"Lord Iga! You want to avenge our family master!"
In a quiet room, the faint agarwood was burning, and several Fusang men in their forties, wearing plain clothes, were crying miserably.
They are the descendants of Beichen An and the heirs of the contemporary Beichen family.
Seven days have passed since Duan Zhen visited the dojo and killed Beichen An with one palm.
During these seven days, Duan Zhen sat at the Duan Family Fusang headquarters and never took action again.
At that time in the dojo, he only killed one person from Beichen An, and the other nearly a thousand Fuso youths present were only injured.
So the most miserable among them is the Beichen family.
"Everyone from the Beichen family, please get up first."
Iga Gen is dressed as an onmyoji, wearing a tall, pointed hat, and his aura is as vague as illusion, and he really looks like a great priest who communicates yin and yang.
He looked at the people kneeling on the ground crying, sighed in his heart, and said:
"Forgive me for my inability to do so."
The people on the ground knelt down deeper when they heard this, their heads kept hitting the ground violently, and their voices became more miserable and sad.
"Lord Iga! We beg you, please avenge us! No matter what the cost!"
Iga Yuan stood tall and helped several people up.
He looked at one of the men who was crying the most miserably and said slowly:
"Brother Beichenyan, my condolences."
"Lord Iga!"
Bei Chenyan's eyes were red from crying. He was the eldest son of Bei Chen'an. After learning that his father was killed in the dojo, he vomited blood and became dizzy on the spot.
After waking up, he and his family rushed to the scene to collect Beichen'an's body, and then began to ask for help from each family for revenge.
In the past few days, he visited the Shiba family, the Miyagi family, the Funakoshi family and other aristocratic families that he had good relations with in the past.
But none of these families were willing to help.
At first, there were a few people who were willing to meet them, but later, all the martial arts families seemed to have received some news, and they refused to even meet.
They eventually found Iga Gen, Fuso's current leader in the martial arts world.
This time I was willing to meet him, but I didn't expect that the other party would refuse helplessly as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Lord Iga, my father had an old relationship with you during his lifetime and had a very close friendship. Please be sure to avenge him!"
Bei Chenyan slumped on the ground, a man who was almost fifty years old, his face turned pale and weak from crying.
He also had a white scarf tied on his head, and he was dressed in plain clothes, exuding an extremely sad mood.
Igahara poured tea leaves for several people and made a pot of hot tea.
A trace of pain flashed in front of his eyes, and he said: "I said at that time that if Duan Zhen comes, just let him go. Brother Beichen... Hey! Why do you want to take risks alone!"
As he spoke, Igayuan looked at Beichen's servants who were still kneeling outside the hall. What they held in their hands was the photo of Beichen Nunnery.
Today happens to be the seventh day after Beichen'an died.
"You...go back."
Igamoto stared at Beichen'an's photo for a long time, then closed his eyes tightly and finally said these words.
"Lord Iga!"
"Please! As long as you avenge our family head, our Beichen family will only obey you from now on!"
"grown ups!"
Bei Chenyan and his group immediately knelt on the ground again, kowtowing continuously.
Bright red blood flowed from his eyebrows, and the ground rumbled.
But Iga Yuan didn't react anymore. He closed his eyes as if he was in trance.
Kitatsuhiko and the others knelt for several hours, while Igamoto sat quietly for several hours.
The air was frozen to the point of death, and Iga Yuan seemed determined and never spoke again.
In the end, Bei Chenyan and his party finally left sadly.
"I'm sorry, Brother Beichen. One Wang Chao has already made it difficult for us in the Fuso martial arts world to compete. If we continue to fight against the Duan family, the fate of our country, Yamato, may not be guaranteed."
After Kitatsuhiko and his party left, Igahara suddenly stood up.
He held an invitation in his hand, which contained a document exchange letter from the Nanyang country.
Nanyang Tangmen Martial Arts Exchange Team, leader, Wang Chao.
"God may not bless me Fusang..."
Igayuan never expected that just seven days after Duan Zhen arrived, Wang Chao would also come.
Of these two people, one is overwhelming with his overwhelming force, and the other is the best in the world in kung fu.
Fuso's martial arts luck reached its lowest point at this moment.
He stood in front of the quiet room, looking at the huge word "forbearance" in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.
….
"Wang Chao is coming?"
Duan Zhenzhen was walking leisurely in Nagoya, ready to experience the long-awaited Cowherd culture, when he saw the news coming from the person who had been paying attention to Wang Chao's current situation.
He looked at the communication post above and felt a little unsure.
Logically speaking, this time is not the time for Wang Chao to officially visit Fuso.
"Nanyang Tangmen? Has the time advanced..."
Duan Zhen was thinking about it in his mind, seeming to be thinking about the next step.
He remembered that Wang Chao's visit to Fuso was between the last year and two years before the start of the martial arts conference.
That means it will take another two years to be implemented.
At this stage, Wang Chao was still integrating Chinese martial arts circles at home and abroad in Nanyang, and fighting with GOD leaders.
Only after the forces such as Hongmen and Daquan Gang are integrated will they come to Fusang for exchanges in the name of China.
"Master, they will arrive tomorrow. There are only a dozen people on the list."
Duan Shiyi spoke from the side. He was now wearing a soft and elegant Hanfu, with a long sword tied to his waist.
He is not too old, just a few years older than Duan Zhen. With his cold face, many Fuso girls turn around and stop when he walks on the road.
Some people even came up and asked for his phone number.
"I didn't expect you to be quite handsome? You're even more handsome than me!"
Duan Zhen looked at Duan Shiyi coldly and charmingly rejecting another girl's approach, and spoke teasingly.
Duan Shiyi is the person who has been by his side for the six years since he came to the world of dragons and snakes.
After six years of being together day and night, the two have become like brothers.
It's just that Duan Shiyi usually acts as a subordinate and servant and rarely makes jokes with Duan Zhen.
"Master, don't you want to experience the Cowherd culture?"
Duan Shiyi was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect to have such a big return rate in Fuso.
I don’t know if it’s the clothes that look good or the person who is handsome.
"Hahaha, let's go, let's go, I've wanted to see it for a long time."
Duan Zhen laughed loudly, put his arm around Duan Shiyi's shoulders, and walked towards the famous Cowherd's shop not far away.
…
On a private plane flying to Fuso, Wang Chao sat upright in his seat, holding a fetal fist gesture in his hand.
His heart beat slowly with this gesture, changing from extremely intense to extremely weak.
Like a car traveling on a speeding road, it suddenly accelerates to the limit and then suddenly decelerates.
Between cycles, the energy and blood surged to an extremely violent level.
And all these changes were very subtle, almost silent.
Even Huo Ling'er and Tan Wendong, who were sitting next to him, couldn't hear a sound.
This is an extremely scary situation.
How terrifying can it be for a martial arts master’s heart to beat violently?
For Duan Zhen alone, when he exploded with the power of dreaming into the gods, the giant python swallowing pill, and the great toad power of Waigang during the transformation of energy, his heartbeat was like a reservoir that had opened its gates, roaring and exploding.
Not to mention a master above the alchemy level.
During the outbreak, it is normal for the heart to beat like a drum.
And similarly, for a master of martial arts at this level, how powerful are his five senses?
Not to mention sitting next to each other, even though they were dozens of meters apart, they could hear the subtle blood flow on each other's bodies and see the opening and closing of pores as they breathed.
But the changes in Wang Chao's heartbeat, whether intense or weak, were difficult for others to detect.
It was as if Wang Chao had gathered all his mind at this moment, and the aura in his body was isolated from the outside world, forming a small inner world.
Heart Seal Mother Fist, Heaven-shaking Seal.
This is the effect of Wang Chao practicing his boxing skills quietly on the plane.
His martial arts has reached the level of breaking the void and seeing the gods as indestructible.
After practicing martial arts for six years, he became number one in the world.
"Master, I heard that Duan Zhen went to Fusang seven days ago and killed Beichen'an, the head of the Beichen family."
Huo Ling'er looked at Wang Chao and spoke softly.
"Oh? I know Beichen'an. I heard that he is about to break through the alchemy path. He draws a sword with one hand and cuts it to a superb level. It takes some tricks to solve the ordinary alchemy path when he is unexpectedly unprepared. It seems that Duan Zhen has not done anything in the past few years. Stop."
Upon hearing this, Wang Chao slowly opened his eyes.
When he closed his eyes, the world stood still, and everything was silent, as if he had fallen into eternal night.
And as soon as he opened his eyes, it was as if a living being resurrected to run the universe. When he opened his eyes, it was day, and the candle illuminated the world.
Although his words were soft, they contained a round and boundless heart.
It was as if the sun, moon, and stars in the entire universe were rotating around his gravity.
Boundless, majestic, majestic, and round.
Even Huo Ling'er and Tan Wendong, who had reached the level of energy at this moment, felt depressed and obscure for an instant, as if they were facing the vast universe alone.
Fortunately, this breath only passed by briefly, and he soon returned to normal.
"Master, you, an old classmate, are not simple."
Huo Ling'er blinked, her eyes showing her undisguised fascination with Wang Chao.
She has been practicing martial arts under Wang Chao for a few years and has achieved great success. Her martial arts progress is very fast, and Wang Chao's patient guidance is indispensable.
And the more she came into contact with Wang Chao, the more she felt that no man in the world could compare to Wang Chao.
That kind of temperament and fighting spirit far surpassed anyone she had ever seen.
Gradually, she looked at Wang Chao longingly, and even forgot what she wanted to say later.
"Ling'er? What's wrong with you?"
Wang Chao looked at his apprentice in confusion, with an inexplicable meaning flashing across his face.
He also knew Huo Ling'er's feelings for him, but his heart was only for Tang Zichen.
"Ah! Master! I'm fine!"
Huo Ling'er suddenly blushed when Wang Chao stared at her like this. She waited for a long time before continuing to speak:
"I heard from Zhao Guangrong that this Duan Zhen can wield a sword!"
"Stewardship?"
"Yes, yes! There is also the old man Liu Sarutobi of the Daquan Gang, and the elders of the Hong Sect and the Tang Sect. Didn't they go to China together a year ago to attend the Laoshizi Martial Arts Exchange Conference! At that time We are ready to go too!”
Wang Chao listened to Huo Ling'er's words and recalled what happened a year ago.
At that time, the three masters and apprentices were also preparing to attend the martial arts exchange meeting initiated by Duan Zhen, but later the informant received news about Tang Zichen, and he immediately left China and went to Nanyang.
"The security of that martial arts exchange was too tight. We couldn't find any news. We only heard that these people who came back began to retreat one by one, as if they were meditating on something."
Huo Ling'er spoke mysteriously, telling the story of the martial arts exchange meeting.
"I don't believe it! If such a thing is true, why can't those people defeat the master? Why don't they take out the flying sword and let the sword shine for thousands of miles?"
Tan Wendong, who had been sitting silently, suddenly spoke. He had heard of this rumor, but he obviously didn't believe it.
"You're going to die! Don't interrupt!"
Huo Linger glanced at Tan Wendong and continued:
"Moreover, Duan Zhen killed Beichen'an this time, and there were almost a thousand young Fusang warriors present at the same time. From the information I collected, almost everyone said they saw Duan Zhen standing in the air, surrounded by evil winds and evil spirits. He is ten feet tall and looks like a demon. Every move he makes can lift up hundreds or even thousands of kilograms of gravel!"
"Standing in the air, surrounded by demonic wind, ten feet tall..."
Wang Chao was listening with interest, but when he heard this, he shook his head and flicked Huo Ling'er's smooth and white forehead:
"Ling'er, read less novels! You stayed up late again last night."
"Master! Hit me!"
Huo Ling'er rubbed her forehead in pain and was about to say more when she saw the plane slowing down and taxiing.
While the group was chatting, they finally arrived at Fuso's land.
"Duan Zhen..."
Wang Chao was the first to walk out of the airport. He looked at the vast and distant sky in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.
