“But teacher, we don’t know his whereabouts yet, how can we find it?” Liang Gong Yingyue asked in confusion.
Mochizuki River waved his hand: “Why do we need to find him?”
“Isn’t he calling himself the respect of Jiangdong, I have my own way, let him come to us!”
Mochizuki River gave a chuckle, and his low voice slowly swept across the world.
No one knows what Mochizuki River is thinking at this time.
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The next day.
When the first morning light illuminates the earth, a new day has come.
Jianghai, International Airport.
A transoceanic flight has just landed.
Among the hustle and bustle of the crowd, an old man in a suit, wearing sunglasses, stood proudly between his brows.
Behind him, there were two young men, a man and a woman, yelling at each master.
“Haha~”
“Master, you are worthy of being the president of our Jiangdong Wushu Association. This time your speech at the International Wushu Exchange Conference, in simple terms, is truly wonderful.”
“Master, just wait. I’ll let the major media report tomorrow. At that time, the number of students who come to our extreme martial arts gym to protect their lives will be designated to surge.”
The man and woman behind him kept complimenting.
The old man smiled without saying a word, but the pride and pride between his eyebrows was particularly vivid.
However, just as they walked out of the airport, there was a sudden wind around them.
“Ok?”
The old man’s pace stopped immediately.
“Master, why don’t you leave?”
Behind him, the doubtful voices of his two disciples came.
The old man remained silent, just standing like that.
His face was solemn, a pair of cold eyes, with seriousness and dignity, staring at the front.
After a long time, the old man’s red lips trembled, and he pointed forward like a ghost: “Are you, the Japanese sword god?”
Facing the horror of the old man, the figure in front just smiled coldly.
“Unexpectedly, for thirty years, someone still remembers me.”
The words fell, and then only heard a crash.
An old body fell to the ground in an instant, and the red blood stained the earth.
As for the figure in front, the news was soon in the crowd.
“Master, are you okay?”
“Master…”
The next two apprentices rushed over and looked at their dying master, crying.
But the old man gritted his teeth, with blood coming out of his mouth, trembling and saying in an inaudible voice: “Quick…Quick…Quick, go… find Lei… Lei San Lord, tell them, Wang… Wangyuehe is back.”
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A few hours later.
Aotian Wuguan is a subsidiary of the Chen Group.
In front of the door, flowers are clustered and the door is full of guests.
The brand new red carpet stretches for a hundred meters.
There is a fiery and festive atmosphere all around.
Today is the fifth anniversary celebration of the establishment of the Aotian Martial Arts Hall. Wu Qing, the master of the Martial Arts Hall, invites the powerful from all walks of life to participate in the celebration.
Naturally lively.
“Haha~”
“Master Wu Qing, congratulations.”
“As expected, I am a famous martial arts master in the rivers and seas, and a contemporary heir to the line of Wing Chun. Since you became the master of this proud martial arts center, the business of the martial arts center has been booming.”
“The students who have been taught over the years are afraid that there will be thousands of students, right?”
“It is estimated that it will not take long. The president of the Jiangdong Wushu Association will be the master of Wuqing Pavilion.”
Everyone complimented.
Bang~
However, at this moment, a muffled noise suddenly came.
Immediately after that, the stone sculpture at the entrance of the martial arts hall shattered in an instant.
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