Yīn's deep "Song of the Soul Suppression" stopped.

After hearing that Wang Chao was going to visit the martial arts world in three days, the entire temple fell silent at first, the murderous aura was echoing, and the tragic feelings of grief and anger, anger, and so on filled the entire space, and the air seemed to freeze.

"This group of martial artists is really ...... The ...... of terror "The officials in the sports world who came to deliver the message were so frightened by the murderous aura and tragic determination of the hundreds of martial artists that they urinated raw, and their hearts were full of fear.

How many martial artists were there? Almost half of them were masters of the Rì Actual Combat School, and each of them had experienced all kinds of actual battles of blood and fire, and naturally had a killing fist aura on their bodies that ordinary people did not have, and now almost everyone was in a rage of grief and indignation, how powerful was the aura exuded together?

It can be said that these people present are organized into a whole, which can almost represent the martial arts jīng gods of the entire people.

Now this jīng god, under the powerful oppression of Wang Chao, began to brew, brew, and when it reached the extreme, it would explode violently. may blow the opponent to pieces, or may be completely suppressed by the opponent and disappear into the dust of history.

"Help Mr. Ogawa out. ”

Iga Gen turned his body slightly, passed the exchange letter he had just received to the other martial artists to watch, and at the same time glanced at the sports official who was paralyzed on the ground, sighed, and ordered a few young people standing in the distance to help the official out.

"Wuyun Changlong, Wuyun Changlong............ Martial luck is long, martial luck is long......... This is a divine metaphor, bless the martial style of the Yamato nation, and the eternal prosperity will last forever. But why, why would the gods send down someone like Wang Chao?"

As the No. 1 actual combat martial artist, a great master who can cultivate boxing techniques into the Dan Dao, Iga Gen is not a narrow-minded person, on the contrary, he has a broad vision, sees deeply, and also sees far, and his vision is incomparably profound.

"Baga! He actually dares to visit wèn! He is the first naked to challenge and trample on our martial arts gods! As long as he comes, even if I am crushed to pieces, I will fight him to the death! Even if I defend our martial arts gods with my life and blood, I will not hesitate! I will be the first to resist him!"

Wang Chao's letter of exchange was handed over gradually, and when it reached the hands of a big man with a wide body, broad shoulders, thick black eyebrows, and a little beard sewn on the middle of the person next to Iga Yuan, this big man broke out, stomped his feet violently, and the ground of the entire temple seemed to tremble.

"Canaji, don't be impulsive. ”

Iga Yuan frowned slightly when he saw the big man who was excited and couldn't govern himself.

This rìben Dahan, who was the first to resist Wang Chao and stop Wang Chao from trampling on his own national martial arts god, was an outstanding martial artist of the Jianaji Jiu-Jitsu family, named Jiana Zhigangtian.

Kano Ji is a judo family in the entire rì martial arts world, and a hundred years ago there was a jiu-jitsu master, Kano Jigoro. It was this man who combined all of Rìmoto's jiu-jitsu to create judo and at the same time promote the project to the world, and it was this person who promoted judo to the Olympic program and became an enduring sport.

Kanazhi Gangtian is now a great judoka in the martial arts world, and he is as fierce and fierce as fire. Wang Chao had just killed the five great grandmasters, and now he had come to visit the martial arts world of the entire rì nation, and this martial artist had issued a call to defend it to the death.

"Iga-kun, what do you think?" Kanoji Tsuyoda looked at Iga Yuan, who was dressed as if he was a yīn yang master, with a hint of respect in his words, Iga Yuan is recognized as the first practical school in the martial arts world, and his own identity is the great priest of Rìmoto, praying for the royal family, worshiping the heavens, and sacrificing to the horns of the gods. Both of these identities are enough to make anyone respect.

"Martial arts are not in our nation, we only have patience. Iga Gen looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. "I hope that when Wang Chao comes to visit Wèn, our martial arts community chooses to remain silent and not respond. ”

"What?"

"Silence?"

"Not responding?"

As soon as Iga Yuan's words came out, the scene suddenly exploded again, and all the martial artists looked at him with angry eyes, no one would have thought that this leader of the Yamato national martial arts world, the number one actual combat martial artist, and the great priest of the imperial family, would actually say such a thing!

"Iga-kun, if you are not the status of the Great Priest, I will ask you to commit suicide by caesarean section immediately!" At the same time, another slender martial artist looked at Iga Yuan with incredulous eyes: "The martial arts of our nation cannot be erased. Iga-kun, how could you say such a thing? ”

This slender and slender martial artist, but full of strength and fierce spirit, is a martial artist of Beichen Yidaoliu, named Beichenan.

"Iga-kun, we are martial artists who stand on the front line of the nation, and we are not only shouldering the honor and disgrace of our personal lives, but also the martial arts god of the Yamato nation! If we retreat! What do thousands of young people who are enthusiastic about martial arts, who are intoxicated with martial arts, and regard martial arts as their lifelong pursuit? They will lose their confidence, lose their jīng gods, and they will not even be able to straighten their spines and waists in the future! The jīng gods of martial arts will collapse in their hearts! Therefore, we can't retreat, we have to fight to the end, even if we all die, at least we can stimulate the blood of all the young people who are keen on martial arts, so that they can fight for our death!"

"Enough, Beichen-kun!"

Iga Yuan heard Beichen'an say more and more impassioned, and these words also provoked the feelings of all the martial artists present in the end, everyone's eyes were blood-red, and they forgot their fears, and they wanted to fight Wang Chao to the death immediately, so Iga Yuan couldn't let Beichen'an talk anymore.

"The five great masters are deeply aware of Wang Chao's terrifying strength. So they gave up a comfortable and leisurely life, violated the god of martial arts, and went to assassinate Wang Chao, for what? In order to preserve our martial arts seeds, to preserve our martial arts vitality, but they failed, but we must understand their thoughts, save our own vitality, and not make unnecessary sacrifices. Forbearance, forbearance, martial arts are not in our nation now, we must be patient and preserve our vitality! This is a divine metaphor!"

Iga Gen amplified the voice, and it rolled and rippled, filling the entire temple and reaching the ears of every rìmoto martial artist.

"Divine metaphor?" Beichen'an, Kanoji Gangtian and a few first-line martial artists, after Iga Yuan's voice passed, they all shouted: "This is not a divine metaphor, this is your Iga-kun's greedy life and fear of death! The seeds of martial arts will not be extinct, even if we all die in the hands of Wang Chao, the great demon king, we will definitely not be extinct! The seeds of martial arts will blossom and bear fruit in the hearts of thousands of young people who are enthusiastic about martial arts, and finally grow and grow again!" Iga-kun, although you are our number one actual combat martial artist, your retreat has lost the senseless courage of the martial arts god. We have decided not to listen to your organization and arrangement anymore. Just keep hiding, and keep your vitality alive. ”

After these rì martial artists yelled, they left the temple together, leaving Iga Yuan alone, looking up at the sky.

"Martial arts for a long time...... But the sky descended from Wang Chao, and the martial arts are no longer in our Yamato nation, this is a myth. Why don't you understand?"

Maruko Ueshiba did not participate in the transcendence ceremony inside the temple, and at this time, she was in a study house in a simple Aikido dojo in Hokkaido.

The plaque of this bookstore has three characters written in traditional Chinese in jīng, "Ueshiba Juku".

At this time, Maruko was sitting in front of the tatami and talking to a young man sitting cross-legged.

The young man sitting in front of the small maruki tatami was holding a string of dark and heavy prayer beads carved with jīng patterns on them, which were very heavy, and the grains rolled on his fingertips, making a buzzing sound that seemed to collide with iron galls.

This young man's eyes were very clear, like a pool of autumn water, reflecting anything, as if any violent thing would become very peaceful in his eyes.

When all people are face to face with this young man, they only notice his eyes, and thus forget his appearance.

"Master. Maruko made a gesture to the young man with the rosary, and at the same time gave the young man a strange name, calling him the leader.

This young man is the fifth-generation leader of the Rì Hondai Honke.

There are many sects, the most notorious of which is, of course, Aum Shinrikyo, which propagates doctrines and demagogues. Now the head of the Great Honkyo sect that Maruko is meeting is also one.

The Aikido of the Ueshiba sect has a very deep relationship with this sect, when Ueshiba Morihei was a disciple of the Great Honke, learning some of the skills of this sect to exercise the soul and calm the soul and return to the gods, and later went to China with the then head of the sect Wang Saburo, under the pseudonym Wang Shougao, and wanted to establish a religion, that is, at that time, Ueshiba Morihei learned the jīng meaning of Taijiquan, and later established the religion unsuccessfully, but returned to Rì to found the martial arts of Aikido.

"Xiao Maruko, I will help solve this turmoil in the martial arts world. ”

Faced with Maruko's title, the young man who was called "Sect Master" seemed to understand what Maruko was going to say, so he just said it calmly, and then closed his eyes.

Not to mention the reaction of the martial arts community after receiving Wang Chao's visit to WÈN, Liao Junhua also made arrangements for Wang Chao's visit to WÈN.

Three days later, in the morning, it was the end of September, it was the first day of October, the weather was still hot, the sun seemed to hang in the sky like a big furnace, but it was the National Day, and the lights were everywhere, and the pedestrians on the roads were crowded, all celebrating the founding of the country.

Wang Chao, Huo Ling'er, and Tan Wendong arrived at Běijīng, and he went to Běijīng from Nanyang again, naturally on behalf of the Chinese martial arts community, to visit the Wushu world before the martial arts conference, and the two sides had a "friendly" exchange. He didn't bring Bai Quanyi and others, so he brought his two apprentices, and at the same time, Liao Junhua arranged for the domestic martial arts community to select two young people to follow Wang Chao to hone their training.

Almost everyone who knows the roots understands that Wang Chao's visit to the martial arts world will definitely cause a bloody storm. But it's certainly the most rare opportunity to hone one.

Aerodrome.

A man and a woman stood, as if waiting for someone.

The man's skin can be broken with a snap of his fingers, his face is like that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, his eyebrows are clear, and he is wearing a light blue sè sportswear. There is a very fresh smell on the body.

This man is none other than Wang Hongji, who is very deep in practicing Tongzi Gong.

The other woman, on the other hand, had a lot of small braids in her hair, and her eyebrows were picturesque. It is Luo Xiaomeng, who has learned boxing with the leader of God.

"Hongji, I heard that something happened to your family, and something happened to your brother too. It doesn't seem to affect you at all?"

Luo Xiaomeng turned her face to Wang Hongji and said.

Wang Hongji's elder brother is Wang Xiaolei, because of Wang Chao's affairs, even the entire family was shuanggui. But now on his face, there was not a hint of anxiety.

"When I practiced Tongzigong, I was already a monk. It's none of the business at home. The look on Wang Hongji's face did not move: "This time, I followed Wang Chao to this book, but to see his demeanor, I can also hone myself sharper, one day, I will reach the height of the long eyebrows in the Summer Palace, compared to such a pursuit, the family affairs are simply not worth mentioning." It's your senior brother Jiang Hai who has suffered Wang Chao's loss, and now he still wants to take revenge and come back?"

"My senior brother, he's probably hopeless for the rest of his life, and he doesn't have that idea now. Wang Chao is invincible, dominating the world, not to mention my senior brother, even my master has no hope of shaking half a finger of him, but it's a pity to say, I haven't seen this person's real person yet?"

Luo Xiaomeng was also very curious in her heart, she hadn't really seen Wang Chao, but Wang Chao's prestige and prestige were deeply engraved in her mind, nothing else, so powerful long eyebrows regarded Wang Chao as the most powerful opponent in her life. Especially after Wang Chao killed the five great masters of the Rì Ben this time, and then immediately went to visit the martial arts world of the other party, such a thing is simply not something that only a god can do.

Putting aside a qiē thing, from the perspective of martial arts alone, Wang Chao can't help but be revered and admired by Luo Xiaomeng.

"Did you two come with me to exchange with me voluntarily?"

Just as Luo Xiaomeng and Wang Hongji were talking, a voice came into their ears.

The two turned their heads and saw Wang Chao.

"Sure enough, your name is Wang Hongji? You are Wang Xiaolei's younger brother? Your name is Luo Xiaomeng? You are Lin Tingfeng's apprentice, Jiang Hai's junior brother? ”

Wang Chao looked at the pair of men and women, glanced at their faces, and said very direct words.

On the way here, Wang Chao already knew that Liao Junhua had arranged for Wang Hongji and Luo Xiaomeng to follow him this time, and he had also seen these two people, but these two people had not seen him, because he came back to běijīng that time to watch the selection of the sports committee, and he came after making up and shrinking his bones.

However, Wang Hongji and Luo Xiaomeng's temperament are definitely the best among young people, standing in a group of people, like standing out from the crowd, Wang Chao came over, his eyes swept away, and he found these two young people.

Although these two young people can be said to have some grievances with themselves, Wang Chao's current realm and achievements are already nothing, if Wang Hongji and Luo Xiaomeng can follow him to rìben, and after challenging the martial arts of the first nation, they can be honed and improve by leaps and bounds.

"Is this Wang Chao? Sure enough, it's no different from the one in the photo, I can't see that I know martial arts." How can he be the world's number one master. ”

Luo Xiaomeng and Wang Hongji both looked at Wang Chao. The world's number one master in front of him is dressed very simply, as if he is a very ordinary young man who is slightly tall and slightly thin, no matter how you look at it, you can't think of it as a big devil who dominates the world and kills countless people.

But Wang Chao's simple eyes swept away, but they were speechless.

In front of Wang Chao, the two of them invariably had a feeling that they were elementary school students who violated classroom discipline and were called to the office by the teacher.

"Naturally, I have put life and death aside, and it is a great thing to be able to challenge you and trample on the martial arts god of a nation, and I don't feel a pity to die. ”

Wang Hongji suddenly saluted Wang Chao respectfully.

"I'm glad I was born in the same era as you. Come and witness the pinnacle of a legend with your own eyes. ”

Luo Xiaomeng also said respectfully.

Obviously, both of them were completely overwhelmed by Wang Chao's momentum. Indeed, for a person to trample on the jīng god of a nation, such a person, no matter who he is, is enough to make anyone look up.

People who practice martial arts are all high-minded and extremely self-centered, especially the best among young people, not to mention Luo Xiaomeng and Wang Hongji.

But now these two young people have to have a complete admiration for Wang Chao in their hearts.

As Luo Xiaomeng said: "I am very fortunate to be born in the same era as you, and I can witness the peak of a legend with my own eyes." ”

"I can only look up to your achievements. I only hope that after this ordeal, if not dying, I can compete with your apprentices. Luo Xiaomeng said again, and at the same time, her eyes looked at Huo Ling'er and Tan Wendong behind Wang Chao.

Her eyes were especially focused on Huo Ling'er.

Huo Ling'er didn't look at her, her face was blank.

At this moment, Wang Chao saw Liao Junhua and walked over.

"I'm seeing you off. As soon as the demeanor saw Wang Chao, his eyes looked up, and at the same time he stretched out his hand and shook Wang Chao: "I'm here to see you off, and I don't have much to say, I put my mind on your body, hoping to feel your ultimate realm, although I have become a great Dan, but you have broken the void, jumped out of the Three Realms, and become a god." ”

"Good. Wang Chao looked at the face of grace, and then looked at Liao Junhua, feeling the warmth and delicacy of the demeanor in his hands, and the unwillingness to be lonely as a top master.

As the pinnacle of Danjin, why don't you want to be like Wang Chao, fighting against a nation's martial arts god with the strength of one person, but there are many unsatisfactory things in life.

The handshake just now also shows that he pinned his unwilling loneliness on Wang Chao's body, witnessing Wang Chao's sacred-like legendary behavior.

"Let's go. ”

Wang Chao said a word, then turned around, and after a while, he got on the plane, and in the afternoon, Wang Chao and his party arrived in Tokyo.

As soon as he got off the airport, there were officials from the rì ontology committee to answer, after all, Wang Chao was an official and came in the name of martial arts exchanges, not to mention, he was the biggest sponsor of the martial arts conference, and he usually did not throw less money, as a god of wealth, the officials of the sports world also had to make a high-standard reception.

However, just as Wang Chao got off the plane and was received by sports officials, suddenly, several young people in judo costumes came over and handed Wang Chao an invitation to the ancient sè and ancient fragrance.

"We are members of the preaching hall, and Mr. Tsuyoda Jiazhi of the preaching hall heard that Mr. Wang Chao came to communicate, and he is deeply honored, and he specially invites you to go to the preaching hall to learn, and I hope not to postpone it!"

The young man who sent the invitation was fluent in Mandarin and did not need a translator at all.

"Since it's an invitation from the preaching hall. Then of course I will. Lead the way. ”

Wang Chao took the invitation, glanced at it, handed it to Huo Ling'er beside him, and then waved his hand to the young people who handed over the invitation.

Wang Chao knew that Rìben's dojo was the largest jiu-jitsu dojo. It is also a core of the rì moto martial arts.

Now when I got off the plane, I was invited, which was the first line of defense for myself.