“Yue’er, do you know, to me, what is the Sanshen Pavilion, and what is the Japanese martial arts?”
“I didn’t even pay attention to the Chu Family, let alone a small Sanshen Pavilion? A small Japanese martial art?”
“Wait and see.”
“I will let you know, your master, peerless majesty!”
Ye Fan spoke proudly.
The deep voice resounded everywhere like a sword.
Phoo~
Suddenly, the cold wind blew up, and three thousand fallen leaves were rolled up.
Under the sky, Ye Fan sneered and walked proudly.
No one knows what kind of storm this young man will set off in Japan in the next period of time?
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The outskirts of Beijing in winter.
A huge palace stands here.
The red walls and green tiles are a bit of the relic of the Chinese Tang Dynasty.
Yes, the hall in front of you is the Sword God Palace that rules the Japanese martial arts!
In the Japanese martial arts world, the sword shrine can only rank second in terms of strength.
The first place is Sanshen Pavilion!
The strongest Japanese, Xuezhao Tenjin, is the pavilion master of the Sanshin Pavilion.
However, the Sanshen Pavilion has always been mysterious, does not touch the secular world, and does not cause disputes.
Beyond things, he almost never gets involved in Japanese martial arts.
Therefore, to the martial arts people of Japan, the Sanshin Pavilion is more like a belief, a holy place, which can be seen from a distance and cannot be desecrated.
It is under this situation that the Sword Shrine has become the highest authority in Japanese martial arts, commanding martial arts, and fully managing Japanese martial arts affairs.
“Senior Sword God, junior Mo Wuya has been waiting again for many days.”
“I don’t know when will the seniors be willing to enlighten me and fight the juniors?”
In the hall, Mo Wuya said politely. The tone of speech was respectful.
In other words, Mochizuki River is also a big figure who has already become famous, and he belongs to the same age as his father and Uncle God of War.
As a junior, Mo Wuya naturally treated him courteously.
Mochizuki sat on the ground, closed his eyes and whispered.
“I said, now is not the time.”
“After I finish my grievance, I will agree to fight with you.”
“So, you go.”
“After I go back, help me to say something for your father.”
“Just say, congratulations to China, you have a genius evildoer.”
“It’s just a pity, this evildoer, our Sword God Palace, will help you collect it first.”
Mochizuki River said coldly.
But Mo Wuya heard the cloud and mist, and didn’t know what the evildoer in the mouth of Mochizuki River meant.
However, he does not care.
What he cares about now is when Mochizuki River can fight him.
“Back then, Uncle God of War defeated Mochizuki River, became famous in one battle, and became one of China’s top powerhouses in one fell swoop.”
“Today, if I can defeat Mochizuki River again, I Mo Wuya will also become famous in Chinese Martial Arts!”
“Relying on this record, I was given the title, entered the Martial God Temple, and was given the seventh pillar country powerhouse.
Yes, Mo Wuya came to Japan this time just to brush his record.
In China, if you want to obtain a title and become a titled master, you need not only strong strength, but more importantly, an outstanding record.
And Mo Wuya’s qualifications are too low. Even if his father is the King of Fighters, Mo Gucheng, it would be difficult for him to be promoted to a titled master without a decent record.
This is why Mo Wuya wanted to fight Mochizuki River so anxiously.
However, Mo Wuya, who had been practicing outside, knew that Mochizuki had already been defeated by Ye Fan.
I don’t even know that the person Mochizuki is waiting for now is Ye Fan!
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