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The ring has been set up.

There are more than 30 people in every shadow.

More than a hundred people are in this dark and humid underground space, but they are not making any noise at all. On the contrary, it was almost strangely quiet.

A few burning lights jumping and not bright. Set off this underground space more and more cold and gloomy.

This so-called fighting convention did not seem to have a so-called opening, except for an elder who was wrapped in black and stood on the ring. All the others did not express any opinions.

The fighting convention lasted for nearly thirty years. The various schools are already familiar with the procedures and rules.

In the martial arts meeting, winning or losing is the most important thing. All ancillary details are irrelevant.

In the face of the elder's words, Sanada Muzi did not hesitate, and nodded faintly: "Listen to Master."

After all, Sanada Muzi said again: "There are so many strong people unexpectedly in this martial arts meeting. I think, the senior sister may not be able to sit still, right?"

When she said this, her bright beautiful eyes glanced at the middle-aged woman.

"It depends on the situation." Senior Sister said slowly. "If Junior Sister can't even make it through the first round, I will naturally take action."

Sanada Muzi smiled slightly and nodded, "That's the best. The honor and disgrace of a teacher always trumps personal gains and losses."

"Does Junior Sister really think so?" the middle-aged woman asked meaningfully.

"Of course." Sanada Muzi pursed his lips. "Otherwise, how would I personally play for the division as the leader of the mountain and river group?"

The middle-aged woman nodded slightly, a playful look flashing across her eyes.

Obviously, just as Sanada Muzi had a ghost in his heart. This senior sister and master must also be making calculations in their hearts.

But it is not clear how much Sanada Muzi thought.

"Everyone. Everything is the old rules. I won't repeat them."

The voices of the elders standing on the ring were not loud. Instead, it was gloomy and decadent: "Today's first match. There will be a strong player from each of the Ruchuan School and the Dong School."

The voice just fell.

In another dark corner, a young man wrapped in a black ninja suit slowly walked out.

The breath in him is looming.

For a while, it was as if the wind was rolling, and for a while, it seemed to be plunged into an endless abyss, silent.

Such two breaths of absolute gap merge into one. Even Chu Yun, who was sitting under the ring watching the battle, smelled an extremely dangerous aura.

Is this person what the middle-aged woman calls the pinnacle powerhouse? Is it a strong man trained secretly by the Dongmen School?

According to Sanada Muzi. The master of the martial arts challenge is the West Wind School. The Ruchuan School is flourishing, but the Dong School is in decline.

Unexpectedly, all kinds of news would flow out before the fighting convention started. Even the weakening of the cave school, also appeared in the broken mirror peak powerhouse. All plans were disrupted. Many variables have also been added to this fighting conference.

"Dong Sect. Saito."

The elder gave a brief and concise introduction. The line of sight fell in the direction of Rukawa martial arts.

Obviously, this is waiting for representatives of the Rukawa school.

"Junior sister. Please be sure to win the first victory for the division. This battle is also related to your personal honor and disgrace." The middle-aged woman said meaningfully.

Sanada Muzi smiled lightly. Slowly stood up and stepped onto the ring calmly.

The two stood on the ring and looked at each other.

The elder briefly introduced the rules. The so-called rules are that there are no rules.

As long as you don't violate the spirit of martial arts, don't play any dirty tricks. Knock the opponent down, you can get the final victory.

Watch Sanada Muzi go to the ring.

Chu Yun's mentality was fairly calm.

He saw that Saito's strength was extraordinary, even if he hadn't reached the peak strength of Broken Mirror, it was definitely not comparable to ordinary Broken Mirror powerhouse.

Looking at it this way, the three major sects still have some foundation. Whether it was Saito in front of him, or Hoshino, who was trained by the Westwind School, had reached a very impressive height. Not to mention that in Tokyo City, even in Huaxia Budo, it is an extremely dazzling existence.

Suddenly, Chu Yun remembered the only Hong Shisan he had never defeated.

Put him here, what level will it be?

Has he now touched the ceiling of the peak of the broken mirror?

"Mr. Chu."

In contemplation.

A gentle but powerful voice sounded in Chu Yun's ears.

It was the old man sitting not far away.

The head of the Ruchuan school.

His strength is unfathomable. Despite Chu Yun's fiery eyes, he did not see the details of this person.

However, Chu Yun had a rough estimate of the strength of Sanada Muzi's senior sister, the middle-aged woman. On the real level, she may be equal to Sanada Muzi.

Of course, everything is just paper strength. Does anyone hide the trick? Chu Yun couldn't see through it at a glance.

Once in the broken mirror, it is no longer a blank paper. Who can have no privacy that is not for outsiders?

"Are you calling me?" Chu Yun asked rhetorically.

"There is no one under my surname Chu." The elder said slowly.

Chu Yun smiled slightly and nodded: "Okay. I'm really not good at acting."

"I thought that Mr. Chu would kill my disciple himself, Sanada Muzi." The elder said meaningfully. "Unexpectedly. Instead, you formed an ally with her. It seems that my disciple's scheming is getting deeper and deeper."

"Do you really want me to kill Miss Sanada?" Chu Yun asked, squinting.

"Strictly speaking, I want her to die. But try to be as late as possible," the elder said, pursing his lips. "Because now, the martial arts still need her to play."

Chu Yun nodded.

The old fox really didn't hide it at all.

As soon as Sanada Muzi took the stage, he was directly exposed.

It seems that for this competition. The old fox is still a little sure.

"In your opinion, will Miss Sanada lose to Saito?" Chu Yun asked casually.

Anyway, idleness is also idleness, and I simply chatted with this old fox.

"If you use the words more rigorously." The old fox paused every word. "Saito will kill her himself."

"Why? Just because this is a battle of life and death?" Chu Yun vaguely smelled a trace of conspiracy.

"It's also because Saito's father died in Sanada's hands." The old fox stubbornly cut the railroad. "Between them, there is a hatred of killing their father, and they don't share the same spirit."

"It's another grievance and hatred of the fathers." Chu Yun nodded slightly. He didn't seem to worry about Sanada Muzi~www.wuxiahere.com~ On the contrary, he showed his lips. I lit a cigarette for myself. He looked very comfortable and said: "So it seems that you set a dead end for Miss Sanada yourself?"

"She knows." The old fox raised his eyebrows and said. "But she has to do this in order to complete her majesty's mission."

Even if it pays the price of life!

When Chu Yun heard this, there was finally a touch of worry between his eyebrows.

It seemed that the old fox had more information than he thought.

He knew exactly who the supporters behind Sanada Muzi were.

Even so, he still chose to reuse Sanada Muzi. So how big is his next chess game?

Who will be the power behind him?

"Mr. Chu. The show is on. Take a look at the strength of our Tokyo city martial arts. Perhaps it is not much inferior to the Chinese martial arts." The old fox said, his eyes fell on the ring. _