Ugly country, button market.

An inconspicuous temple with round arches and sharp corners standing in the darkness. The oil lamps in the hall shine on the rose windows on the outer edges, making them look heavy and simple.

"Sir, the Marquis of Wu of Kyoto has come out of the mountain."

A young pastor hurried into the church and reported respectfully to the old man who closed his eyes and prayed above.

The old man was wearing a tutu robe and only had a holy book in front of him. He was extremely simple, like a monk.

He prayed for a moment before opening his eyes.

"Revel, what chapter has your divine descent book been read?"

The old ascetic practitioner did not ask about the "Dragon King", but asked the young pastor about his practice progress.

Revel was stunned and then suddenly realized.

With the great prophecy of Lord Saint, I am afraid that the itinerary of the "Dragon King" has long been predicted.

He thought of the "Classic of Gods" and said with a shame: "Sage, Chapter 5."

Revelle didn't know how good the grade was, but he just felt that it took him two years and had not finished reading a book, so he was probably a little stupid.

"You really exceeded my expectations when you read Chapter 5 so soon."

Who knew that the old ascetic man looked at him and nodded in praise.

"After reading Chapter 5, you go to the Holy Hall Library to receive the "Prophecy" and practice it simultaneously."

Revel was shocked. This was the holy scripture that Lord Saint was practicing!

Didn’t I say before that I need to read the seventh chapter of the “Sentence of Gods” before I can practice it yourself?

He opened his mouth and dared not ask.

The old man who practiced ascetic looked at the simple church, the forums and the charity, the desks were continuous, and the lamps and candles were buried. He looked up at the towering dome, solemn and solemn.

"Revel, you inform the military department to arrange a fighter plane and take me to the East China Sea tomorrow morning."

He withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

"Sir, Saint! You..."

Revel immediately looked up and looked at the simple and calm old man, "There are giant beasts and dragon kings there!"

The saint's strength is indeed extremely strong, but there are the rumored East China Sea monsters, and the world's number one strong man, Kyoto Dragon King!

This time, good fortune and misfortune are unpredictable.

The old man who was ascetic waved his hand and smiled and said, "Marquis Wu of Kyoto has not been out for ten years, which scared us to sit in the back of our doors. If we cannot take advantage of the opportunity of a giant beast, we will leave him in the East China Sea. How can we talk about our dream of dominating the world in the ugly country?"

Revelle's whole body trembled and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

When Lord Saint goes, a terrible hurricane wave will be set off in the world.

This is a war between the top strong men.

He responded softly and withdrew from the church respectfully. The only thing he could do was pray for the saints and read the two saints carefully.

Under the lamp, the old man who practices ascetic stands tall and grows up.

The solemn figure is reflected on the long wall of the temple and shakes slightly with the lights.

This is St. John.

...

At the same time, the empire never sets.

A black castle stands deep in the peaks outside Renton, like a huge beast living in the mountains.

In the fort, a maid in exposed clothes, carrying a drink, climbed up the stairs.

She soon arrived at a palace where a thin and pale man sat.

He waved his hand gently, and the bright red goblet on the tray immediately flew into his hand.

"Guru——"

He drank a glass with bright red lips, and then licked it with his tongue.

"Prince Lanluo, the Dragon King has come out of the mountain."

The maid holding the tray bent her knees and kneeled on the expensive Coman vase carpet.

The man sitting on the HALO sofa paused, looked at his dark blue eyes and asked, "When, where to go?"

"Just today, go to the East China Sea."

The maid buried her head and said respectfully.

She didn't dare to stare at Prince Lanluo, because the last maid who did this had been sucked dry and threw it under the cliff.

"Ten years...you're finally out!"

Prince Lanluo's eyes showed a look of fear and expectation, and he sighed softly.

"Everyone in the world says that you have broken through the extremes of the world and can finally see your true strength. If you haven't made any breakthrough... The East China Sea might be a good cemetery."

He picked up the remaining scarlet liquid.

Drink it all in one go.

The maid knelt respectfully and did not dare to speak, but the man on the sofa had no sound anymore.

After a long time, she raised a little bit of her eyes uneasy.

I realized that the man on the sofa had disappeared without a trace.

In the atmosphere above Renton City.

The thin Prince Lanluo seemed to turn into a black lightning and rushed to the east quickly.

Flying out of thin air, faster than fighter jets.

This is the top A-level master and Prince Lanluo, who ranks third in the world!

...

On the banks of the East China Sea, the country of Wei.

A huge figure poked out from the snow top of Mount Hussei, then raised the heads of eight dragon heads, and glanced at the foot of the mountain with bright red eyes.

"This is... Yamata Orochi?!"

The tourists climbing the mountain were startled, their eyes widened, and they were so scared that they were stunned.

"Oh my god, there's a monster! Run!"

The person next to him screamed, threw down his luggage, and ran wildly towards the road down the mountain.

For a moment, there were chaos.

The eight-headed monster pulled out its body from the snow, revealing its back covered with moss and trees, and its abdomen was ulcerated and dripped with blood.

Eight-colored clouds immediately rolled up on the top of the mountain, rolling and rushing with its eight tails.

Two bold and stranded tourists were shocked to find a figure sitting steadily on the back of the Yamata Orochi, between the moss and the trees.

The man wore a towering black hat, a white hunting suit, and a bat fan drawn by flowers and birds.

"It's Onmyoji! Could it be..."

The two of them looked at each other from afar, recognized each other's outfits, and suddenly remembered the contemporary myths in the country of Shin Kingdom.

The only A-level master in the country of Wei.

Onmyoji, Shinsen Abe.

The man on the monster slowly looked up, revealing his white and red face, looking towards the East China Sea.

His hand gently fiddled with it, revealing a crimson card, and a sentence appeared on it:

"The Marquis of Wu of Kyoto declared war, and the Dragon King came out of the mountain. I hope to gather the strongest people in the world to kill them!"

Abe Shinto, who had a red face, squeezed out a strange smile from the corner of his mouth, then pressed down on Yamari Orochi, flew out into the air, and approached the East China Sea.

One man and one beast, flying into the sky quickly.

Looking up on Mount Hussein.

Several middle-aged men quickly put down their backpacks, lay down on the mountain road, and knelt down devoutly.

Not for other things.

Just because this is the myth of the Kingdom of Shin Kingdom, the most powerful contemporary, the only A-level master, Abe Shinshen!

"No... the Yamata Orochi can actually fly? Could it be that it is also a terrifying existence at level A?!"

Many people suddenly thought.

But that man and beast had already hidden into the sky.

As soon as the Dragon King of Xia Kingdom appeared, it immediately affected the changes in the global situation. The ugly country, the empire that the sun never sets, and the Qing country... were all shocked.

A series of strong men rushed towards the East China Sea.

...

Under this treacherous situation, a special team finally arrived in the East China Sea.

"Huh, it's finally here!"

A man in a martial arts uniform jumped out of the helicopter, took a breath of fresh air, and said with a smile.

"I want to see what's special about the East China Sea monster in this boastful!"

He looked at the ruined city.

As he fell, several helicopters flew and circled, and soon more figures jumped off.

"You... welcome you!"

An excited middle-aged man walked out of the East China Sea combat command center, wearing a straight military uniform and his eyes were bright.

"Xia State, Henan Province, Li Mobai."

"Xia Kingdom, Qin Province, Tian Yidao."

"Xia Kingdom, Zhejiang Province, Ou Ruoxue."

...

The people who fell on the helicopter introduced themselves and walked towards the military commander.

These are fifty B-level strong men from the four holy places and nine aristocratic families who came to support them.

"Pakishan, Mabu Ali Monkey Sailai."

At this time, a black-haired foreigner spoke in unskilled Chinese.

This is actually a supporter from a distance from Pakistani country!

In a small country like them, the B-level players are probably a few top players.

However, they still came to support Xia Kingdom without reservation, which was a great kindness.

The military commander immediately saluted a military salute, facing more than 50 supporters, and said solemnly:

"On behalf of Su Province and Xia Guo, I sincerely thank you for your strong support! When one side is in trouble, all directions will come to help, and the country will remember it in mind!"

The strong men did not dare to be arrogant and nodded in return.

Immediately, he walked towards the command camp in a mighty manner, and the station commander told the latest battle situation and the subsequent battle arrangements.

...

Suzhou City, "Tianxia Renjian" Hotel.

The municipal full-level competition ended in the morning, and the students of Qiushui High School were full of complacent and had a full meal.

The trip finally came to an end.

Soon, a bus drove to the door.

"I'm backing. Students, line up and get on the bus in an orderly manner!"

Han Xiaoxing shouted under the car.

Su Bei pushed his suitcase, handed over the check-out procedures, and came to the car.

"Hey, Su Bei, why are you wearing a mask?"

Han Xiaoxing asked in surprise.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that Su Bei was wearing a layer of N95 mask on his face.

Su Bei looked around and whispered: "I'm afraid I'm too famous and recognized."

Han Xiaoxing: "???"

Everyone suddenly realized that it seemed that being famous also had the disadvantages of being famous. They thought that the captain was wise, so how many pairs should they prepare when they went back?

"North Su! Look, that's North Su!"

"Really? Which one? Let's take a look!"

At this time, several girls' screams came.

A group of students who checked out and returned from Shuhe High School walked out next to them, and they looked over with complicated eyes.

The teachers and students of Shuhe High School are in a difficult mood for both famous schools in Shuhe County.

On the one hand, they felt very disappointed. When they set out, they wanted to compete with Qiushui High School, but now they found that it was an unattainable existence.

On the other hand, Qiushui High School belongs to Shuhe County, which makes them proud. Facing other county and municipal high schools, they have the confidence to raise their heads and speak.

"Oh, sure enough, a person as handsome as me is like the lights in the dark, how could a small N95 be blocked?"

Su Bei shrugged helplessly, tightened his mask, and boarded the bus back.

Han Xiaoxing immediately raised his backbone, showed a handsome smile, and looked at the girls.

Unexpectedly, the young and beautiful girls across the street shrank back and left quickly.

"Is this... Han Xiaoxing?"

"Yes, it's so scary. I heard he's a fool!"
Chapter completed!