Chapter 877 Something Bad Is Going to Happen

The elder of Qingcheng Sect was startled and looked back at Baili Gui.

Baili Gui narrowed his eyes, "Japanese?" He shook his head gently at the elder.

The eyes of Yan Palace Master also narrowed slowly.

The elder of Qingcheng Sect waved to Yuzuru Kihara, "This young man, please go down quickly. This is the martial arts conference of our Great Ying Dynasty. You, a Japanese, should not make trouble here."

Yuzuru Kihara stood still and said slowly: "The martial arts of the world are originally one family."

"Martial artists should not have sectarianism. Since it was said that the leader of the martial arts world can be a person with virtue and high kung fu, I think I agree with both points. Why not?"

The elder was impatient, "We elect a leader to lead the martial arts world. You, a Japanese, have no qualifications to be the leader of the Great Ying Dynasty!"

Yuzuru Kihara asked back: "If the Great Ying Dynasty does not even have a martial arts and virtue better than me, then what qualifications do you have to be known as the authentic martial arts of the world?"

The elder was angry, "Stop messing around here!" As he said, he pushed him with a palm.

Who knew that after this push, Hanyu Kihara didn't move at all.

Someone in the audience shouted, "Good!"

The elder didn't push, but felt very embarrassed, and then attacked Hanyu Kihara.

Hanyu Kihara didn't attack, but moved slightly, dodging left and right, and the elder didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Baili Gui saw that the elder would lose face if he continued to hit, and he shouted, "Stop!"

The elder stopped and stepped aside.

Hanyu Kihara turned around and said lightly: "May I ask the leader, am I qualified to compete?"

Baili Gui remained silent. He was determined to help his grandson get promoted today, and he had considered all aspects carefully, but he didn't expect such a variable to happen.

He had a hunch that this Japanese man was going to do something bad, but as the leader of the martial arts world, he couldn't do anything to the younger generation.

At this time, someone in the audience said: "Since this Japanese wants to compete, let him compete. Can't the young heroes of our Great Ying Dynasty beat him?"

"Yes, let him compete. What are you afraid of!"

"That's right. There are more than 20 young heroes on the stage. They are all elite disciples of various sects. They can't even beat a Japanese."

Bai Ligui remained silent. Someone in the audience shouted: "Let him fight. Are we afraid of the Japanese?"

Many people in the audience shouted: "Let him fight. Let him see the masters of our Great Ying Dynasty!"

The crowd was angry, and Bai Ligui had to nod slightly, "In this case, please come this way, young hero."

Henyu Kihara turned around and bowed to Bai Ligui, and then walked to the side of the people nominated by various sects.

Bai Ligui waved his hand, and another elder came up and briefly explained the rules, which meant that the battle was drawn by lot, and the loser was eliminated.

The winner will fight again.

Until the final winner is decided.

In other words, as long as you lose a game, you will have no chance.

The young warriors were gathered together to draw lots.

After the drawing of lots, the competition began.

Palace Master Yan waved his hand and asked someone to bring a chair and asked Gu Fei to sit next to him.

This competition will definitely not be over in a short time, so don't let your precious disciple get tired of standing.

Gu Fei sat down happily, and there were so many envious eyes on the stage and off the stage.

The arena was big enough, so in order to save time, the two groups competed together.

Before the opening, the elder of Qingcheng Sect said solemnly: "In this competition, I hope everyone will stop when the time is right. If anyone feels that he is defeated, he can admit defeat. Once he admits defeat, the winner cannot fight again, otherwise he will be disqualified."