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Uncle Li, Ling Mo and I are on the plane right now, preparing to participate in the special ability martial arts event. Ten minutes ago, there were two people wearing black clothes and carrying a black backpack, they should be around 1.7 meters tall. They disappeared from the airport of the imperial city. Guo Tai naturally heard the word bomb on Zhou Zhan's phone. It was easy to dodge an arrow on a spear, but hard to avoid an arrow in the dark. Guo Tai directly called Li Da Fu and asked him to help check it out.

Zhou Zhan didn't know where Guo Xie came from, he also told his Third Uncle on the phone that they must catch the two of them, then looked at Guo Xie with a puzzled expression. Did this brat know how to calculate, and actually calculated that there would be a bomb on the plane the next day?

As the plane took off, the fearless Guo Xie could not help but take the plane out of his gourd. If something really happened, at least he could guarantee that he and little Ling Mo wouldn't die. Damn, this was like being scared on a plane.

"Did you set the bombs on the plane?" Yan Feng asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's just a joke. Didn't you already order for him to be caught? But I think you should give up. Those two are probably already dead, haha." Shadow smiled and said, "Stop wasting time. Let's go to the Martial Arts Tournament reception."

They didn't say much and just took a taxi from the airport. Naturally, no one was willing to ride with the Yin brothers. They took a total of four cars and drove directly from the airport to Mount Fuji.

"Fuck, we got first place in this year's Martial Arts Tournament. Next time, we will set our base in Huaxia. We won't even need to start the tournament, we'll just kill this group of little Japan." Peng Gang said loudly. He had ruthlessly fought this island nation, and ever since he could remember, Peng Gang's grandfather had instigated the thoughts of his enemies into his mind. Against the Japanese, there was no rest until the day of his death. In the last Martial Arts Competition, Peng Gang's uncle, Life Destruction, seemed to have something to do with the Japanese.

After more than two hours of driving, Guo Jiu's group arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji. Then, a few Japanese people in kimono led them to a place with a great scenery. Other than them, a lot of people had already come.

"Dammit, they're all raw. How am I supposed to eat them? It's always like this." a bearded man shouted as he pinched a piece of sashimi between two thick fingers.

"Belo, it's easy to cook this food. I'll help you." As he said this, a young man who looked like a Turk flicked his finger, and a streak of fire flew towards the man named Balan, almost burning his beard.

"Sazel, if you want to compete in advance, I'll accompany you." With that, Balan stood up. He was at least two meters tall, and the entire pavilion shook a little.

"Can't joke? Look over there, your good friend Huaxia is here. Haha, this time they actually sent a little girl here, I like it, haha " However, before he could finish his sentence, a flame flew towards him. Fortunately, he was able to dodge, otherwise, he would have been seriously injured.

"Siezel, right? Remember my name, Yan Feng. I know how to play with fire. If you continue to be rude, I don't mind sparring with you." He was stopped by a man behind him. That man nodded to the group with a trace of apology in his voice.

"I didn't expect the smell of gunpowder to be so strong in this tournament." Guo Xie couldn't help but to say. He looked around: over a hundred people, all kinds of energy fluctuations, interesting, interesting.

Guo Xie and the others sat down, and many people looked at them with different expressions. Guo Xie was able to distinguish which ones were friends, which ones were enemies, and which ones were neutral. At around 12 o'clock, the main host of the reception arrived.

As the reception for the Asian region, I hope that everyone will get good results and not waste any more time. According to the rules of the organizing committee of this Martial Arts Competition, we have prepared a plane for each of the participating countries. After the old man finished speaking, his silhouette flickered, and he disappeared from everyone's sight. Many people had their eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Ninja, it seems to be Gomez Ninja. His aura is very similar to the one from last time when Mount Shu killed him. I wonder when Erdao will visit Japan and beat this bunch of annoying bastards to a pulp." Guo Que thought to himself. Naturally, he could see the trajectory of this disappearing old man. However, he couldn't make a move now.

Within an hour, the food provided by Little Japan was indeed not that great. Of course, many people did not eat the food provided by them, who knew if these shameless fellows would poison them. However, Guo Xie ate very happily, not eating for nothing but high quality salmon fillets.

When the time came, a group of people were taken to another part of Mount Fuji. They could not believe that such a place had airports, where fifty identical aircraft were parked. This time, many people were surprised.

"Good brother, you said that Little Japan won't do any tricks on these planes, right?" Little Ling Mo asked in a soft voice. The others also subconsciously looked at Guo Xie.

"Let's check it out before we board the plane. There shouldn't be any problems. No matter how rampant the Japanese are, they wouldn't dare to mess with so many planes." The others nodded.

"You Chinese people are really too cowardly. If we use you Chinese people, then it's called using a petty character's heart to act like a lord. These planes were all arranged by the organization committee. This is the first time we have seen these planes like you." A Japanese man said loudly in fluent Chinese.

"Yamamoto Miche is one, and what he says is right. In the previous tournament, there were at least 13 people killed by some unknown means before you guys left for Las Vegas. How could we dare to not be on guard against you?" Before Guo Xie and the others could say anything, a few Tai Chi Tigers beside him shouted out. The rest of the people all nodded their heads in agreement.

"If you guys don't dare to board the plane, then don't go to Las Vegas, haha, anyway you'll be courting death if you go." After saying that, a few Japanese people stepped forward and raised their heads, looking like they were asking for a beating.

"Welcome everyone to this place. To be able to stand in front of us proves that you are all the most outstanding Adepts in your country. I am Magit Charlie, the person in charge of the Asia region of the Martial Arts Competitions. Everyone prepare to board the plane. All of these planes are provided by us, Bo Yin Corporation of America, and they are absolutely safe." If it wasn't for the Japanese, it would be relatively safe.