"Who is it and what kind of battle it is that it can attract so many big names to watch, it's really confusing."

"More than that, I heard the news just now, even the important officials of the domestic cabinet arrived here."

"No, this show is too terrifying."

Amidst the sound of amazement, many security guards in black suddenly appeared, dividing the crowd and giving way.

The first thing that came was an old man in a half-old warrior uniform. He had a faint kind smile on his face, a gentle step, and a sword hanging around his waist, but there were countless traces of gullies on the scabbard, and each trace seemed to be a touching story.

The old man was Miyamoto Musashi, and he seemed to have changed a lot compared to that year.

Many people are his fans, most of them are Japanese youths. Miyamoto Musashi's peak era can be said to have raised the Japanese kendo level by relying on his own efforts.

I don’t know how many powerful enemies I have defeated in my life, and I have strongly branded the Japanese swordsmanship in the times.

Countless people recall the past, the young and heroic swordsman who was full of energy and had bright eyes and showed his murderous aura was no longer there.

Instead, he was an old man, even his sword was rusty and covered with scars. It seemed that he and the sword were old.

But this battle is the most undefeated one.

Countless fans felt heartbroken. They didn't understand why Miyamoto's Sword Saint was like this and he still had to stand out. It seems that there is no one in Japan.

Yingmu felt the tip of his nose and the circles of his eyes were warm. He tried to calm down. Looking at the hunched teacher in front of him, his steps were no longer as agile as when he was young, and he sighed in his heart.

Miyamoto Musashi came to an end, and all the big figures in front of Ise Temple took the initiative to come forward to shake hands with them, such as the president and director of the Sony Group of the Panasonic Group of Mitsui Group, and even many cabinet ministers holding heavy power.

"Mr. Miyamoto, please, the honor and disgrace of Japan depend on you."

"Mr. Miyamoto, Sony Group, has set up a 10 billion USD fund for you as long as you can win, all the money is under your control."

"..." Seeing this scene, I don't know how many men came up with an idea, a real man should do this.

"Who is this old man?"

Tiejianye is confused.

He often pays attention to various news around the world and thinks he is keeping up with the trend of the world era, but he has no impression of Miyamoto Musashi, so he feels very puzzled when he sees him being polite by all kinds of bigwigs.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd. In the crowd, a young man was wearing a black shirt and casual black pants, dressed very casually, and walked confidently in the passage blocked by the security guards.

"Hey, who are you? Can you leave?

Don't get out of here."

"Baga, blow him away."

"Which country is this? It's so impolite."

Speaking of this, Assistant Xiao Mo was so excited that he was sunlit that he wanted to sleep. When he saw this scene, he was immediately happy and said with a smile: "Look at Mr. Su, Mr. Su, look, that man is so confident."

"I dare to take such a path. Obviously, this kind of passage is not something that ordinary people can do. I guess I will be bombarded away in a mess immediately."

However, Su Ningyu was not angry because Xiao Mo's ignorance offended her husband. She smiled and said, "He is my husband, Tang Kai."
Chapter completed!