"Okay, I'll sign up now."

Xu Dong would never give up the flask no matter what.

Moreover, it just so happens that I can take this opportunity to have more contact with the Black Vatican.

If the world encounters major changes in the future, it is better to be prepared. .??.

"With Mr. Xu here, I am completely relieved in this battle of the gods, hahaha!"

Qi Yan and Qi Huo looked at each other and smiled, obviously having absolute confidence in Xu Dong.

After speaking, the three of them left the room.

And Xu Dong also entered a state of seclusion, wanting to improve his strength...

Not only New York City, but also other countries are experiencing undercurrents.

Japan, Kenshin-ryu Budokan.

Many disciples wearing samurai uniforms were holding wooden sticks and practicing kendo in a haha ​​manner.

Behind the Taoist temple, there is a quiet courtyard.

There are many flowers planted in the courtyard, which looks quite pleasing to the eye.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white shirt was holding a watering can and tending to the flowers and plants.

After pouring the water, he sat on the coffee table on one side and sipped tea quietly, looking leisurely and peaceful.

At this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a man with a bun and a samurai sword on his waist walked in quickly, looked at the middle-aged man, and said respectfully, "Master, I just got news that there is something going on with the Black Vatican."

"oh?"

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head and asked thoughtfully, "But the battle of the gods?"

He is Masaru Miyamoto, the director of the Kenshin-ryu Budokan, a famous kendo master whose understanding of kendo has reached its peak.

"Exactly." The warrior replied respectfully.

Hearing this, Miyamoto Masaru's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Back then, I participated in a battle of the gods. Although I didn't win, I used it to sharpen my swordsmanship and reach a level of success."

"Now that the war of gods has begun, this is a good opportunity!"

Hearing this, the warrior smiled and said, "Master, given your age, I'm afraid you won't be able to participate."

"The Battle of the Gods has conditions, and it can only be for those under fifty years old."

Although Miyamoto Masaru is so young, he looks about forty years old, but his real age is already seventy years old.

"Hahaha, of course I won't participate, but Ichiro Tosai still has a chance."

Miyamoto Masaru smiled slightly and waved his hand, "Go and call him over."

"yes."

The warrior nodded, turned and left,

When he turned back again, he was followed by a young man wearing a samurai uniform.

His face was cold, and there was a sense of arrogance in his eyes, as if he were a master from above.

However, after seeing Miyamoto Masaru, he still put away his arrogance and bowed, "Master!"

"Tōsai is here."

Looking at this disciple, Miyamoto Masaru showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"How's your kendo training going?"

"Master, please look!"

Ichiro Tosai first handed over his hand, and then came to a rockery.

He whipped out his katana.

"Bang!"

With a wave of his hand, a several-meter long sword was instantly slashed out.

The momentum of this sword was extremely majestic, and even from a distance, the warrior felt a sense of oppression.

Immediately afterwards, under the light of the sword, the huge rockery more than ten meters high was cut into two pieces!

The incisions were extremely neat, as if they had been cut by a magic weapon.

Divide the rockery with one knife!

"Hahaha! Okay! Okay!"

Miyamoto Masaru couldn't help but give high fives and praise, his face trembling.

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The samurai was stunned. "Has Tosai's level of swordsmanship reached this level?"

"He has a thorough understanding of the sword and his understanding is naturally quick."

Miyamoto smiled slightly, then waved, motioning for Ichiro Tosai to come forward.

"Master."

Saito Ichiro put away his katana and stepped forward respectfully.

"The Black Church has launched the War of the Gods. Your cultivation and age are very suitable. Go to Federal City to compete! Tell the world about the power of my Japanese swordsmanship."

Miyamoto Masaru picked up the tea cup and said with a smile.

"War of the Gods? Is it the global event you participated in before?"

A flash of fire flashed across Saito Ichiro's face.

"Yes." Miyamoto Masaru smiled slightly, "Master didn't win back then, now it's up to you."

"I hope you can survive all the way and get back the honor that Master has not received."

"I will!"

Saito Ichiro replied loudly.

While the two were talking, two figures slowly walked into the courtyard.

The leader was wearing a black and white robe and had a goatee. He looked about seventy years old.

Although he is not young, he is energetic and has a bright face.

Behind him, there was a young man with a very respectful attitude.

"Haha, what day is it today? Why did Watanabe-kun come to my place?"

Seeing the visitor, Miyamoto Masaru smiled slightly and strode over to greet him. "I heard that you have been in seclusion for two years. What? Are you out of seclusion?"

"The Black Holy See has launched a new round of war among the gods. How can I not come out of seclusion?"

A smile appeared on the old man's face.

His identity is not simple either, he is the number one Onmyoji in Japan, Watanabe Nomura.

Next to him is his disciple named Furukawa Kazuo.

"Oh? You want to send Furukawa Ichi

Will Xiong participate in the battle of the gods?"

Miyamoto Masaru patted the young man's shoulder, a look of appreciation flashed across his face.

"Yes, yes, he is indeed a good prospect."

Although Furukawa Kazuo is young, he is extremely talented and is very famous in the martial arts world of Fuso.

He is regarded as the next successor to Watanabe Nomura.

"Yes, I want Furukawa Kazuo to experience it, and besides..."

Having said this, Watanabe Nomura frowned slightly, "During my period of seclusion, something happened to a disciple and he was killed by a Chinese."

"Although that disciple became ungrateful and changed his name to someone else after he completed his studies, he still has the title of master and disciple with me after all. Therefore, when I leave seclusion this time, I must investigate one or two."

"Oh? Who is it?"

Miyamoto Masaru was stunned.

Watanabe Nomura is Japan's number one Onmyoji, and the disciples he teaches are all good young men and powerful, so how can they be killed so easily?

"His name is Long Ya. He studied with me for three years and later joined the reincarnation group. I heard he was highly regarded."

"Later on, I stopped paying attention to him. After I came out of isolation, I unexpectedly learned that he was dead."

"Reincarnation Group?"

Miyamoto Masaru frowned slightly.

He had also heard of such forces, which were very famous in the secular world.

But to him, a mere reincarnation group was just a low-level force, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

"That Chinese man's name is Xu Dong. He is quite powerful. He was in the earth realm at the beginning, but now he may be promoted to the heaven realm."

Watanabe Nomura continued, "I guess that he may also participate in this battle of the gods, so I sent Furukawa Kazuo to keep an eye on him. If he is there, just kill him directly."

"If not, there is no need to pay more attention. This is his portrait."
Chapter completed!