I didn't faint this time. ??? ｗｗ?ｗ?．?

Maybe it was the great improvement in Xiang Ji's ability, or the preferential treatment of the main god to these official reincarnation warriors, but this time he was awake and experienced the whole process of the main god teleporting people to the mission world.

The black starry sky background suddenly burst out with extremely high brightness, and in the blink of an eye, it changed from night to daylight like the sun bursting, and only a vast white light was left in Xiang Ji's line of sight. When the light subsided and his vision returned, the white void background around Xiang Jixian was gradually solidifying, the yellow-brown ground, the blue-brown grass and shrubs, and the pressed solid dirt road, the void turned into a real world.

[The teleportation has ended, and it has arrived at the Ordinary Plane Grandmaster World of the Republic of China.] Please note that the firmament will remain on standby, at your service throughout the process] A voice similar to that of the main god clone Dawn in the desert town suddenly reached Xiang Ji's ears.

"What is my mission?" asked him about his mission, stepping on real ground.

[Integrate into the current world society, pending instructions]

"Waiting for instructions?" said the item.

[Yes, wait for instructions.] The reincarnation of this mission is free to standby, and the task is randomly distributed]

[This world allows reincarnation warriors to interfere in the plot.] Please 1174o27 reincarnation warrior, pay attention to the principle of domination of this world, and take all actions to benefit the survival and development of the national arts of this world as the highest goal]

Well, that is, this time he has no fixed tasks. First of all, he had to figure out where this was, and Xiang Ji began to check the information that the sky had sent to him, the nature and general situation of this world.

The so-called Grandmaster of the Republic of China, in fact, the real time period was in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, after the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded Beijing.

It is said that it is because the first high-level reincarnation martial artist in the present world, in the initial exploration, Huang Feihong, Guo Yunshen, Yang Luchan, Sun Lutang, Li Jinglin, Li Shuwen, Shang Yunxiang, Zhang Ce, Du Xinwu, Liu Baichuan, Li Yaochen, Han Muxia, Wang Ziping and other modern national martial arts masters, so he conveniently named this plane the world of the grandmaster of the Republic of China. It was adopted by the Lord God and is still in use today.

This newly excavated new plane, which the Lord God defines as a semi-fantasy world. Specifically, a natural plane has been interfered with by the collective beliefs of human beings in other planes due to certain factors, resulting in a certain distortion and deviation in the original natural trajectory, making this world in some ways close to the world imagined by humans in other planes.

This kind of plane that has been interfered with by external forces can be called the fantasy plane. They are relatively few in number compared to the natural planes, but they are just as numerous. Many novels, movies, and even myths and legends under the main god's banner are actually fantasy planes. However, among the many standard ordinary planes that are the basis of the multiverse, there are few traces of fantasy planes, perhaps because ordinary standard planes are too unfavorable to the cultivation of this kind of fantasy world, after all, most of the fantasies of human beings always go beyond reality.

Along the dirt road that came, Xiang Ji solved his dressing problem in a small-town ready-to-wear shop, a yellow robe and a certain Western-style white top hat, which helped Xiang Ji integrate into this world.

From the mouth of the owner of the ready-to-wear shop, Xiang Ji learned that his location was near Foshan, Guangdong, which was a place where the modern martial arts world was surging.

This is exactly what I want, you can go to Foshan City first, Xiang Ji thought. Inquire about the way to Foshan, Xiang Ji hurried towards the direction of Foshan City.

After strengthening, the energetic Xiang Ji foot journey is very fast, striding forward, Xiang Ji soon came to the outside of Foshan City, through the city gate into the city, he is interested in planning to visit the small southern city in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, but suddenly there are some incongruous scenery.

Hmm? This is a dojo in Little Japan? Karate? Looking at the luxurious Toei-style buildings standing arrogantly in front of him on the surrounding Wuguan Street, Xiang Ji felt very unhappy in his heart, and he vaguely felt that something should be born on this thing, right?

[Current mission objective, random cleaning mission cloth]

[The first stage, the door-to-door kicking gym.] Single-handedly all the Japanese dojos in Foshan City] Sure enough, the indifferent voice of the sky sounded at the right time.

Great! Xiang Ji couldn't help but wave his fist excitedly. Haha, I like this task! The ability to enter the shotgun to change the cannon will be eager to try, and my big casserole fist is already hungry and thirsty!

There's one right in front of you, so let's start here!

In the True Pole Dojo, a strong man wearing a robe and a white top hat walked through the door.

A Japanese student in a white practice uniform saw it and stepped forward to interrogate:

"Yours! What are you doing?"

"Me? guess~" The strong man grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth and a slightly mocking smile.

Chinese? is a Chinese.

"Yaga! This is the dojo of the Great Japanese Empire, the people of China are not allowed to come in, get out!" Hearing the visitor's oral Chinese, the Japanese student who confirmed the identity of the person who came had an angry look on his face and shouted loudly.

How is it that this Tm is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers and thousands of worlds, and this little Japan is all this kind of virtue? Even the lines are exactly the same? It's really embarrassing!

"Fuck you, little man, I'm here to kick the gym! You don't have any eyesight? huh?"

Cannon fodder student A was gently pulled by Xiang Ji, and suddenly couldn't stand up, turned over a few times, and hit the wooden wall of the dojo hard, clutching his chest in pain for a long time and couldn't get up.

"Yaga!" Such a big movement naturally couldn't hide from the people in the dojo, and the Japanese in a few miles heard that the movement was wrong, and hurriedly rushed out. Seeing this scene, he was immediately furious.

Naturally, these cannon fodder didn't say anything to Xiang Ji about saluting first and then soldiering, and directly rolled up their sleeves and swarmed up, ready to avenge their companions on the ground.

"Hey, hey, it's good!" is what Xiang Ji wants.

But this point of people is still not enough for me to fight, so the movement is bigger? Xiang Ji laughed and raised his foot and kicked it!

One of the first cannon fodder trainees was the most unlucky, and was kicked in the stomach. At this time, Xiang Ji kicked at will, and the force was very strong, and he directly kicked the unlucky guy out, and fell on the floor of the dojo with a thud, and the whole body bowed into one.

There were two more crisp sounds, and the two Japanese who pounced on the left and right were shot left and right by Xiang Ji, and one slapped one by one into a dog, and rolled on the ground several times. The wooden screen in the hallway of the dojo was knocked to the ground.

Looking at the two cannon fodder on the ground, the nosebleed teeth that were already extremely sad flew to the ground, and their heads were swollen like a pig's head, in a semi-comatose state.

Haha! Xiang Ji looked at his work with satisfaction, laughed and walked towards the main hall of the dojo.

In the dojo, a bunch of Japanese wearing practice uniforms were kneeling in a circle, watching two students from their own martial arts hall in the arena fighting, and a middle-aged Japanese instructor with a black belt around his waist was guiding everyone, and the sudden change made these people stop.

With a loud bang, the door of the dojo in the form of a push and pull suddenly fell to the ground, and immediately after, they saw one of their own students being kicked into the arena with a rolling belt.

Well, the Chinese, Baga! These lowly people dare to come and kick the gym!

"Baga, who are you?" the kneeling dojo leader was furious.

"Kick the hall, don't you have good eyes?" Xiang Ji didn't bother to talk nonsense with this boss monster, stepped in front of this person in a few steps, and raised his hand!

The unlucky head suddenly followed in the footsteps of his apprentices outside, and a big pig's head with a blue head and a swollen nose was freshly baked!

......Seeing the master being beaten, an angry young Japanese young man reflexively scolded, but halfway through the scolding, his neck was choked by Xiang Ji. Smack! another slap in the face. The fourth pig's head is born!

"Grass! that's a lot of nonsense!" Xiang Ji shook his hand unhappily.

"Is that all there is to it, come together!" Xiang Ji shook his hand contemptuously towards everyone.

Bastard! This bastard is too arrogant! All the Japanese students who couldn't bear it were all ignited and rushed up one after another. For a while, fists and feet were flying, and the scene of dozens of people beating one person should not be too **.

It's a pity that what awaits them today is an out-and-out physical monster.

The residents of Foshan, who followed up to see the bustle, only heard a crackling and clanging sound in the Japanese dojo, and then heard the screams and shouts of people coming from inside. Ahh

Help, help~ahhhh

What's going on? The soy sauce party looked at each other.

Hey, hey, hey, he

Xiang Ji's kung fu was honed on the battle formation, and it was relatively rough. However, with Xiang Ji's strange power at this time, it doesn't use many subtle means to deal with these low-level cannon fodder. All he had to do was let go of his fists and feet, and he just swung, smashed, kicked, and swept into the pile.

In short, it is just unruly, like a street shrew fighting, frantically waving her fists and slapping wildly! A group of highly trained Japanese karate practitioners have no way to do this.

Grass! This monster is too powerful! The body is too strong! A light slap can break the head of a strong man's head and bleed and turn a few heels on the ground. And their fists and kicks hit him as if they hadn't eaten for three days, and they looked soft and useless, and this monster was almost tickling when they kicked him.

Xiang Ji smashed the last standing Japan to the ground with a fist, looked at the mourning dojo with satisfaction, and slowly walked out of the door.

Before leaving, he suddenly saw a plaque at the door of the ashram, which read the words "The Sick Man of East Asia". Hmm? I don't know who the plaque was prepared for, which reminded Xiang Ji of a classic picture in a certain movie, and his heart moved, he raised his foot and kicked the plaque in two, and threw it on the Japanese head of the dojo with a bang.

Xiang Ji left the messy dojo refreshed.