Mr. Cai followed closely behind him, clenched his fists at the camera before leaving, and said with a serious face: "This time, the Buddhist monks will make the world look at him with admiration..."

The reporters were silent and deeply moved.

At this moment, I heard a thunderous shout from the airport gate.

"Everyone from the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect comes with me!"

While drinking, a middle-aged and elderly man wearing Tai Chi clothes and slightly fat, kept his hair that looked sparse because of his hard work, and walked in, with his face full of majesty.

Behind him, more than a dozen disciples walked in like tigers roaring in the mountains.

"Shuh" sounded.

A banner was unfolded and followed the leader.

——“Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi Sect” was invited abroad for the first time to show off its power. I wish you success.

The entire airport, all passengers petrochemicals.

The reporter also looked at the group of majestic people in amazement and walked quietly by himself.

hiss--

A middle-aged man pushed his eyes and murmured:

"Oh my god..."

The wife next to her whispered: "Is this the legendary Master Ma?"

The man took a deep breath of air conditioning again: "The scalp is numb. He, he... how did he resist laughing?"

The two were talking.

Another noise came.

But I saw a bearded man weighing 200 pounds, carrying a three-meter-long sword, walking in. Behind him were more than a hundred disciples wearing black training suits.

A banner was also pulled up behind him.

"When Qingcheng goes to war, no grass grows. Iron fists hit all over the world, and the spiritual sword promotes the martial arts world!"

The team of one hundred people is quite deterrent, and none of the passengers at the airport dares to speak loudly.

The head of Qingcheng also had a look of not smiling enough, but only smiled slightly when passing by the reporter and handed over a business card.

Immediately afterwards.

Two lion dancers jumped into the airport happily with a sound of gongs and drums.

Then an old man wearing a white vest and black pants walked in with a layer of steel ring on his wrist.

Behind him were a large group of young people wearing white vests and black trousers.

Many people were secretly shocked. This organization is low-key and has no banners. It seems that it has led to a real strong man. I don’t know which faction or faction it is.

The old man in the lead looked at the first few banners and entered the venue. There were many reporters in front of him and thought to himself: I was careless, I didn’t prepare a banner, and I missed the opportunity to show my face again...

But... I still have a trump card!

Turning back, the old man whispered: "Slogan..."

"Yes, Master Huang!"

Behind him, the eldest disciple turned around and made a gesture: "Listen to my command. Prepare..."

Dozens of disciples suddenly shouted loudly:

"The descendant of Hong Xiguan is here. Practice Hongquan horizontally, hit Foshan, and step on the West."

"The descendant of Hong Xiguan is here. Practice Hongquan horizontally, hit Foshan, and step on the West."

“…”

On this day, the airport was very lively.

Countless sects and martial arts schools that are so low-key that they are familiar with are coming one after another. One is more exaggerated and one is more high-profile.

The TV station reported crazy, and reporters rushed to interview.

In the waiting hall inside the airport, you can see a group of monks sitting at KFC on the left. On the right are a group of Taoists sitting at McDonald's. A few warriors wearing Tai Chi suits were squeezed in the middle. The ones coming and going in the WC were all elders of the Emei Sect, Kongtong Sect, and Venerable level.

If you don’t know, you thought you were here at the Kunlun Fight.

You thought you came to the backstage dressing room of Huashan Sword Contest Program...

"farce."

A security guard at the airport sighed, looking at the scene like a group of demons dancing, and sighed:

"If they really go to Fusuo Island, they will still appear like this... Alas, why do they show our country's power? They want to make foreigners laugh to death on the ring."

Harm, martial arts master.

What kind of martial arts masters are from the martial arts sect? There are no martial arts sects now? They are all called tourist attractions now. There are no martial arts masters? They are now called intangible cultural heritage.

You ask me if the martial arts master can fight?

Young man, I have to reason with you. What we martial arts practitioners practice is a kind of philosophical thought... Have you realized it?

You can hear the names, and they are all aiming at making money. Nowadays, who practices martial arts?

Those who practice martial arts are all in the corners of the mountains, and are trying to find ways to prosper or improve. Who has the time to come out to show off?

At this time, a young man wearing a casual outfit and always had a smile on his lips walked to the security guard, saying to himself as if he was answering his words:

"It's not that, haha, not that. Nothing can't be on the Resurrection Island. Don't insult Resurrection Island. Once the plane lands, if you dare to be so crazy, you probably won't have any life after returning..."

The security guard frowned:

"Young man, you...what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, haha, it's lively. Tens of millions of people are crowding in Hawaii for ships? I don't believe that Fusuo Group will not give a quota? In order to get on the ship, there are more people who will kill them than they imagined. In this world, there are not many people licking blood from the knife, but it's all the Fusuo Group that has caught them in one place. Interesting, interesting."

As he said that, the young man lifted his clothes.

The security guard's pupils shrank and saw the handles of the two full moon scimitars stuck between his waist. The security guard was a discerning person. Those from Shaolin and Emei were holding iron films and looked like goods.

This full moon scimitar is different from theirs.

The spine of the knife is thick, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. There are a lot of rust on the surface of the knife and some brown marks. This... this is a real steel knife that has been seen with blood.

The young man licked his mouth with some excitement: "I am born with this big hobby. Seeing so many people participating, I finally had the opportunity to realize my dream. Interesting, interesting.:"

"What are your hobbies?"

"I love killing."

The security guard was shocked and covered the stick on the back of his waist with one hand:

"What? What did you say?"

The young man looked at him with a smile: "I said, I love to kill people. I love to kill men, women. I love to kill children, the elderly. I love to kill people who practice martial arts, and I love to kill ordinary people."

"You...you..."

The security guard looked at the smile, but suddenly his eyes were filled with evil intentions and a sense of terror. He took two steps back in fear and slowly reached out to touch his intercom.

I slowly turned on the walkie-talkie, and before I could say anything.

"Hahahahaha!"

But I saw the young man laughing: "Just kidding. Just kidding, look so scared you."

'call--'

The security guard breathed a sigh of relief and laughed forcefully: "You, you are really good at joking."

"Haha, right. I love to joke."

As he said that, the young man left and walked towards the gate. He placed his ID card on the instrument.

'drop--'

The staff frowned and looked at the ID card, then looked at the young man carefully for a while: "Are you?"

The young man smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly outlined: "Yes."

"If you don't have an ID card, you can go to another special channel to take the plane. There is a special plane that the Resuscitation Group has provided for you, so you don't need to get a fake ID card."

The curve of the young man's mouth was a little more: "Little sister, please take a closer look at me?"

The staff looked at it carefully for a moment: "Oh, this time it looks like...name."

"Tang Yin."

"Enter."
Chapter completed!