Underground, 100 headquarters.

Kong Qiu put down the scroll in his hand and picked up the phone.

"Why don't you leave it alone?" On the other end of the phone, a curious voice came from Du Er, "Just small countries such as Goryeo, Yin Yinzhu, and Scarlet Sakura, you just let them and pee on our heads?" ”

"Hehe......" Kong Qiu smiled and said leisurely, "...... What they said is also good, my Xuanguo has not produced a martial saint for eighty years before, and it does look a little green. ”

"In addition, those barbarians are indeed less than forty years old, and they are in the younger generation, and because of the rules of the rivers and lakes, it is difficult for us old antiques to pull down their faces and make a move."

"However, you yourself also know that if you compete with the younger generation, whether it is the super martial saint who quits the little friend in the clouds, or those little monsters who have carved out their own path, and there are outliers who can't be reasoned with, but they are all concentrated there."

"Since they are so ignorant of how to come from afar, then they will stay forever."

……

Oriental Martial Arts Academy, activity hall.

"We're here to see ......," said a gray-haired man with a face of about twenty years old, "...... If even we so-called barbarians can't defeat it, then ......"

“…… What kind of face do you, a thirty-year-old principal, have to convince the people? ”

As the white-haired man finished speaking, several old men present had difficult expressions, and his words could be said to have almost wiped out the chances for these martial saints to solve this matter.

"Of course, if you want to intervene too, that's fine." Another tall man wearing a military hat and a dark green military coat looked at the bear, wolf and dog on the stage, and said coldly, "After all, it is indeed difficult for a strong man to let a warrior with a heart face us. ”

The coercion of the six Mixed Yuan Martial Saints and above pressed on the hearts of all the students and teachers present like six giant mountains, even if they were full of resentment, almost no one had the strength to stand in front of those six foreign Martial Saints and use their strength to shut them up.

Offstage, in the special class 0 area, the Oneiroi machine sitting next to Yun Zhongci frowned, and the qi began to change gradually, not only him, but all the special class students' breath was rising, ready to start, "Don't worry." But when everyone was gearing up, Yun Zhongci's faint voice came into their ears, interrupting their fighting spirit and dissipating their qi.

"Yun Zhongci, are you crazy?" After Yun Zhong's resignation, the cold and beautiful woman with snow-white long hair and waist-length shouted in a low voice, without even adding the suffix of the word mentor, which showed that she was anxious, "You asked the principal a fighting master (Zhirou) to fight the six war lords (mixed yuan)??" ”

"What's this??"

Yun Zhong raised his hand in vain, signaling the woman to be calm and not impatient, he said seriously: "Don't worry, Natasha, be calm in everything." ”

"Also, what do you mean by this?"

"Then I can only tell you that I am going to call the funeral home and ask them to prepare six coffins to come."

His voice resounded through the minds of every student in the special class, making them more or less puzzled and surprised.

"Could it be that the Headmaster is a mutant?" Izumo muttered quietly.

"No, he's a pure martial artist." The young man in the red robe opened his eyes, he seemed to sense something, and his face was solemn, "It's just that it's a bit too pure." ”

"What do you mean?" The girl was a little confused.

Sitting next to the young man in the red robe, the blood-colored young man with heavy pupils said lightly: "It means that he has abandoned the abnormal abilities that can be generated by the hybrid element, and focused on tapping his own human spirit and physical potential." ”

"In the saying of Xuanguo, this is called the way of sincerity, or the land celestial."

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and it seemed that the air was gradually filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"It's really nerve-wracking...... The bear wolf dog in a blue suit behind the podium sighed lowly, his brows twisted into a "Chuan" shape, "...... Realm, realm, and realm theory again. ”

"You people with cerebral palsy, don't you know that the so-called realm can only determine a person's lower limit."

"But I can't ......" The bear wolf dog slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and in his eyes that narrowed into a slit behind the lenses, a cold light flashed, and he stared at the six people in front of the gate in the distance, and at the same time, grinned, "...... Is there a limit to a person? ”

"Smack."

The six of them subconsciously took a step back in unison, "Who is this dead fat man...... Among the six people, the most powerful is the super martial saint, a sallow young man from Goryeo, who has a turbulent wave in his heart, "...... I have been in charge of the White Yang Sect for 12 years, and I have seen all kinds of people and countless romantic people......"

He has seen a generation of grandmasters, he has seen seekers, he has seen madmen, he has seen ......

But.

In the distance, standing on the stage and behind the podium, the man who looked like a fat house, at this time, was as tall as the heavens and the earth in his heart.

He was given a terrifying look at a plate of vegetables and a roast suckling pig, like food.

The man at the top of the food chain.

Perhaps, only these few words can perfectly interpret the feeling that the bear, wolf and dog give to the six of them.

At the same time, another irritability that seemed to be kicked on the iron plate gradually climbed into their minds, "pretending to be a ghost ......", the head youth of the moon generation snorted coldly, and after a few seconds of being shocked, his heart was covered with a feeling of dignity being insulted and trampled, as a descendant of Miyamoto Musashi, Beichen Yidaoliu and other more than ten dojo schools are exempt from all the permissions, he will never allow cowardice to be revealed in himself, with a strong sword heart, the head youth of the moon generation regained his composure, he said indifferently, "...... Li Jun, let me Junichiro Miyamoto come and fight this man and behead him ......"

At the moment when the word chop had not yet fallen, Junichiro Miyamoto's brain was completely empty, and his eyes became scattered.

God dreams of flowing, mysteries, and thoughtless killing.

Many schools of martial arts have said that when hitting people, the muscles must be relaxed in order to exert their full strength, and this is true.

When the muscles are tight, the strength of the body will be seriously hindered, so it often leads to the strength of the body cannot be exerted by six or seven percent.

But when you're relaxed, the muscles are more powerful and smoother, and the natural effect is smoother and stronger.

However, ordinary people cannot be completely relaxed, because the human body has a self-protection mechanism, which will cause pain and automatic tension when the muscle structure is passed by a certain amount of force, so as not to injure itself. But even so, it is undeniable that in the case of complete relaxation, the human body will be able to burst out with incredible strength far beyond the usual.

Junichiro Miyamoto's "thoughtless killing" is precisely the supreme state of complete relaxation of the body by eliminating one's own distracting thoughts and thoughts.

In this case, with the help of Kamiai's sword slashing, this is originally a sword skill with unparalleled speed and no calculation of killing, where will the power of Junichiro Miyamoto go?