground for a meter, moving forward like a wind!

The wind formed a whirlpool of air visible to the naked eye, surrounding Duan Zhen's body, and countless gravel swayed wantonly, constantly flying towards the group of young people who were singing.

At this moment, the singing in the entire venue suddenly stopped for a moment.

It was as if that intense emotion was severely shattered by Duan Zhen's sudden attitude of shaking the wind and rubbling and floating forward!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Duan Zhen continued to move forward, and the swirling winds and rubble outside his body formed a momentum that swept away everything.

The young Fuso men fell to the ground, looking at the scene as if it were a sacred journey.

For a while, I actually forgot to sing again.

One person suppresses all!

The grievance in the field was instantly shattered by Duan Zhen!

Duan Zhen slowly fell to the ground and stepped forward again.

Only this time, all the reverberating mourning was gone.

There was also a violent wind surging around him, and the outside of his body seemed to be covered with a layer of innate qi, which was extremely extraordinary and mysterious.

"Impossible..."

At the far end, the old man holding the box was also violently shocked when he saw this scene, as if he had seen an unimaginable power.

But when he saw that this long-standing intention was swept away by Duan Zhen like this, and looked at the head of the ancestor he was holding in his hand, he was angry in his heart.

A tragic emotion suddenly emanated.

He suddenly spoke again and actually sang the national anthem of Fuso.

The voice became extremely tragic, as if countless ancestors were throwing their heads and spilling their blood against the enemy of foreign aggression.

His voice was also louder than before, and his whole body was full of energy, constantly venting his strength.

"Boom, boom!"

The sound traveled far and wide at once, and it seemed to be using a sound playing method, giving people the feeling of a giant drum constantly reverberating in the room.

When the young Fuso people who were sitting on the ground heard this song, their eyes immediately turned red.

They jerked to their feet, ignoring their own injuries, and once again erupted in deafening sounds.

This emotion was ignited again, and it was several times stronger than the Requiem just now!

"These people..."

Duan Zhen walked fifty meters, and when he heard this strong singing again, he also felt that more intuitive emotion in his heart.

This group of hundreds or thousands of young Fusang people present, plus the old man, and the tragic voices that echoed in the field.

Unleashed.

He also had to sigh at the spirit and cohesion of this nation.

"It seems that the light power can't overwhelm you."

Duan Zhen's expression was sharp, his waist twisted, and his qi burst from the soles of his feet to his chest almost instantly, and then formed a gas concentrated to the extreme, and then suddenly exploded:

"Duan family!"

As soon as his voice came out, it was like a dragon roaring at the moon, and even the singing voices of the hundreds of Fusang young people present were suppressed again.

And as soon as his words fell, the more than 1,000 people from the Duan family outside the door immediately responded at the same time, and the sound shook the sky:

"In!"

When Duan Zhen heard everyone's answer, he roared again, and this roar set off a gust of wind on the ground:

"Sing me the Chinese national anthem!!"

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