Chapter 2467

At this time, the goddess of Yishi Shinto said coldly, "because smart people don't choose to fight juyazi in the general mountain of truth Tantra! This is a stupid act of death!"

When Li Yundong saw the goddess, he thought she was very cold and gorgeous. Although she looked young, she behaved, behaved and acted like an old woman, calm and strange.

Li Yundong smiled and asked, "why do you say that? Is juyazi particularly powerful here?"

The middle-aged man of Yishi Shinto smiled: "are you kidding? No one has ever defeated juyazi in this place! Here, the divine power enshrined by gaoye mountain for thousands of years will become her power. Do you think you can fight against the faith power accumulated for thousands of years? Don't be a fool!"

Then the middle-aged man looked at juyazi with complicated eyes and said with thousands of feelings: "This is juyazi's home! Chinese, it's better to keep a low profile and be honest when fighting away from home! Let me give you a suggestion: this suggestion is to start fighting later and admit defeat as soon as possible! The earlier you admit defeat, the more likely you are to survive! Once juyazi goes mad, it's your doomsday!"

Li Yundong laughed: "you said no one has ever won juyazi here?"

Yishi goddess then said coldly, "never! Juyazi never fights with people outside gaoye mountain!"

"It's a ninja turtle!" Li Yundong said with a smile, "well, today I'm going to be the first person to break her turtle shell at juyazi's home!"

Seeing that Li Yundong couldn't listen, the middle-aged man shook his head and muttered in Japanese: "what a stubborn fool! Hopeless!"

With that, he ignored Li Yundong and turned to the goddess beside him and said in Japanese, "come out of the cloud, let's go. This guy is already a dead man! Don't talk to him!"

At this time, at the gate of the Royal courtyard, the reporters of major Japanese TV stations made a fuss for a while, and then gradually stopped. Some experienced reporters simply started a live broadcast at the gate and introduced what had just happened with an oral expression.

While they were chattering in front of the camera lens, several hosts who were appearing on the camera were stunned and looked in the same direction.

The reporter who was shooting turned his head curiously, but saw three monks wearing hats, holding Buddhist sticks and cloth shoes coming slowly behind them.

"Strange, how can there still be people?" although these reporters were puzzled, they also reacted quickly. They rushed to the three monks and asked loudly, "are you here to attend the meeting? Which sect and sect are you? Can you take us in?"

But no matter how they spoke, the three monks kept their heads down, pressed their hats low and said nothing.

The sharp eyed reporter keenly found that there was a faint fragrance floating on the three people, and the skin on their necks was delicate, just like porcelain.