It is late autumn, and the cold winter has enveloped the northern hemisphere.
The whistling cold wind blows at Mount Fuji, bringing waves of chill.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the darkness covered the sky and sun, as if there was a backlog above our heads.
Dark clouds are threatening to destroy the city!
At this moment, the hundreds of masters on the mountain were as cold as the surrounding environment and the dark clouds in the sky, and their hearts were extremely solemn!
Especially Yagyu Matan, as if he was being targeted by a savage beast, a huge pressure swept through his body, making him tremble all over and feel worried.
"Your Excellency, today is the competition between China's number one master, Ying Yue, and Japan's number one, Miyamoto Mito!"
Although he was frightened in his heart, Yagyu Madan was still the head of the Yagyu family and a powerful man at the peak of the master level, so he was not that unbearable.
He suppressed the fear in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Although your Excellency is powerful, you are so arrogant and unreasonable, and we, the Japanese martial arts community and the Chinese martial arts community, will not allow it!"
Why is this bastard dragging us along so easily?
More than 20 Chinese masters cursed in their hearts, it's obviously your Japanese business, okay, you bastards!
"Haha, Yagyu Matan, it seems that the four of you invited me to compete three days ago. For this, I also promised to pay 1,000 thousand-year-old ginseng king. Have you forgotten?"
Ying Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at him teasingly.
"What did you say?"
Yagyu Madan was shocked and asked: "Could it be that you are?"
"Haha, you guessed it right!"
Ying Yue smiled faintly and said: "I'm going up first. I hope to see 1,000 thousand-year-old ginseng kings when I come down later. Otherwise, you know the consequences!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Yue stepped away from the crowd and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. With each step he took, his figure changed.
His body grew taller and taller, and his face kept changing. By the time he completely passed through the crowd, his whole person had undergone earth-shaking changes.
He is 1.8 meters tall, with a flawless body, built entirely in accordance with golden proportions, and a handsome appearance comparable to that of the Sun God.
"Win...win Yue!"
"It's really him!"
"He is Ying Yue. He is not as famous as the first sight. He truly deserves the reputation of being the number one master in Pojun Ranking!"
"The strength is too terrifying. Killing the Grandmaster is just for fun..."
Seeing this scene, Yagyu Matan, Miyamoto Emon and others all changed their expressions, with shock and anger on their faces.
He was shocked that Ying Yue's strength was really terrifying. He could kill the master with just a few clicks, just like slaughtering a pig or a dog.
The angry one was that Yingyue came to the competition, disguised himself as another person, and killed Tsukahara Jusanro and Tsukahara Haruto for no reason.
It’s so deceiving!
"The two brothers, the head of the Tsukahara family, died so unjustly!"
Yagyu Madan felt sad in his heart, while Miyamoto Emon's expression was not much better. After witnessing Ying Yue's terrifying strength, his heart suddenly lifted.
My daughter, can you really defeat this demon-like figure in front of you?
In this way, under the eyes of hundreds of masters, Ying Yue walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. His steps were very slow, as if he was strolling in a garden.
But when he took a step forward, he appeared more than ten meters away.
In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared at the top of the mountain.
The top of the mountain is covered with snow, and it is completely white, like a fairy tale world. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the rolling sea of clouds as far as the eye can see.
What a sight!
Ying Yue secretly admired, and then swept across the entire mountain top, looking for his opponent this time, Miyamoto Mito, who was regarded as the number one master by the Japanese.
However, when he saw her, Ying Yue was surprised.
There is no imaginary female swordsman standing with a sword, no imaginary chilling atmosphere, and no imaginary tense situation.
Ying Yue saw a stunning beauty dressed in white, sitting quietly in the snow, building a snowman.
The general outline of the snowman has been piled up. If you add a nose, put on a hat, and get two branches as hands.
The snowman is completely transformed.
"Nose, nose..."
There is a pure and peaceful smile on the beauty's face, which is joy from the heart, as pure as a baby's silly smile.
"Is there anyone in this world with a mind as simple as a baby?"
Ying Yue stared in place, secretly surprised in his heart. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Other expressions can be faked, but eyes can hardly deceive others.
Especially in front of him, who has a pair of experts who can see through people's hearts, it is impossible to deceive and force a smile.
Ying Yue watched quietly without disturbing him. The scene in front of him was so touching that he couldn't think of destroying it.
The snowman is finally finished!
"It's finally okay, gurgle!"
Miyamoto Mito clapped her red hands and smiled happily. Her face was a little red under the cold wind.
It looks very tempting.
"Let me give you a name, Shanshanfang Maru. Well, you can call it Shanshanfang Maru, okay?"
Miyamoto Mito blinked his big black eyes, chuckled, then stretched out his finger and wrote the words "Shantop Maru" on the back of the snowman, and the smile on his little face became even happier.
"Pfft——"
It's just that when Yingyue heard the name Shantou Maru, he couldn't help laughing. This name is really...
"Um?"
Hearing the laughter, Miyamoto Mito was surprised and turned to look at Ying Yue. A trace of surprise flashed across his innocent and charming face: "What are you laughing at?"
He speaks pure Mandarin with a very pure accent.
"nothing!"
Ying Yue stopped smiling and said: "You must be Miyamoto Mito, haha, it's different from what you imagined!"
"Are you my opponent this time, Huaxia Yingyue?"
Miyamoto Mito blinked his big eyes and looked Ying Yue up and down, seemingly in disbelief: "My father said that you are very young, I don't quite believe it, but after seeing you, I finally believed it.
, it’s really small!”
Ying Yue rolled his eyes and said, "You are younger than me, right?"
Miyamoto Mito blinked, nodded his head, and said: "Do you want to compete with me? When will it start?"
"You can do it at any time! But facing such a delicate beauty like you, I can't do it!"
Ying Yue shook his head slightly, smacked his lips and said.
"You underestimate me?"
Mito Miyamoto raised his eyebrows, a bit dissatisfied on his pretty face.
Ying Yue didn't answer, but he couldn't hide the look in his eyes, which made Mito Miyamoto raise his eyebrows and suddenly covered his mouth and laughed.
"I thought what the great master my father said would be like, but it turns out he is also a common man who judges people by their appearance!"
Miyamoto Mito breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Okay, let's do it. I won't kill you. I just hope that after the competition is over, you can leave Japan and promise me never to set foot in Japan again!"
"The little girl sounds so crazy!"
Ying Yue raised his eyebrows: "It seems that he is very confident in his own strength. Okay, I agree to this condition, but you also have to agree to one condition!"
"What conditions?"
Miyamoto Mito asked curiously.
"After you lose, how about being my maid? It would be a waste for a peerless beauty like you to stay in Japan!"