"Stop." The security guard at the door immediately stopped Guo Yi.
Guo Yi looked up at him and said, "I'm here to attend the martial arts conference."
The security guard was stunned for a moment and looked at Guo Yi and Zixing with confusion.
These two people looked young, and they did not look like martial artists, let alone people who could participate in martial arts conferences. The security guard hesitated for a moment and said, "Take out your invitation letter."
Guo Yi showed the invitation letter.
The security guard took the invitation and glanced at it: "Chinese martial artist?"
"That's right." Guo Yi nodded.
The security guard handed the invitation letter back to Guo Yi and pointed to the small door on the side: "Chinese martial artists enter through that door."
Guo Yi turned around and looked at it. It was a cleaning passage. The door was dilapidated and had not been repaired for a long time, so the door looked a little old. Guo Yi raised his head and pointed to a line of large characters above his head: "Isn't it written above, entrance for martial artists?"
"Chinese martial arts practitioners are not considered martial arts practitioners." The security guard waved his hand and said, "If you want to participate in a martial arts conference, then enter through that door."
Guo Yi frowned. He could see that the security guard in front of him was deliberately making things difficult for him. He didn't take the Chinese martial arts practitioners seriously at all. From the dilapidated door, he could see that there were already Chinese martial arts practitioners who chose to endure the humiliation and bear the heavy burden.
Step through that broken door.
"What if I don't?" Guo Yi asked.
"Then get out of here." The security guard snorted coldly, but he quickly changed the subject and said, "If you can leave this girl to me, I can let you in from here. How about that?"
insult!
This is absolutely a naked insult.
Japan is full of discrimination and humiliation towards the Chinese from top to bottom. They have never taken the Chinese in their eyes. As for Chinese martial artists, they all classify them as Chinese.
Snap!
Guo Yi raised his hand and slapped the security guard on the face. The force of this slap was unprecedented and very rare.
"Ah!" The security guard at the door flew out of Shumi's door and knocked down several people.
Everyone at the door was shocked.
Guo Yi stepped forward and said coldly and angrily: "The reason why I don't kill you is because I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty."
After saying that, Guo Yi and Zi Xing walked through the door openly, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded reception ladies and a group of stunned security guards.
"You..." The beaten security guard struggled to get up. The left side of his face was swollen like a pig-headed man. His left eye was narrowed into a slit. If he didn't try hard to open it, he couldn't see the situation in front of him clearly. He was angry.
Pointing at Guo Yi's back, he said: "If you dare to hit me, I will definitely make you pay the price."
After saying that, he ran away quickly.
Located at the martial arts scene.
The seats for the Chinese martial artists were all made of wooden benches, with more than a dozen trash cans placed behind them. There was no audience at this angle, just a bunch of angry Chinese martial artists.
"Master Guo." Elder Yun Shu jumped up.
"Yeah." Guo Yi nodded.
"Master Guo is here, great."
"Yes, Master Guo is here, and our Chinese martial arts will definitely be able to conquer all the heroes."
When the Chinese martial arts practitioners saw Guo Yi, it was as if they saw the hope of victory. Everyone's face showed uncontrollable joy. Guo Yi walked over slowly, nodded to everyone, and then stood on one of the wooden boards.
He sat down on the stool.
Purple Star stands behind Guo Yi, holding a paper umbrella.
Whoosh!
The paper fan opened, and there was a very beautiful ink painting on the door.
One person and one umbrella is already a beautiful painting, and the ink painting on this paper umbrella is even more admirable.
Everyone sat down one after another. Compared with before, their faces now looked more confident. Elder Yun Shu's gloomy old face could not help but have a smile.
At this time, a man in black jumped quickly, jumped into the air several times, and quickly stood on the martial arts field.
On the back of the man in black is the totem of Aoki-ryu. The man is wrapped in a black turban and has an Oriental sword hanging on his waist. He knelt on one knee and shouted loudly: "By order of Mr. Kuten, Aoki-ryu withdraws from the martial arts conference."
, from now on we will close the door and thank guests.”
Wow!
The people at the scene were instantly in an uproar. Everyone was stunned.
"Aoki-ryu withdraws from the martial arts tournament?"
"What...what is going on?"
"Who is Mr. Jiutian?"
People at the scene were in an uproar.
Before everyone could recover, a ninja from the Hechuan family quickly fled to the martial arts dojo. His posture was exactly the same as that of the previous Aoki-ryu disciple. He was dressed in a black ninja uniform and had an Oriental sword hanging on his waist. However, his back
On the back is a huge spinning knife.
He knelt on one knee in the martial arts arena, supporting his upper body with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and said: "According to the order of Mr. Jiutian, the Hechuan family withdraws from the martial arts conference."
After saying that, the men took off and left the scene, leaving a group of shocked people on the spot. They were stunned and dumbfounded.
"The Japanese heroes actually withdrew from the martial arts competition?"
"What's going on?"
"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, and a group of people showed disbelief in their eyes. They could not believe that the Hechuan family and the Aoki sect, the two top sects in Japan, actually voluntarily withdrew from the World Martial Arts Conference held in Japan?
You know, it is not easy to hold a world-class martial arts competition. This time it was finally held in the local area, but unexpectedly they withdrew from the competition?
"Nonsense!" Duke Green snapped and said, "They have all withdrawn from the competition. How can your hosts continue to compete?"
"Mr. Green." The organizer hurriedly stepped forward to coordinate and said, "Maybe we are in trouble, but this does not affect the continuation of the game."
"So, both Hechuan and Aokiliu are planning to give up?" Green asked.
"Yes!" The person in charge nodded hurriedly.
"Okay." Green snorted coldly and said: "From now on, Japan will never be able to hold such an event again."
The person in charge suddenly had a big head. Seeing Duke Greene so angry, he didn't know what to say. After all, Duke Greene's influence in the martial arts world is unmatched. Japan can hold such a martial arts conference, if not
Duke Green nodded, how could he accept it?
Although things have happened, the game must continue.
However, there is always a suspense left in everyone's heart: Who is Mr. Jiutian that the Hechuan family and Aoki-ryu disciples keep talking about? This is what they are most concerned about.
"The World Martial Arts Conference officially begins!"
At Duke Green's order, the scene became agitated. All the martial artists were eager to take the stage and eager to try. However, after all, challenges have rules. As the saying goes, there is no rule without rules.
