Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

Tokugawa Hideyoshi and Akita Izawa opened the door carefully, and were stunned when they saw Wang Luo put away the knife. The reason was that the newly renovated dojo was already dilapidated, and there were deep knife marks everywhere on the walls and floor.

"Team leader, the time has come." Tokugawa Hideyoshi swallowed, suppressed the panic in his heart, and said respectfully.

"Let's go!" Wang Luo hung the Yaodao Village Zheng on his waist, and then strode out of the gymnasium. The two women behind him and his adoptive daughter sent him out of the gate with their eyes.

The members of the Gokudo group stood outside the door, densely packed, thousands of people, all wearing black suits, and only a few high-level people such as Udo Juhei could stand in the forefront.

Even with the arrogance of the Udo Ten Soldiers, he had to feel admiration for Wang Luo. You must know that Kimura Mietou suppressed the Eastern Japanese Budo for more than ten years. He was known as the number one master of the Eastern Japanese. Not everyone has the courage to draw a sword in front of the opponent of.

"Congratulations to the team leader, Martial Arts Prosperity!" The members of the Jidao team roared loudly, and then bowed at ninety degrees, the scene was extremely shocking.

Wang Luo nodded in satisfaction, and then ordered: "Let's get everyone out, there's no need for so many people to go, and it's not a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair."

"Team leader, the members of the Martial Arts Association are all concentrated in a shrine in the suburbs. There are more than 1000 people. If we bring fewer people, we may suffer." Akita Izawa said cautiously.

"Hehe, you underestimate Kimura Mietou, he won't do this, and these guys from the Martial Arts Association don't have the courage. , They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs." Wang Luo patted Akita Izawa on the shoulder and said.

Yutang Shibingwei has been taciturn since Wang Luo presided over the work of the Jidao Group General Assembly, and now he couldn't help persuading him: "Let's bring some people, there is no guarantee that the resurrection organization will not fish in troubled waters."

"No need, just arrange a driver. If you guys are worried, just wait under the shrine." Wang Luo said slowly, what he had to do was not just to compete with Kimura Mietang, but Completely defeated the will of the entire Eastern Japanese Martial Arts and plundered its luck.

Seeing Wang Luo's firm attitude, the others reluctantly followed suit.

When they got under the shrine, there were more than [-] members of the black dragon group alone, and nearly a thousand members of other groups, almost covering the entire shrine.

The entire shrine is covered with pure white soul-calling banners, extending almost from the foot of the mountain to the main hall of the shrine, looking like a white corridor from a distance.

Shinpei Xingji has a high reputation in the Eastern Japanese martial arts world, and he decided to duel at his funeral, which may mean paying homage to him with blood.

Almost everyone with a reputation in the Eastern Japanese martial arts world came, wearing neat martial arts uniforms with white chrysanthemums pinned to their chests.

Each of them had a samurai sword hanging from their waists, and they sat neatly outside the main hall, leaving only one passage.

The people in the main hall are Shinpei Koji's personal disciples, as well as close friends, most of them are sword masters.

The priests in purple and black cassocks were beating the yin and yang drums in their hands, and were humming a spiritual song around Shinpei Koji's coffin.

The whole ceremony was very solemn, but the atmosphere was full of depression like a volcano about to erupt.

At this time, a disciple of the Martial Arts Association ran in and said loudly: "It's not good, Shangquan Feicun is here!"

boom!In an instant, a terrifying momentum erupted, and the condensation of resentment made the temperature in the entire hall seem to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

A Martial Daoist stood up and asked loudly, "How many people are here, and is there any conflict?"

The disciple who was intimidated by the momentum knelt down limply on the ground and stammered, "Here we come... There is only one person here, and there is only one person from Shangquan Feicun."

"What? He dared to come alone. Does he look down on the Martial Arts Association?"

"It's simply too arrogant, how dare this guy do this, isn't he afraid of death?"

"Damn guy, I thought he had those rubbish protections to protect him, but now he sent it to his door, I must kill him!"

"kill him!"……

The whole hall was in chaos, there was everything to say, amidst the din, Mucun Mietang suddenly spoke.

"Enough! Do you guys still have the bearing of a martial artist? It's a fair duel. What's the difference between you and those bastards?
Shangquan Feicun dares to face the challenge alone, and he is worthy of the man of the ancient sword master!Shut up all of you now and invite someone in for me! "

Kimura Mietang has extraordinary influence, no one dared not listen to his words, and the whole hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at each other, and the Martial Daoist who stood up at the beginning sat down helplessly, shook his head, and said, "Just listen to Kimura Sword Master! We must not let outsiders see the joke."

At this time, Wang Luo walked on the steps with a blank face, surrounded by disciples of the Martial Arts Association who drew their swords and were full of hatred. He seemed to have never seen it at all. His steps were very light, and he quickly reached the outside of the main hall. .

When he just stepped into the hall, he was met with a terrifying aura, like a huge wave.

None of these Martial Daoists are weak. After gathering their aura together, they can almost interfere with reality, which is extremely terrifying.

They wanted to use this method to put psychological pressure on Wang Luo, but they didn't expect that Wang Luo didn't care at all.

Wang Luo's eyes first fell on Kimura Mietang, who was sitting at the front seat. He was slightly disappointed by this boasted miraculous sword master of the East.

Perhaps it was because the secret martial arts were suppressed by the will of the world, the aura around Kimura Mietang was not round, and the inner strength of his dantian was not completely restrained. In this state, he would definitely not be Wang Luo's opponent.

"Kimura Mietang Sword Master, I don't think you are ready yet? Do I need to give you a little more time?" Wang Luo said lightly.

"Arrogance!" This was the feeling that arose in the hearts of the martial arts masters present at the same time, and they all looked at Wang Luo with mocking eyes.

Of course, these people also have to admire them. They are in a different place. Faced with this situation, I am afraid that I will not even be able to stand firmly.

Kimura Mietou took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and said: "That's right, the dantian's strength is still one step away, but the sword that represents the Eastern Japanese martial arts will not lose!

I know that the whole matter may not be your intention, but I have to do it because of the kindness of my teacher.

I assure you, if you die by my knife, I will protect your wife and daughter, and I will not spare people like Fujita Takeshi. "