At the signal of Li Wuji.

On behalf of the Wushu Association, Sun Yihe greeted everyone in the conference hall politely.

Of course, this also includes Jingu Shinzo.

According to Shinzo Jingu's own words.

The reason why he traveled to Huaguo this time was because he brought his apprentice Shengong Yixin.

It is to allow the disciples to see the cultivation methods of other countries, so that they will not sit in the well and watch the sky.

However, before the meeting began, Jingu Yixin happened to have a breakthrough, so he could only stay in the hotel for the time being, and find another time for the next two days to see the extraordinary countries of each country.

This crappy reason.

Li Wuji naturally didn't believe it.

But there are only two possibilities for the other party to dare to say such lame words.

Either

He is full of confidence, thinking that even if he has a lame reason, the martial arts association will not find anything.

Either

What he says is really the truth.

Either way.

Li Wuji has never been in the habit of thinking things in a good direction.

"I'll watch this old man."

"You arrange for someone with stronger strength to keep an eye on his apprentice."

The small mountain country has always been at odds with them.

And the Divine Palace really hides this person, Li Wuji has dealt with it several times.

Its people are very deep.

Whatever you do, you must have a purpose.

Especially during this critical period,

The slightest bit of something was wrong, and Li Wuji was unwilling to let it go.

Sun Yihe silently responded with his eyes.

Followed by

It quickly ended its conversation, and its form quickly disappeared into the conference hall.

Li Wuji looked at Jingu Zhenzo.

Both sides nodded afar.

It's like an acquaintance meeting, a tacit scene.

Look at each other and smile.

They both looked away at the same time.

The smile on his face also disappeared at the same moment.

Li Wuji looked at the time again.

It's time.

All the leaders were seated at the same time.

His eyes swept over the faces that were either thinking, smiling, or a little anxious.

Li Wuji's body straightened slightly.

He smiled and turned on the microphone.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for being invited to this meeting."

"The stakes are high at this meeting."

"Although the format of the meeting is simple, the things that this meeting represents are extremely weighty."

"As the convener of the meeting, I have the responsibility and obligation to inform you."

Speaking of which.

Li Wuji's expression became extremely serious.

As a martial artist, the aura of being the president of the martial arts association naturally escaped towards the surroundings.

"Please take it seriously."

"The outcome of this meeting will determine your future life and death."

As soon as these words came out.

All the previous politeness, courtesy.

It seems to have all been left behind.

As the apex of the entire martial arts world except for Chen Sheng.

Li Wuji's momentum is also extremely oppressive.

Time.

Except for those great powers that already knew about the situation, and each of them had studied the heavens and men.

The rest of the people present were all silent under the pressure of the momentum.

The conference hall, which had been whispering from time to time, fell into dead silence in an instant.

Li Wuji's move has his own plans.

He knows it well.

There are traces of celestial beings and historical records, which are not found in most of the countries present today.

At most, they chose to participate in this conference through pictures and videos, as well as their trust in many major countries led by the Wushu Association.

Until before Li Wuji spoke.

Many of the people present still had different purposes in mind.

There is a lively look.

There are also those who want to take advantage of the opportunity to hug their thighs for profit.

Until now.

Everyone finally realized.

Li Wuji.

Seriously.

"So."

After the scene fell completely silent.

Li Wuji's momentum was slightly retracted.

He spoke lightly.

"The meeting begins."

——————

Meanwhile.

Kyoto.

State Guest Hotel.

Third floor.

Jingu sat on the sofa in the room.

His eyes were closed and he didn't move.

There was no sound of even breathing.

With that pale face.

It's almost like a corpse.

But this state did not last long.

soon

Jingu opened his eyes as soon as he was in a hurry.

"Are you coming?"

He slowly got up and walked to the window, where the curtain had been drawn.

In his perception.

Around the hotel, there are suddenly a few more strong atmospheres.

It's a smell peculiar to a warrior.

Jingu Yixin's face was not surprised.

It's all in their plans.

The lies wrapped in truth are all the more believing.

Come to think of it.

Jingu stood by the window and waited quietly.

About half an hour later.

Make sure that there is no change in the amount of aura around you.

He finally made a move.

Tick.

Jingu walked slowly towards the door.

The surface of the foot comes into contact with the wooden ground, making a sound that seems to be a drop of water falling to the ground.

It's extremely subtle, though.

But in a room that seems to be cut off from all sounds, it's very noticeable.

Followed by

It was a squirming sound that made the scalp tingle.

Where the shrine passes.

The pitch-black liquid spreads and blends.

floors, walls, ceilings.

soon

Until Jingu Yixin walked to the door.

Everything in the entire room has been encased in black liquid.

Goo-goo~

The sound of bubbles followed.

There are three places where the black liquid is constantly arching.

It seems that there is a living creature within it that is constantly struggling.

This movement lasted for a few seconds.

When the black liquid fades.

In the room, three strange-looking people suddenly appeared.

The first one is a woman.

He wears a beige coat that wraps his body tightly.

Her long, silky black hair is draped over her shoulders.

Holding a black umbrella in his hand, he covered his face.

The lower half of his face wears a white mask.

Just from the outside, it seems to be a woman with a good face.

The second, also a woman.

It's just that compared to the previous one, its image looks much more eerie.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of water droplets hitting the ground echoed strangely in the pure black space.

A soaking woman in a white dress lay quietly in the corner of the room.

Her long, thick black hair obscured most of her face.

But through the cracks, you can faintly see a bloodshot eye, staring at Jingu Yixin.

As for the last one.

It's a man in a suit.

It is short in stature, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a smile with a fixed curve at the corners of its mouth.

The smile looked stiff.

From the moment it appeared to the present, the expression on its face has not changed in the slightest.

It seems that this face is not a real face.

It's just the facial features that are nailed to the surface of the skull.

Three weird-looking people.

At this moment, all of them set their eyes on Jingu Yixin.

Jingu didn't look back.

Just said lightly.

"De-proliferation."

"Go spread the word."

"Find the descendants of the Celestials."

"And then, you know what to do."

Between words.

He slowly opened the door and walked straight out.

Click.

The door is closed.

Divide the inner and outer worlds from each other.

Jingu's face was as usual, and he just walked towards the elevator.

Not much.

A member of the Martial Arts Association, who was in charge of monitoring his movements, saw him appear downstairs.

The Wushu Association does not prohibit the personal freedom of these outsiders.

It's just that

Necessary preventive measures should be there or should be had.

And so.

After a short discussion.

The two strongest people followed the shrine far behind.

For the rest, stay where you are, trying to find a way to get more information.

Five minutes later.

The shrine is drifting away.

It seemed to have a purpose, and as soon as he walked out of the hotel, he took out his mobile phone and began to ask pedestrians for directions.

And what he said when he asked for directions naturally did not escape the ears of the watchers.

"Hello, may I ask, is there a martial arts hall around here?"

"Awesome martial arts."

Jingu single-mindedly pointed his mobile phone at passers-by.

A mechanical female voice came from the phone.

Unlike Shingu Shinzo, he is not familiar with the language of the Chinese country, and can only translate through mobile phone software.

"You're a foreigner, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, this is Kyoto, why don't you have it?"

The people in Jingu who were bent on asking for directions seemed to be quite enthusiastic.

Not only did he tell Jingu Ichijo the location of the martial arts hall, but he also helped him set up the navigation separately.

After it was over, I pulled him to talk for a while.

"By the way, what country are you from?"

Passers-by asked with interest.

"Little Mountain Country."

However.

Jingu replied wholeheartedly, but the expression on his face quickly faded.

"Oooh."

Passers-by had strange expressions.

Maybe it's because of my previous enthusiastic attitude.

Instinctively, he felt a little uncomfortable.

It's just that the upbringing engraved in his bones made him still not show a disgusted expression at the first time.

Just nodded a little stiffly.

"Then you go to the martial arts hall."

"I won't delay you."

Let's talk about it.

The passers-by did not wait for Jingu's single-minded answer, and quickly walked away.

Jingu was expressionless.

Just silently watched each other leave.

Although the other party tried his best to hide his inner activities.

But he sensed it.

That contempt.

That disgust.

How similar to what he had experienced.

"This is the same as before."

"It's still so self-contained, so disgusting."

The mouth opens and closes slightly.

The voice only sounded in my heart.

He took a deep look at each other.

Jingu was quick to gather his thoughts.

At least

He's got what he wants.

The rest of the thing.

He doesn't have to do it himself.

Come to think of it.

Jingu clicked on the first navigation route and began to walk towards his destination.

previously

Jingu Shinzo didn't speak.

When they came to Huaguo this time, they really wanted to see what kind of situation the warriors of Huaguo had reached now.

That's it.

The shrine is drifting away.

Two watchers hung far behind him, watching his every move.

Meanwhile.

It is about a kilometer away from the high-rise building of the Ambassador Hotel.

"Big brother, what do you say?"

Two men in gray coats sat against the wall.

It was the younger one who spoke, his eyes looking ahead, but he looked a little blank.

Beside him, the middle-aged man's eyes were closed.

Faced with his companion's question, he had no intention of answering.

The two belong to the Heling Sect and are the personal disciples of the members of the association.

The Heling Sect is a sect that Li Wuji accepted in his early years.

At that time, due to the lack of positive ability of this sect and the turbulent environment at that time, it was almost annexed by other sects.

It was Li Wuji who came to the aid and gave help.

The Heling Sect has only grown step by step, until today it has become one of the member sects of the Martial Arts Association.

The unique secret power in the door can make the soul produce "silk threads"

This kind of silk thread allows them to control some creatures whose soul power is not strong, and use this silk thread to forcibly transform the opponent's physical body.

Although it sounds like Li Wuji's polar distraction of the soul split.

But actually.

It's still a use of soul power.

And it is limited by the scope, the soul power of the target, and the influence of the rules of reality.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the martial artists of the Heling Sect were significantly inferior to those of other association members.

But that's only on the side of the battle.

Whether it's detection, tracking, or survival, etc.

The martial artists of the Heling Sect are much stronger than other martial artists.

It can be said that

As part of the period when the martial arts world was integrated in Li Wuji and the Wushu Association was founded.

The Heling Sect played a role that could not be ignored.

Thereupon.

When the figure of Jingu Isshin gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

The two who remained began their actions.

At this moment.

A sparrow hovers in the air, its gaze always locked around the Ambassador Hotel.

In the vent of the State Guest Hotel, a spider the size of a thumb slowly crawled out.

Compound eyes scan the surroundings.

Take in the view of the room.

Well?

Far away from a kilometer.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

The junior brother beside him asked again.

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

"But I just felt the fluctuation of the soul power."

The middle-aged man replied.

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

They and their junior disciples had already used their soul power to monitor Jingu Yixin's movements earlier.

before its departure.

They clearly felt a hint of unusual fluctuations.

As soon as he left, he entered the room to investigate.

But as a result,

As we see it now.

In the room, there is nothing unusual.

It was as if the anomalous fluctuations they had detected earlier were nothing more than illusions.

The two members of the Heling Sect, who were unwilling, continued to search in the room.

They didn't spare a single corner.

The search lasted for half an hour without moving all the items.

But as a result,

Still nothing.

"Forget it."

ultimately

The middle-aged man opened his eyes.

"I don't think the previous fluctuations would be delusional."

"But now that we can't find anything abnormal, let's report it to Master."

"It's not our turn to decide."

For this decision.

The young man did not object.

The two have always taken each other as the backbone.

"Okay."

He immediately picked up his mobile phone and sent the mission report to his master.

As for them,

He continued to monitor the movements of the Jingu Yishin room.

The two of them, who were in a high-rise building, didn't pay much attention to the street below.

At this moment.

In the flow of people coming and going.

A tall woman holding a black umbrella walked silently among the crowd.

She was wearing a mask and couldn't see her face clearly.

But occasionally people pass by, and they will still inevitably be attracted by those beautiful eyes.

But somehow.

Those figures who rubbed shoulders with tall women.

Deep down, I will feel a chill for no reason.

The chill was so deep.

It seems to be able to freeze the soul in an instant.

But again it was so short-lived.

So much so that all the people who felt this chill almost did not react.

They were stunned for a moment.

and quickly recovered.

(End of chapter)