This voice seemed to sound from people's hearts, and all the guests at the scene were startled, and their hearts thumped faster.

Then it suddenly and strangely returned to normal.

Underworld masters?

Li Bad's heart moved, and he turned his head to look quietly.

I saw an old Japanese man wearing a white samurai uniform and stepping on clogs slowly walk out of the back of the stage.

This is a very tall old man, not as short as ordinary Japanese people, and even taller than the average American NBA star, his height is definitely more than 1.9 meters.

Visually, it is about 1.93 to 1.95 meters.

He walked steadily, step by step, his posture was upright, like an ancient pine, his eyes seemed cloudy, but in fact he was very energetic, and a divine light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

The beard and hair are all white, but there is a ruddy face, giving people a crane hair and childish face, not like the feeling of mortals, as if it is a Taoist priest in the ancient view of the high mountains of China, and the Taoist priest is transcendent.

He was tall, but not muscular, but in the eyes of people, he was so burly, as if he could withstand the sky falling.

When Li Bad looked at the visitors, all the guests at the scene also saw this uninvited guest who suddenly broke in.

"It's an old man from Japan, who is this old man from Japan, doesn't he know that this is the scene of the Asian Charity Gala, and he dares to trespass?" a Korean businessman frowned and cursed in a low voice.

"A temperamental old man of Japan, with a strong posture, he is full of energy, and the legendary crane hair and childish face are talking about this kind of person!" a Chinese star sighed.

"Miya, Mr. Miyamoto Ichiro, yes, it's Mr. Miyamoto Ichiro!" The middle-aged Japanese man who took the Muramasa knife for 300 million US dollars suddenly shouted, and he didn't know where to put his excited hands and feet.

"Oh my God, Ichiro Miyamoto, it's Ichiro Miyamoto!"

"Ichiro Miyamoto, my God, I didn't expect him to come in person?!"

"Mr. Miyamoto!"

"Mr. Miyamoto!"

"Mr. Miyamoto!"

......

More and more people recognize the identity of the old man of Japan, one by one in their own country or transcendent status, or worth tens of billions of stars, local tyrants, at this moment, it is like a little fan seeing his idol, one by one excitedly got up and used it in the direction of the stage.

"Mr. Miyamoto, look here!" The middle-aged Japanese man who took a picture of Ichiro Miyamoto's saber for 300 million US dollars took out his mobile phone and yelled, wanting to take a picture.

Ichiro Miyamoto smiled at him, paused for two seconds, and then continued walking.

"Ahh The middle-aged man in Japan was so excited that his whole body trembled, yelled, and then closed his eyes and fell to the ground, but he fainted because of excessive excitement.

"Mr. Miyamoto Ichiro, I'm your fan, may I ask if you have recruited a registered disciple in the near future, I want to apprentice and learn kendo with you!"

"Mr. Miyamoto, this is also what I want to ask, since you accepted a batch of ten registered disciples five years ago, you have never beckoned registered disciples again......"

"Yes, Mr. Miyamoto, we are all your fans, I implore you to recruit a registered disciple again, no matter how hard you endure, we are willing to follow you and study kendo!"

......

Miyamoto Ichiro's fans shouted loudly, looking at Miyamoto Ichiro's eyes as if they were looking at a god, saying their own pleading.

"Miyamoto, Mr. Miyamoto, hello, I'm Cui Shiyou, the auctioneer of this Asian Charity Auction. Looking at the white-haired old man who walked towards him step by step, Cui Shiyou didn't know how to deal with himself, and wanted to reach out and shake his idol, but after stretching for a long time, he still didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

"Hello, the auction was a great host. Ichiro Miyamoto laughed.

"Thank you, thank you for your review. Cui Shiyou blushed and said excitedly, as if he was commended by the teacher for the first time when he was a child in kindergarten and pasted a small red flower on his chest.

"Hello everyone, I'm Ichiro Miyamoto. ”

Ichiro Miyamoto walked to the front of the stage and faced the guests from all over the world who were below the stage.

"I have a few words to say, and I ask for your forgiveness for delaying you for a minute. Ichiro Miyamoto said, bowing to the camera and the scene.

"Mr. Miyamoto, please speak!"

"Yes, Miyamoto-sama, we would love to hear from you!"

......

A group of celebrities who have become like little fans, the rich man said excitedly.

"Thank you, thank you. ”

Ichiro Miyamoto bowed again and thanked everyone at the scene.

"Damn, what is the old man of Japan going to do?" Zhang Xiaoliu cursed quietly, always feeling that this old man of Japan who was smiling and behaved very politely had bad intentions and wanted to be a demon.

Ma Que: "Why do I think this old guy laughs, a little cheap, it seems that the person who comes is not good!"

Ximen Jin: "It's a little weird, I always feel that something is wrong." ”

"Brother, this old man is a master, a very powerful master!" Luo Tianyin said badly.

"Li Bad, this old man is very strong, and he appears a little suspicious, I'm afraid that the person who came is not good!" Xia Ke'er frowned and said to Li Bad.

"Master, this old man is weird. Liu Yuxi said.

"Master, this Miyamoto Ichiro glanced at me just now, and it seems that he is coming at me. Tang Doudou said, the girl's intuition is very keen, and she feels that this old man who suddenly appeared is not easy to mess with, like he is here to make trouble.

"This is a half-immortal master, everyone will wait and see. Li Bad replied to everyone.

At the same time, there is a secret room somewhere on the cruise ship.

"Young master, Ichiro Miyamoto has appeared. ”

"Miyamoto Ichiro, when did the old man come?" Bae Junhao wondered.

"Yes, I'm sorry, young master, I don't know. ”

"Forget it, even I didn't notice that he was on the boat, so it's even more impossible for you, tsk, this guy's stealth skills seem to be getting more and more powerful, by the way, he suddenly appeared here, what do you want to do?"

"The specific reason hasn't been figured out yet, but it seems that some Japanese people went to invite him and wanted him to deal with Huaguo's female god of war, making Huaguo embarrassed on the spot. ”

"Hehe, dog eats dog, forget it, no matter him, as long as this guy doesn't come to mess with me, don't make trouble for me, let him go. ”

"Yes, young master. ”

......

The scene of the party.

"Haha, everyone must be curious about how I appeared, it's actually very simple, I want to find a real owner for my knife. ”

"Ah, Mr. Miyamoto, this, this is not good, this knife of yours has already been bought by me. After some first aid, the middle-aged man in Japan who had fainted because of excitement had woken up, and when he heard Miyamoto Ichiro's words, his face turned white with a brush.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, as compensation, if you want, I can accept you as a registered disciple. Ichiro Miyamoto laughed.

"Remember, named disciple?Mr. Miyamoto, you, are you not joking with me?" The middle-aged man in Japan was stunned, a little incredulous.

"I, Ichiro Miyamoto, never joke. ”

"I do, Mr. Miyamoto, I am very willing!" said the middle-aged man in Japan, his head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Miyamoto Ichiro smiled at him, picked up the Muramasa knife on the shelf, looked around the audience, and said: "This knife was used when I was young, as long as someone on the scene can pull the knife out of the scabbard, I will give him this knife for free, and donate 100 million US dollars to the Asian Charity Organizing Committee in the name of that person."

Everyone present can come up and try it, and I think it's a great way to find a good owner for this knife and contribute to charity!"

(End of chapter)