The Universiade will be contested three days later, while the Tokyo Film Festival will not be held in a week. As for the Super Warrior Competition, it will take about two weeks to wait, so Xuan Qi was very free during this period, accompanying Su Mingxue to shop on the streets of Tokyo, and it seemed like he was on vacation.

Liang Zimo did not have such good luck. He followed the coach to start a two-day training. On the one hand, he adapted to the customs of Tokyo, on the other hand, adjusted his mental state, and completed his physical fitness reserves.

Xiang also began to explode under pressure. The future star, who was determined to avenge his previous shame, seemed to have a flame trembling above his head. Under the guidance of Coach Sun and under the irrigation of Wangyoulu, the small universe belonging to Xiang is about to explode.

At the same busy Tokyo Airport, as several grand events approached, more and more people began to gather here. Oliver, carrying suitcases, whistled easily and walked out of the airport with a few strong men. His originally idle steps suddenly stopped, and Oliver felt the hairs on his body standing one by one.

"In Danger" four strong men around Oliver stood around him and were careful to keep an eye on him. Once there was a turmoil, they could cover Oliver's retreat or strangle the enemy.

In another corner of the airport, a group of monks with golden light were walking out of the hall with the help of their servants. As the breath was pulled, they also noticed the danger and vaguely set up a defensive formation, with the copper rings on their arms jingling.

"Have murderous aura" the copper-headed arhat's eyes wide open, and the gold powder on his body was scattered while walking, the two temples on his forehead were raised high, and the scalp on the top of his head flashed with gold.

"Where did the bald man come out?" Oliver didn't practice his mouth: "Don't think that if you sprinkle gold powder on your body, you can be incompatible with iron arms?"

"This guy is weird, especially the four strong men around him, who seem to have four soulless bodies." The copper-headed arhat was cautious, and the two sides confronted each other in such an extremely unfriendly manner.

"Interesting" In the coffee tea seat in the waiting hall, three elderly people were sitting. Bayan sipped the coffee in small sips, and his eyes turned little by little and said, "The monks from India are here too? Each of them has no weak combat power."

Banzaji has rejuvenated, but there are still layers of wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes. The large prayer drum is frosted in his palm and said, "They must be coming to cause trouble for Xuan Qi." He said, looking at Oliver: "What are those ghost guys? So strong."

"These ghost guys are not simple." Xuan Qing and his team have been walking in the world for many years, and their observations have been much more meticulous. They narrowed their eyes slightly at the four strong men around Oliver: "They have ancient and beastly bloodlines on their bodies, and they are probably werewolves in Western legends."

Hearing Xuan Qinghe say this, the other two narrowed their eyes slightly, waiting to see this good show. On one side were the most powerful monk in India, and on the other side were the Russians with ancient blood. If the two sides fought, it would be like Mars hitting the earth.

It is precisely because both sides are evenly matched and have concerns with each other, but they will not fight. Before everyone takes action, they will measure whether they will be profitable by the fisherman. Therefore, both sides look at each other coldly, trying to scare the other party away through competition, but instead do not take action blindly.

Just when both sides stared at each other and did not dare to act rashly, a third party that broke the balance emerged and another group of people came out of the airport hall. They were all blonde and blue-eyed, strong men in brown military uniforms, and signs of star and striped flags on their chests. They stood there with a spirit of being arrogant, arrogant and arrogant. This is a super-powered warrior from the United States.

With the intervention of the third party, the delicate balance was broken. The two sides, who were originally evenly matched, had to take into account the sudden emergence of the third party. Will they be the other party's helpers?

Feeling the murderous aura in the waiting hall, the originally lazy American super-powered warriors were also alert. They took out their armor from their backpacks and completed a big transformation in an instant. Their combat power soared for a moment, and instead changed from the weakest link to the strongest side.

Xuan Qinghe looked at everything silently, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but sigh: "There are too many ghosts and monsters in the entire island country, and there will be signs of a major disaster before the chaos."

Bayan knew Xuan Qing and was proficient in divination. When he heard his long beard and sigh, he couldn't help but ask: "What can the chaos be? Is there a disaster of killing coming?"

The monks' life was bumpy, just like long swords with cold light. They needed to constantly polish the sharpness of the sword while they were sharpening. Only in this way could they become cold and shining. Now this situation made Bayan and Banzaji nervous. On the one hand, they had some skills itchy and learned to go down the mountain and wanted to kill all over the island country. On the other hand, they were a little worried, fearing that their skills were not as good as those of others were eliminated by soldiers, so they all looked at Xuan Qinghe.

Xuanqing and naturally understood what the two old friends were asking. Although practitioners put life and death aside, there are a few people who can really see life and death. Putting life and death aside on weekdays is just a way to compete ruthlessly. When the truth comes, they will also look back and forth. If they don’t force anyone to die.

Xuan Qinghe used divination techniques and looked at the two old friends for a while before saying, "They are all rich and noble destiny, and they will have at least a hundred years to live. However, their later years are more miserable and they may become possessed by the devil."

The three of them were detached from the outside and drank coffee, and they seemed to be really a tourist. The three parties outside looked at each other and did not dare to act rashly, for fear that they would take action themselves and cause attacks on the other two sides. After a while, the three parties were very bored and then dispersed in shame.

"It's boring, it's boring." After the dead tree came to spring, Banzaji's face still had wrinkles. When he looked at it, he found that he was just a young man. In fact, the blood and blood around Banzaji's body began to revive, and he became younger and his mind began to be young, and even the anger in his heart continued to rise and burn.

"Hold on it first, I guess it won't be a hit in a long time." Bayan was optimistic, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I treat the entire island country as a training ground."

Xuanqing and his heart opened their mouths, but in the end they said nothing. They raised their heads slightly and looked towards Mount Fuji. There were blooming cherry blossoms and the island country gate with a deep connection with China. Xuanqing and his heart became uneasy again. If those great monks who could cut off their destiny took action, then this time it would be a disaster.

On Mount Fuji where cherry blossoms bloom, the sound of the zither roared, faintly exuding a killing aura. As the fingers fluctuated rapidly, there were sound waves in the air. There were twelve black strings on the black-colored guzheng all over. As the fingers kept plucking, the air was gradually cold and murderous intent.

There is a Fangping Lake on the top of the mountain. The water of the Ping Lake is green and deep, as if it is a dazzling emerald. The shore of the lake is full of cherry trees, with pink cherry blossoms blooming on it. It is the season when the leaves are falling again. After the pink cherry blossoms bloom, they fall colorfully like falling snow. They fly in the air with the cold sound of the zither.

A strong wind blowing from nowhere brought the cherry blossoms on the lake to fly, sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west, ups and downs, with a different kind of sad beauty.

There is an octagonal pavilion by the lake. In the pavilion is a beauty about 28 years old, with black black hair, two foals of autumn water pupils full of cold murderous intent, ten fingers are fiddling with twelve black strings. There are thin lips on her cold face. Suddenly, her lips are closed, revealing her snow-white teeth. Her fingers are exerting force, with resentment and unwillingness.

There were four consecutive roars of bounce, and a series of sounds trembled in the sky. The petals that were originally rolling on the lake surface exploded, turning into flower mud and rolling into the lake water.

"Kamiko, what's wrong with you?" There was a man in a kimono in the cherry blossom forest, with two knives inserted between his waist, one big and one small. He also carried a large wooden umbrella on his back, and his black black hair was tied with a hairband, and he was casually thrown behind his head. His broad blue pants and spotless white robe were paired with an indescribable handsome sunshine. When he walked, his body was naturally all over his body, with a different kind of relaxed and freehand painting, and the Tao followed nature.

"Yelang Maru, don't you think that Tuyou is despising us? Why can those wine bags represent the island country to attend the Super Warrior Conference, and we can only stay here to guard Jinghu?" Kamiko said as she twirled the zither strings again, and a harsh magic sound rose, scraping her eardrums like a steel knife.

"It is precisely because we are strong that we have to stay here." Heilangmaru said as he reached out to stroke the long knife on his waist, looked at the green lake and said, "Sir, you are about to be born. We must protect this place and wait for him to wake up."

"You actually believe in the legend of Lord Black Dragon?" Kamiko's eyes were disdainful: "That was just a bad excuse for those war dealers to fool the people after the defeat."

"No, no, no," Yelangmaru said as he pulled out the long knife around his waist. He held the knife in both hands and made a forward slash. The sharp blade whistled out a shiny light like a crescent moon, and the sword energy slashed on the green lake water. Heroramaru said in an almost pious voice: "I can feel that the lord is sleeping deep in the lake..."

"A coward who deceives oneself" Kamiko said, picked up the twelve-stringed black zheng and said with disgust: "If you want to stay here and wait, just stay here, I'm leaving..."

Looking at Kamiko's slim back, Kuroromaru slowly returned to the sheath and said to Kamiko's back: "As sooner or later, you will see the sleeping Lord Heilong wake up..."

Kamiko's mouth was full of disdain, and her arms tightened tighter, so she couldn't help but feel tighter. Such jokes were suitable for cheating children. Why should adults live in the fairy tale world?
Chapter completed!