It is still the last two days before the world's No. 1 martial arts conference.

Japan.

Kyoto.

In a magnificent shrine hall in the suburbs, a young man in a bright samurai robe stood by the window and quietly looked at the scenery outside.

He is the best heir to the Tokugawa family, nickname Tokugawahara.

There was a faint smile on Tokugawahara's face, as if he was recalling something.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

An old guy strodes at the entrance of the hall.

This old guy has a short figure and walks steadily and worth it. He looks like an extremely powerful expert.

The old guy's face was covered with faint wrinkles, and his bronzed skin made the wrinkles look like old tree bark.

He wore two samurai swords, one long and one short around his waist.

This is the most standard symbol of Japanese warriors.

The tradition of Japanese warriors is to have two knives inserted between their waists, one long and one short, and the two knives have their own uses. This tradition has been passed down to this day and has basically just been a symbol of identity.

Because only warriors can wear swords like this.

And the warriors, in Japan, are nobles.

Most people are not qualified to call it a warrior.

Warriors are all upper-class in the entire Japanese social system.

As the old guy entered the hall, a sharp aura suddenly appeared in the entire shrine hall.

It seemed that even the air became sticky.

The old man looked like lightning, looked at Tokugawahara and said lightly:

"Go back and tell your grandpa that he has a good condition, but it is enough to impress us old guys."

Tokugawahara turned around and looked at the old guy with a smile, then bowed slightly to the old guy:

"Mr. Hojo, I understand what you mean. Grandpa said that as long as the Eighth God Alliance is willing to join us, the benefits will be divided according to your requirements."

The old guy's eyes flashed, he stared at Tokugawahara for a long time before he said with a bit of gritting his teeth:

"Well, this time, we must make them pay a heavy price for the shame that was inflicted on the empire a hundred years ago."

Half an hour later, the old guy left the hall.

A gray figure walked in through the side door and said respectfully to Tokugawahara:

"Master, have you really agreed to their request?"

Tokugawahara glanced at the figure indifferently, and the figure quickly lowered its head.

"You won't understand some things, how are you preparing?"

The figure nodded and said:

"It's ready. Except for Master Sato and you, the remaining eight masters are the most powerful and mysterious masters in Japan."

Tokugawa Hara nodded and smiled meaningfully.

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Early in the morning, Long Qi got up from the bed.

It is rare for him to get up so early.

I was fed with fishy food last night. I thought I could eat Miss Zhao, but the two of them drove them out together and stayed alone for one night to have an empty room.

Not able to sleep for a night gave him a vague feeling.

It seems that his true energy has made some breakthroughs.

Although he is only twenty-five years old, he has more combat experience and stronger strength than the century-old monsters in the four forbidden areas. He has already developed an invincible confidence.

Of course, except for that law enforcement committee, he was confident that he would win the final victory in this bet.

However, he also knew that it would not be so simple for Japanese people to plan such a plan, and the forces involved were even more complicated, so he could not be too careful.

The reason why he got up so early today was because the ghost called.

Bai Yun was resting today, and Zhao Yunan did not get up. Before Long Qi went out, he rushed to the middle of the two of them and took advantage of it. Then he reluctantly left the door.

"What you want is delivered!"

After seeing Long Qi, the ghost said directly:

"The old senior from the Yan Luo Palace sent five hundred blood elixirs here."

Long Qi was overjoyed:

"Really? Let me see? Did he say what the effectiveness of this batch of Blood Yuan Dan?"

The ghost pointed to a huge box on the side:

"Everything is inside, the effect can probably be improved to the peak of the third grade of the innate level."

Long Qi couldn't help but feel ecstatic, and then he looked at the ghost again and said embarrassedly:

"I made a mistake at the beginning."

The ghost looked at Long Qi and said indifferently:

"I don't need too strong strength. Being able to become a innate master is something I dare not even think about. You don't have to worry about this kind of thing."

Long Qi nodded:

"Then what do you think we should use this batch of Blood Yuan Dan?"

The ghost frowned slightly and said lightly:

"That depends on who you need?"

Long Qi laughed:

"Of course... absolute loyalty."

The ghost said quietly:

"The price of loyalty is not low, and absolute loyalty is even more priceless, so I have a small suggestion."

“What suggestions?”

The ghost picked up a remote control on his hand and opened the large screen in the control room.

A set of solutions appeared on the screen.

"This time at the world's No. 1 martial arts conference, Longteng's people will not play any role, so I have formulated this plan. How do you see?"

Long Qi looked carefully and his brows frowned.

This is a very cruel plan, and the ultimate goal is to test the loyalty of the five hundred members of Longteng's four teams under the extreme environment.

If the test fails, then the result is...death!

"Will this be a little cruel?"

Long Qi's words surprised Long Qi:

"You actually feel cruel? You don't think you're going to kill so many people. Now you feel cruel?"

Long Qi shook his head with a wry smile:

"That's different. After all, these people are my subordinates, and I'm killing my enemies."

The ghost nodded and said lightly:

"Longteng was made with money. They can be loyal to you within the scope they can accept. However, once they encounter extreme situations, I believe they may not really betray you. However, at that time, it was not as simple as speaking. What I mean is that you need a group of true and loyal subordinates who have fanatical beliefs to you. No matter what opponents or situations they encounter, they will not even have the idea of ​​betraying you from beginning to end."

Long Qi was silent and said:

"My strength is enough, it's not useful..."

The ghost said quickly:

"What should anyone other than you do?"

Long Qi frowned:

"I have Tianwei? And Fenglongwei."

The ghost glanced at him:

"Are they loyal to you? Do you know them again?"

Long Qi suddenly had nothing to say.

After a while, he gritted his teeth:

"Please make your plan, but don't kill the eliminated people..., just leave them behind and fire them."
Chapter completed!