The method of controlling insects with spiritual power is normal, as long as Chiyo Momura, who is the controller, pinchs the seal technique, the black insects hidden on the ring will temporarily change the formation, causing Jiang Tao, who was trapped in the formation to lose his mind and the strong man named Tong to return to normal. All of this must be dominated by Chiyo Momura to work.

A moment ago, he was full of confidence. He let Watanabe Seiichi see the satisfactory result. But suddenly, his expression changed. His beautiful face, which was originally charming and astonished as a woman, was full of shock and disbelief. He blurted out: "Impossible!"

"Mr. Mocun? Mocunjun?"

Looking back at the confused and asked in surprise, Seiichi Watanabe, who asked in surprise. "The spirit insects... are all dead!"

"What, what?" Watanabe Yuichi didn't understand. "What does it mean to have all the spirit insects died?"

Things are out of control and are too abrupt, even though Chiyo Mo Village is a little at a loss. At the same time, the tone of evil fire is naturally not very friendly. "Hmph, that's what it means literally."

A bad premonition arose in his heart. Watanabe Seiichi didn't care about the evil guy in front of him who spoke in a bad tone and asked, "What's going on? Something went wrong with the formation?"

He had never seen what those insects looked like, but Chiyo Momura briefly introduced him to the nine-level and formations before. Moreover, the situation of the two on the stage was deeply imprinted in his eyes. He was shocked, puzzled, and also had great fear. This invisible, but real power that cannot be understood with normal thinking was far greater in terms of feeling than the threat from the cold gun bullets.

But now Chiyo Mo Village said that the insects were dead? They died for no reason? How could it be? So, he intuitively thought that something was wrong with the formation, that is, Chiyo Mo Village made mistakes. This made him look not very good. If the insects died, wouldn’t the previous arrangement be wasted? The exchange conference has officially begun, and the defense power has been doubled. From today on, the security guard is no longer responsible, but the armed police soldiers take over. It is no longer so easy to re-arrange it again. And the situation does not allow them to have the opportunity to start over.

Chiyo Momura suddenly became fierce. He grabbed Watanabe Yuichi's arm without saying a word and hurried out, "Go away, leave here!"

The unquestionable tone made Watanabe Seiichi's heart naturally feel conflicted. "What happened?"

Chiyo Momura ignored him. He also accelerated his feet. He struggled, but he didn't break away. Chiyo Momura's white and slender skin, his hands were buckled on Watanabe's back elbow, and his five fingers were as hard as steel cast iron, like iron claws, causing half of his body to be numb and unable to exert any strength. He dragged it and was taken out of the venue at a very fast speed until a black Toyota off-road vehicle drove away from the Donghu Stadium.

"My Cunjun. I hope you can give me an explanation."

Indeed, Watanabe Seiichi was afraid of Chiyo Momura, but the accident that happened today made him not afraid or fear. If the mission failed, it would be difficult for him to bear the seriousness of the consequences.

The shock on Chiyo Momura's face still remained, as if he was extremely unwilling to accept it, and he was also very upset after the failure. He glanced at the gloomy face of Shigeichi Watanabe and said, "There are Chinese Qimen masters in the venue."

"Chinese Qimen masters? Hiss..." Shirabayashi was determined to sink sharply. He knew something about the martial arts road in China, but it was not comprehensive. Wulin refers to those who practice martial arts. The martial arts world is where Qimen martial arts masters gather. The star divine medicine masters belong to Qimen. Moreover, since ancient times, many legends of gods, demons, ghosts, monsters, and mountain essences have been circulated in China. They are magical and omnipotent. In fact, those who understand the inside story know that these legends are those magical masters with palm magic. Whether it is Tao, Buddha, witch, demon, and evil, they are all classified as the scope of magical arts. Although they have mastered unparalleled powerful power, gods and ghosts are unpredictable, and they have great power that shakes the world to the extreme, but they still belong to the category of human beings, not real immortals, Buddhas and devils. There will be no gods and devils in this world.

China has always been feared by strange people from other countries in the world, and is a taboo place with great fear. I heard that the Chinese master of Qimen appeared. Shiroichi Watanabe quickly lost his face. His face turned a little white. His hands holding the steering wheel, his joints turned white, and his veins burst. The corners of his eyes contained a ferocious and ferocious look. Damn it! It is urgent to think of remedial measures. If it affects Lord Inukatsu's plan to recruit Kirihiko Beichen, he will be accused of accusation. Although he is a diplomatic military officer in the Japanese government and is in the process of being a member of the Japanese government, if necessary, he will die no differently from those beggars on the street.

"Mo Cunjun, what should we do next?"

"...I don't know for the time being, let me think about it."

"Monmura?" Watanabe Seiichi lost his composure. The Chinese people in the Qimen can only be dealt with by Chiyo Momura, who came from a secret family.

"I said, let me think about it!" A cold light of a vagina burst out from Chiyo Momura's eyes. The sound turned cold.

"Yes, Momura-kun, please." His eyes made Watanabe Seiji suddenly feel a sudden stuttering in his heart and said helplessly.

Chiyo Momura leaned on the back of the chair, rubbing his eyes, his beautiful brows were already tightened and he fell into deep thought.

Whether the appearance of the Chinese Qimen master is accidental or... but it doesn't matter. Even if you find it by chance, it will become inevitable in the future. The plan must be changed separately. You may not be afraid. However, the Qimen River between China and Japan has been calm for decades since the end of the war. If you rashly have a fierce conflict with each other, or your identity is exposed, it will cause great trouble to yourself and the Mocun family behind you. This is not in your own interests, nor in the interests of the family. But the royal family's entrustment cannot be perfunctory. You must find a way, must! Must!

...

The internal family is against the internal family, and those with pure skills will win. The internal family is against the external family, and abandons the skill experience against the enemy. In terms of cultivation, even if the external family is slightly higher than the internal family and slightly deeper, it will be a must-win. Who makes the external family innately weaker than the internal family? Of course, everything may not be absolute. If a person who practices external kung fu has extraordinary talent and extraordinary roots, he can make up for this gap. However, this is like buying a lottery ticket. It exists, but the probability is too rare and too small. The four brothers of the Tong family are all good in talent and quality. They are good materials for practicing external kung fu, but they are not considered outstanding and outstanding people with extraordinary talent. Therefore, the fourth brother of the Tong family, Tong Tie, lost against Jiang Tao, who is skilled in Bajiquan.

"Good boy, my thirteenth Taibao practice of the Tong family was passed down from the authentic Shaolin master. It was the first of the founders of Dafa. It swept the world and rarely encountered an opponent. Today it was defeated by you. It was not that you are powerful in Bajiquan. It was because my kung fu has not yet been mastered. Boy, what are your name? When I understand my kung fu in the future, I will find you."

"Jiang Tao, what about you? Big man, what is your name? Who are you old in quadruplets?"

"My name is Tong Tie. The iron in gold, silver, copper and iron. Shanxi people. The youngest among the four brothers. I haven't played so happy for a long time. Although I lost, I am a man. If I lose, I admit it. I have three brothers on me, and they will win. Jiang...What did you say just now that your name is Jiang?"

"Jiang Tao."

"Oh, Jiang Tao? OK, Jiang Tao. The same thing is said. In a few days, when I practice my kung fu, I will find you and leave."

The articles of literati look at people. The skill of warriors look at people. When fighting, they are fully capable of fighting. They are not hiding or hiding. They are brave and fearless, bold and generous. If they lose, they will admit it openly and neatly. They are simple and upright. Although they are careless in their work and can offend others, they are strictly considered a man.

Outside the field, Tang Ning's two palms hanging beside him rotated inward, and the sunken silver-gray palm slowly recovered, and the ripples of water gradually calmed down. He breathed a long sigh and looked at Jiang Tao who jumped off the stage. Although this kid was not very good-looking, with blood stalks on his mouth, and several parts of his sportswear cracked into rag strips, directly revealing his strong and strong muscles, his hair was messy, his forehead and face were sweating, and his overall appearance was very embarrassing, but his eyes were good, firm and hard. It seemed that he had no impression of the experience of losing his mind before. Otherwise, his expression would not be so calm.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Zhou Yu also ran over and shouted loudly from a distance.

"..." Jiang Tao nodded, quickly shook his head again, his eyes firmly and resolutely changed after seeing two close friends. His eyes were filled with thoughts and doubts, as if they were covered with a layer of mist and gauze. He said uncertainly: "I don't know what's going on, but I seem to have forgotten something important. I can't explain it clearly, this feeling is very vague. Maybe it's me thinking about it!"

Zhou Yu was shocked and forgot about Tang Ning's glance. Tang Ning smiled slightly, looked at Jiang Tao and said, "Hehe, it's not that you won the game and were overly excited, right?"

"No. Just..."

Tang Ning hugged him and said with a smile: "Okay, don't think about it anymore. It must be that you are exhausted too much and you are thinking about it in your mind. Let's go back and take a shower first, then find a big meal, and your mind will be awake. Let's go, go!"

"Tang Ning?" Zhou Yu frowned and asked anxiously.

Tang Ning handed him a look and signaled him to go back and talk about it if he had something to do. This is not a place for conversation.

After walking in the contestant's special passage, Jiang Tao, who had been frowning since he got off the ring, suddenly stopped, looked at the two of them with serious expression, and said, "No, it's definitely not an illusion, nor is it a mistake in my memory. What must have happened during the competition just now. It's just... it's just that the impression is too blurry."

The people around him gradually became rare. Tang Ning gradually restrained his smile and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Did you remember correctly? Isn't it an illusion caused by excessive physical loss?"
Chapter completed!