In the early morning, the light of dawn broke through the sky. A special passenger plane from Dragon Kingdom flew over from Italy and finally landed at the Italian capital airport.

"Everyone... I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I haven't tried it... I finally came back today." Looking at the still-changing scenery in front of me and the old-fashioned airport, Yun Tianming felt a lot of emotion.

Ten years ago, he was just a little civil servant in Longwu. But he was fortunate to come here as a volunteer of Longwu's service staff.

During that competition, he saw with his own eyes what despicable and shameless means! He also understood the unreasonable and shameless methods of those foreigners. He also understood what humiliation is!

At that time, he wanted to play in person, although he had only been at the peak of his spirit...

...

"Huh! This time, no one can take away our achievements. Humiliation will eventually be washed away..." The next moment, Yun Tianming passed through his eyes through the window.

"It's finally here!" Master Sanzang called the Buddha's name and stood up at this moment. The other Long Yuanfeng and Liu Qingfeng were also touching the scene. Their eyes were slightly red.

"Dear masters. This time I share honor and disgrace. This time I will definitely lead the descendants of the masters to get a good result. No! The exact number one is the first place." Seeing this, Xiao Feng stood up and spoke with a trembling tone.

He understood that this was not a simple Italy, but also a place where Long Kingdom martial arts were shamed.

"Hahaha...Dear Yun. I didn't expect that this time you were the one who led the team. I missed me so much."

Everyone sighed, and got off the plane and spoke in front of a middle-aged man in a blue suit.

This strong man is burly, with his eyes and a heroic spirit between his eyebrows. He has a bright smile on his face and a kind aura all over his body.

This person's name is Monlig!

He is the vice president of the Global Martial Arts Conference and is responsible for receiving all national teams this time.

Monlig once had a good relationship with Yun Tianming ten years ago. Later, because of the strong motherland and the close relationship between the two countries, the two became close friends!

The last time they met was three years ago. This time they met, the two old friends were particularly cordial and excited!

"Hahaha... Brother Meng, long time no see... By the way, I'll introduce it to you. This time, our Long Kingdom participated in the competition, but it was no more than ten years ago." Yun Tianming then said proudly.

After saying that, he introduced the older generation to Monlig. Monlig is also respectful! After all, he is just a nominal vice president! Among the Global Martial Arts Association, the most prestigious president is the president, and the vice president is the one who comes down.

In the association, there are at least twenty vice presidents!

Besides, his strength is only five years after the peak of Huajin!

"Hahaha, this person should be the famous Xiao Feng, right?!"

"I have long admired Daqi! Mr. Xiao Feng, I didn't expect you to be so young. A few days ago, I cleared the hell and killed the Korean martial gods behind me, which made my country's power work helpless."

"You should be the first person in the younger generation!" After receiving the introduction, Menglige looked excited. After all, Xiao Feng's reputation is wide open.

Besides, the younger you are, the greater your potential!

"But...Mr. Xiao Feng, you must be careful this time. I heard that most people are not good at coming, especially major forces, who have developed their foundation and sent geniuses on the Global God List!" Then, Monlig's words aroused a thousand waves.

"Hmm?!" Xiao Feng was slightly stunned when he heard this. Because he was not very clear about the list of gods.

"Swish!" However, when Liu Qingfeng and others heard the three words "The God List", their pupils condensed.

"Let's go! I'll take you down first. There will be a roster of competitions after that. You will understand then." Seeing this, Monlig took another breath and said.

"Okay!" Everyone nodded. Then, under the leadership of Monlig, they left the airport and went to the hotel.

………

On a luxury business car, there are old and young people at this moment.

The old man's traditional Korean clothing, a young man's suit, a heroic look, a 30-part hair, and a niche face. He is particularly handsome.

"Master! Do you think I will meet an opponent on the Gods List this time? If that's the case, I just happened to take this opportunity to exercise." At this moment, Zhang Yulong spoke in the car and said with great enthusiasm.

Compared to Xiao Feng's appearance within six months, he rose much earlier. Moreover, he is also a person on the Gods List. He is the 40th place in the Gods List!

Although he is behind, his strength is not overwhelming! Besides, the data on the Gods List are all very powerful data!

If anyone can break through, he will immediately change the data ranking. And this Jade Dragon has stabilized the demigod. But he is still 40, without advancing or retreating!

"Well! This time there will definitely be...Okay, let's get off the car..." At this moment, Jin Bulin spoke in a hoarse tone.

The master and apprentice got out of the car and all entered the hotel under the leadership of another vice president.

This hotel is a five-star hotel and is specially built for contestants.

"Hey... Isn't that Xiao Feng's little bastard? He really dares to come over to participate in the competition?!" The next time, Zhang Yulong went to the hotel and felt like he was blowing up his hair. His face was so hard to see. He stared at Xiao Feng tightly.

Xiao Feng is his shame! He is his inner demon!

"Hmm?! Zhang Yulong?" Xiao Feng and the younger generation also heard this vicious voice. However, they did not react much.

"Xiao Feng?! You little mist... I'll kill you." The next moment, Zhang Yulong thought of the insult that day and Liu Qingfeng's contempt, his anger surged in his heart in an instant. He was about to kill Xiao Feng immediately.

"Give up! Ximen manages your people well, global martial arts competitions, either fight challenges in life and death, or bans normal competitions. There is no private fight."

"If you let it go, I will report it to the above." The next moment, Monlig took a step forward and said firmly.

"Hmph! Menglige... Don't be happy too early." Hearing this, a man in the costume of a vice president beside Jin Bulin stared at everyone like a hawk. Finally, he turned his eyes on Menglige, snorted coldly, and then gave up.

"Xiao Feng..." He couldn't get out of anger, so he was scowled back. This Yulong burst into anger.

After all, he is popular in China. At least he has not been confronted by others... so this makes him very upset.

"Hmm?! Have you booked a room?! You seemed to be booking a senior presidential suite just now? Hehe..." The next moment he saw Zhang Yulong wave his hand.

"I have all the presidential suites. I can afford it any money."

After saying that, Zhang Yulong looked at Xiao Feng and others with a smug smile.

I have booked this place... Where do you want to sleep?! Get out and spend the night outside!

At this moment, Zhang Yulong was very excited! He was very excited. Fighting with me? I have money!

However, the response he was waiting for was Xiao Feng’s younger generation looking at him with his eyes as if he was mentally retarded!

And it seemed to be to verify the eyes of Xiao Feng and others. The next moment, the beautiful young lady at the front desk glanced at Zhang Yulong and said, "As if she was mentally ill, she said."

"Everything here is provided by the official, you only need to pay. And it's all budgeted. The number of people in each country is set, one room per person... How can you get it alone?! Having money is not about doing whatever you want? Why, sir, do you want to fund this competition?!"

After saying that, the beautiful lady stared at Zhang Yulong with a smile. She looked sarcastic on her face, just like watching a mountain cannon entering the city and forcibly pretending to compete.

"Huhuhuhu..." Hearing this, Zhang Yulong exhaled three mouthfuls of white air.

He is really about to get angry at this moment!

"Xiao Feng! I'm not finished with you in this matter. You wait, I must kill you." The next moment, he pointed his sword at Xiao Feng and roared angrily.

Frustrated! Frustrated...

Funding a martial arts competition? Made... No matter how much money my family has, it is impossible for me to burn so much money!

"Idiot! You are afraid that you have too much sex today, your face turns pale...irritable. Be careful of sudden death!" Xiao Feng took his passport and responded with a smile.

"Amitabha, donor! The little monk thinks you want to abstain from sex." Na Maitreya also called the Buddha's name seriously.

"Brother Feng...What does it mean to be mentally retarded?! Is he like this?!" Then Ding Tian also chased after him in a daze.

"Damn it! Damn it...ah!"

At this moment, Zhang Yulong clenched his fists and his teeth were squirming wildly. He was so angry that he was like a frozen man, trembling...

At this moment, the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.

"Yulong! Don't miss the matter. Tomorrow's competition, everything will be decided. Besides, there are so many people..." While Zhang Yulong was furious, he gently patted his shoulder with a palm. It was his master Jin Bulin!

"Yes!" Zhang Yulong looked at people from other countries around him, and Zhang blushed. He responded and started check-in...

...

"Is that Xiao Feng just now? It's really interesting..." In one corner, a young man in black uniform looked at Xiao Feng's leaving back, showing a sneer, full of disdain.

"This is Xiao Feng mentioned by my sister?! This person is quite interesting. No wonder my sister refuses to marry..."

"Hehe...well, this time I will be fine, how strong is my future brother-in-law?" Looking at Xiao Feng's departure back, a young man in armor, holding the moon by a group of red-clothed sect leaders, looked at Xiao Feng's distant back with interest.

"Swish!"

The next moment, a sharp edge instantly broke into the entire hotel, causing everyone's face to darken and their faces to change drastically.

"Xiao Feng?! OK, very good! You are really good... amazing." Then, a young kimono murmured to himself and walked in. A hunched old man beside him. The old man was carrying a sword on his back!

This is Miyamoto's Tensword!
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