Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

　　　　 Mr. Cai followed closely behind him, squeezed his fist in front of the camera before leaving, and said with a serious face: "This time, the Buddhist monk will make the world admire..."

　　 The reporters were silent, deeply moved.

　　 is right now. Then I heard a shout like thunder in front of the airport.

　　 "All the people from Hunyuan Xingyimen come with me!"

　　 While screaming, there was a slightly fat middle-aged and old man in Tai Chi clothes. He walked in with the hair that seemed sparse because of the hard work of the practice, and his face was full of majesty.

　　 Behind him, a dozen disciples walked in like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 A banner unfolded, and step by step followed behind the head.

　　——'Hunyuan Xingyi Taijimen' was invited to go abroad for the first time. I wish the horse every success.

　　 The entire airport, all passengers are petrified.

　　 The reporter also looked at this group of majestic people dumbfounded, and walked low-key in front of him.

　　 hiss——

　　 A middle-aged man pushed his eyes and murmured:

"Oh my God……"

　　 Next to his wife whispered: "This is the legendary Master Ma?"

　　 The man took a deep breath again: "The scalp is numb. He, he... how did he hold back his laugh?"

　　 The two are talking.

　　 There was another noise.

　　 But I saw, a big beard weighing two hundred catties came in carrying a three-meter long knife. Behind him were more than one hundred disciples wearing black practice clothes.

　　 also raised a banner behind him.

　　 "Qingcheng will go to war, but no grass will give birth. Iron fists are everywhere, and spirit swords will promote martial arts!"

　　 The team of one hundred people is quite deterrent, and none of the passengers at the airport dared to speak loudly.

　　 And the head of Qingcheng didn't smile enough, only smiled when passing by the reporter. Handed over a business card.

　　 followed.

　　 Two lion dances jumped into the airport jubilantly with the sound of beating gongs and drums.

　　 Then an old man wearing a white vest and black pants walked in with a steel ring on his wrist.

　　 followed by a large group of young people in uniform wearing white vests and black trousers.

　　 Many people were secretly surprised that this organization was low-key enough and did not pull a banner. It seemed that it had brought out the real strong. I don't know which school it is.

　　The old man headed by watching the first few banners enter the arena, there are many reporters in front, and said in his heart: It's sloppy, I didn't prepare a banner, and now I missed the opportunity to show up...

　　 But... I still have cards!

　　 Turning around, the old man whispered: "Slogan..."

　　 "Yes, Master Huang!"

　　 Behind him, the big disciple turned around and made a gesture: "Listen to my password. Prepare..."

　　 Dozens of disciples suddenly shouted hoarsely:

　　 "The official descendant of Hong Xi is here. Practicing Hongquan horizontally, punching Foshan, and stepping on the West."

　　 "The official descendant of Hong Xi is here. Practicing Hongquan horizontally, punching Foshan, and stepping on the West."

　　 "……"

　　 On this day, the airport is very lively.

　　 Countless low-key to familiar martial arts, martial arts, followed one after another. One is more exaggerated, and one is more high-profile.

　　 Crazy reports on TV, reporters scrambling for interviews.

　　 In the waiting hall inside the airport, you can see a group of monks sitting in KFC on the left. On the right is a group of Taoist priests sitting at McDonald's. There were a few warriors in Tai Chi clothes crowded in the middle. Those who come and go in WC are all elders and nobles of the Emei and Kongtong sects.

　　 You don’t know, but I thought I came to the scene of Kunlun Jue.

　　You thought you came to the backstage dressing room of the Huashan On Sword show...

　　 "Farce."

　　 An uncle of the security guard at the airport sighed and sighed as he looked at the scene of the dancing demons:

　　 "If they really went to Recovery Island, they would still play like this... Hey, what a prestige of our country? They want to make foreigners laugh to death in the ring."

　　 Harm, Master Wu Lin.

　　 What kind of martial arts master martial arts school. There are no martial arts schools now, and now they are all called tourist attractions. How can there be a master of martial arts, now called intangible cultural heritage.

　　 You asked me if Master Wu Lin can fight?

　　 Young man, then I have to reason with you. We martial artists practice a kind of philosophical thinking... Have you enlightened it?

　　 You have ever heard of the name, they are all rushing to make money. Who is practicing martial arts these years?

　　The martial arts practitioners are all in the corners of the mountains, trying to survive or improve. Who has the time to run out to make public.

　　At this time, a young man dressed in casual clothes with a smile on his mouth walked up to the uncle security guard and muttered to himself as if he was answering his words:

　　 "It's not that it won't, haha, it won't be. Anyone who can't get to Recovery Island, don't insult Recovery Island. Once the plane landed, if you dare to be so crazy, it is estimated that your life will be gone..."

　　 Security uncle frowned:

　　 "Young man, you...what do you mean?"

"It's meaningless, haha, lively. Tens of millions of people are crowded in Hawaii waiting for the ship? I don't believe that the Recovery Group does not give a quota? In order to get on the ship, more people kill them than they think. In this world. There were not many people who licked blood, but they all let the Recovery Group swept it all out. Interesting, interesting.”

　　 Talking, the young man lifted his shirt.

　　 The security guard's pupils shrank, and he saw the hilts of two round-moon scimitars stuck in his waist. The security guard is a discerning person, and those people from Shaolin and Emei hold iron plates and look good.

　　 This full moon scimitar is different from theirs.

　　 The spine of the blade is as thick as a finger, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wings. There are a lot of rust on the surface of the knife, and some brown spots. This... This is a real steel knife that has seen blood.

　　 The young man licked his mouth with excitement: "I am born with this big hobby. Seeing so many people participating, I finally have the opportunity to realize my dream~www.wuxiaspot.com~ interesting, interesting.:

　　 "What are your hobbies?"

　　 "I love to kill."

　　 An Bao was surprised and covered the swinging stick in his back:

　　 "What? What did you say?"

　　The youth smiled and looked at him: "I said, I love killing. I love killing men and women. I love children and old people. I love to kill people who practice martial arts, and I also love to kill ordinary people."

"you you……"

　　 Anbao looked at those smiles, but they were suddenly full of evil intentions, and there were eyes with a sense of horror, and he took two steps back in horror. Slowly stretched out his hand to touch his walkie-talkie.

　　 slowly turned on the intercom, before he had time to say anything.

　　 "Hahahahaha!"

　　 saw the youth laugh: "Just kidding. I'm kidding, it scares you."

　　 ‘huh----’

　　 Anbao breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile: "You, you can really make a joke."

　　 "Hehehe, yes. I like to joke."

　　 As he said, the youth left and walked towards the checkpoint at the boarding gate. Put the ID card on the instrument.

　　‘Drip——’

　　 The staff frowned and looked at the ID card, and then looked at the young man carefully for a while: "Is it myself?"

　　 The young man smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were drawn slowly: "Yes."

　　 "If you don't have an ID card, you can go to another special channel to take the flight. There is a plane that is contracted by the special recovery group to provide you with a fake ID card."

　　 The corners of the young man’s mouth have a more rounded curve: "Little sister, can you take a closer look at yourself?"

　　 The staff looked carefully for a moment: "Oh, this time it looks like...name."

　　 "Tang Yin."

　　 "Go in."

　　 "……"