That night, Miyamoto Chiichi took his private collection and wiped off his ancestral armor and samurai sword for the whole night.

Early in the morning the next day, Miyamoto Chiichi put on his ancestral armor, two short samurai swords inserted between his waist, and left the house without any nostalgia.

Apart from his wallet and ID card, he did not carry any luggage.

Even after wiping the samurai sword and armor, he burned a police officer with a fire.

This also represents that after his resolute determination, Miyamoto Chiichi would be in a turbulent situation, and there was no connection with everything before.

The landlord's ex-wife and son are all over the place...

A man in Zhongshan in ancient costume walked on the street early in the morning. Even in the island country where the spy trend was prevalent, it was quite eye-catching.

When my former neighbors and neighbors saw Mr. Miyamoto, who had been secretly ridiculed by them, dressed up like this.

At the first moment, I thought about making a few words of ridicule.

But when Mr. Miyamoto, who was looking straight ahead with a calm expression, walked straight past them and walked far away, they could not speak.

Because they took a little attention, they found Mr. Miyamoto at this moment, with the aura of the superiors whom they worshiped.

Similarly, when Miyamoto Chiichiro walked to the corner, a group of famous local socialites stood there, fighting with a few little girls with colorful hair, as if no one was around.

If it were the usual timid middle-aged man Miyamoto Chiichi would have to be as far away as he could be.

Because it was these guys who asked a little girl to use the excuse of selling things to him to trick him into an alley and snatch the salary he had just paid.

But now, he simply ignored this guy.

Just like a mountain eagle flying in the sky, how could it care about the threat of ants on the ground?

"Get out! You bastard is blocking my way." He scolded a social person with tattoos all over his neck without any mercy.

Maybe I felt a little threat, but out of the dignity of the social people, those social people still rushed up with all kinds of swear words.

With a faint smile of disdain on the corner of his mouth, Miyamoto Chiichi tightened the sheathed samurai sword.

Obviously, these ants-like people are completely ineligible to get the honor of letting him draw the sword.

Then, the first-class sword technique passed down from the ancestral world was used smoothly like mercury pouring into the ground; in a blink of an eye, the ground was filled with people rolling on the ground.

Then, Miyamoto Chiichi took a taxi and headed to Tokyo's airport.

This was also the last time Miyamoto Chihiro appeared in this block, but everyone in this block never forgot Mr. Miyamoto.

It was mainly when the glorious deeds of the Earth Immortal Sang were constantly introduced to the island country.

Among them, Master Miyamoto, who is not actually very important, is also a legend in this neighborhood...

Miyamoto Chiichi made plans last night for the route to surrender to Lord Dixiansang.

He planned to take a plane to Yangon, the capital of Piao Kingdom, and hire a car to send himself to the port at the junction of Piao Kingdom and Pearl City.

During the whole process, his limited funds were completely insufficient.

However, if he overdraws his credit card, there will be no problem at all; as for the issue of credit card repayment, he has never even thought about it.

Those group of bank boys, if you have the courage, go to Pearl City to urge him to repay the loan!

Moreover, he was mentally prepared enough that the journey was definitely quite difficult and lonely; but he, who was not afraid of death, would not be afraid of this little difficulty.

But after arriving at the airport, the situation seemed to be a little different from what he imagined.

A long queue was already arranged at the ticket office where the plane tickets were bought. In such a long queue of 100 people, Miyamoto Chiichi wearing ancient costume armor did not seem abrupt at all.

Because there are so many people dressed in it.

There are kabuki wearing wide kimono and thick powder on their faces; there are monks wearing big straw hats and straw sandals; there are even many ronin wearing samurai uniforms and ruminants under their feet.

In short, if we only look at the dress of these people, time and space suddenly seemed to have shuttled back to the distant Edo era.

But Miyamoto Chiichi basically heard the same word "Yangon~" from these people's mouths

Obviously, the final destination of these people was completely the same as that of themselves, but he was not too surprised by this result.

In Miyamoto Chiichi thought: there should be so many strong people who are willing to follow the great Earth Immortal Sang.

After thinking of these people, perhaps their future comrades, Miyamoto Chiichi put away the coldness on his face and nodded to these people one by one.

I guess others thought the same way. The atmosphere before the ticket office became even more strange immediately...

After buying the air ticket by swiping the card, Miyamoto Chiichi walked towards the waiting hall; then here, he was insulted in imagination.

At the entrance to the security check, a customs staff member spoke firmly with his attitude.

"Sorry, sir! You are carrying controlled knives and cannot carry them on the plane, so please put down your knives."

Looking at the staff member, Miyamoto Chiichi asked calmly, "Haga! You ignorant maggot, are you planning to let a glorious samurai disarm yourself from you?"

But anyone could see how strong anger was in his heart.

Even, his right hand was unconsciously holding the long hilt of the samurai sword around his waist; almost immediately, the staff member felt a strong fear.

At the same time, two airport police officers who saw that this was wrong had already placed their hands on the gun holster around their waists.

However, even so, it would not be possible to stop Miyamoto Chiichi from actually drawing his sword; as a warrior who was about to follow Lord Dixiansang, if he handed over the samurai sword, it would be an insult to the lord Zhang Dixian.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more solemn, as if the showdown between modern police officers and ancient warriors will take place in the next second.

At this critical moment, a large number of dense steps came from outside. It was led by a beautiful young woman, and at least hundreds of people rushed over.

Just now, the young woman who made Miyamoto Chiichi very familiar, quickly asked.

"Sir Warrior, are you planning to respond to Zhang Dixian's call and go to Pearl City to join his battle under his command?"

"Of course!" Miyamoto Chiichi answered proudly, and subconsciously tried hard to straighten his back because he had been bowing for a long time.

After hearing this answer, the beautiful woman showed an excited expression on her face.

She first said to Miyamoto Chiichi with a warm expression, "Thank you for your efforts. Please leave it to our Zhang Dixian support team for the little troubles you are facing now!"

Afterwards, the woman who turned around and turned to the staff and police officers, and immediately changed color.

He scolded him severely, "Baga! I am the new member of Shiraishi of the Congress. Do you know who you are blocking? This is a samurai who represents the glory of the island nation and is traveling; let it go quickly, otherwise I will guarantee that you will lose this job."

At this time, Miyamoto Chiichi had already thought about who this person was.

Isn’t this Mrs. Shiraishi, who was once a famous artist, was circulated privately and had a close relationship with Lord Dixiansang?

During the reprimand of Shiraishi, the staff wisely chose to let go, and even the senior staff at the airport rushed over and made some special arrangements for this group of strangely dressed people.

Finally, an hour later, Miyamoto Chiichi, with about two hundred fellow practitioners, boarded the plane with his head held high and his chest.

At this time, many media have arrived to broadcast this big breaking news live.

At the moment they boarded the plane, tens of thousands of members of Zhang Dixian support team rushed to the scene and respectfully knelt on the ground to see him off under the leadership of Mrs. Shiraishi.

It was this scene that made the endless pride in the hearts of Chiyi Miyamoto and others.

Hundreds of years ago, before those real island warriors went to war, did they enjoy such treatment every time? What if they could restore the glory of the warriors, even if they died in battle for Lord Earth Immortal Sang?

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Chapter completed!