It seems that in order to prove xiangtian's words, before long, practitioners of Shinto, kuroshi, Shinto cultivation sect, chuyun society sect, Fusang sect, Shinrikyo sect, Kanagawa sect, Dacheng sect and other sects in Japanese Shinto sect, as well as witches and goddesses of major shrines, came one after another, only to see these reporters around the gate of the courtyard stunned, exclaimed and sighed.

When the last practitioner went in, xiangtian couldn't help standing on tiptoe, looked inside and sighed softly, "I wish I could go inside and have a look!"

The little boy can't help sighing: "yes, I really want to know what the Chinese who fights with the truth Tantra is like. Is he not afraid of fighting with others in front of the whole Japanese practice circle?"

As soon as his voice fell, he saw a young boy slowly walk up to him. The boy was dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes with an earpiece in his ears. He asked with a smile: "excuse me, why should he be afraid?"

The little boy of Wakayama TV station heard the voice, but he couldn't understand what the voice was saying. He turned his head and saw a dignified boy standing in front of him. The boy looked several years younger than himself, but his deep black pupil showed a sense of insight and insight that even the old man didn't have, It seems that this young body contains a very mature soul.

This boy is not only handsome, but also has great bearing. He is not inferior to the practitioners of various sects and sects in the Japanese spiritual world. Even his elegant and unrestrained place is still above them.

The little boy felt inferior. He turned to xiangtian and said, "elder xiangtian, what is he talking about? It seems to be Chinese?"

Xiangtian happened to have studied Chinese in the University. She looked at the handsome boy in front of her curiously. At this look, she suddenly felt a sense of masculinity coming to her face. Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. She said, "it's so handsome. She's more handsome than the head of the Abe family!"

The little boy smiled bitterly: "elder xiangtian, wake up and don't be crazy!"

Xiangtian woke up like a dream and came back to her senses. With an uncontrollable excitement on her face, she came forward and said in less standard Chinese: "Hello, are you Chinese?"

The young boy smiled and nodded: "yes, you can help me ask him why the Chinese who came to join the fighting must be afraid?"

Xiangtian had some doubts in her heart. She seriously looked at the boy in front of her and muttered curiously: it's said that it's a Chinese who came to participate in the fighting... Isn't it him? Impossible, absolutely impossible, too young, too young!

Although xiangtian was confused, she didn't say it. She turned to the little boy beside her and said, "Hey, he asked you why the Chinese who came to join the fighting must be afraid?"

For a moment, the little boy was awed by the handsome boy in front of him, and he was too ashamed to speak.

On the contrary, some male reporters attracted by the conversation also looked at the shining boy in front of them with a sour heart and said with a rather delicious sneer: "it's still necessary to ask? He came alone and was scared to death by so many of us!"