I add points to my martial arts in the real world

While talking, Zhou Shiwu had already brought Qian Dong and Song Qi, who was looking around, to the gymnasium.

The arrival of Qian Dong and his party also attracted the attention of everyone in the museum.

There were no people sitting on the rows of stools around the stadium. They were empty. All the people were concentrated in the middle of the stadium.

In the originally empty venue, a huge arena has been set up in the middle. All personnel are distributed around the arena, divided into two parts.

On one side were the disciples from the villa that Qian Dong was familiar with. They were standing straight at this time without any whispering.

Although they were not wearing military uniforms or camouflage uniforms, it could be seen from their sitting posture that they were all soldiers, and each of them was full of aura, which together created a huge pressure.

And there were some people beside them, who seemed to be Taoist priests, who were also sitting there frowning and looking at everyone around them.

On the other side, there are people of all colors, including blond whites, Asians with black hair and black eyes, black-skinned Africans, brown Indians, etc. Although they are not as disciplined as the disciples of the Villa, they are still the same. His personality may be confident, mysterious, or majestic, and he is not at all inferior to the momentum of the disciples of the Villa.

"The owner of the village!!"

Just after Qian Dong entered, the disciples of the Villa almost subconsciously stood up to say hello to Qian Dong.

The voices differed in size and were not uniform, but their solemn expressions and sincere respect made others on the sidelines tremble a little.

"Well, sit down."

Qian Dong couldn't help but curl up his lips when he saw this scene. In the villa, they were comrades-in-arms and brothers. It was because of Qian Dong's protection that they could practice safely, so their respect for Qian Dong also grew. From the heart.

However, Qian Dong asked them to sit down, but no one sat down. They still stood there one by one, waiting for Qian Dong to sit down first.

"Gudong~~"

Song Qi, who was behind Qian Dong, couldn't help but swallowed when he saw this scene, and then followed Qian Dong step by step towards an empty seat left in front of him.

At this moment, she realized how little she knew about her master. What she saw in the eyes of these villa disciples was faith.

She knew that kind of look very well. Every year when the gods were wandering in their hometown village, the villagers would look like this when they looked at their gods.

This made Song Qi feel that her master might be the god in these people's hearts.

After walking to the front seat, Qian Dong sat in the middle seat minding his own business.

Logically speaking, Uncle Zhou Shiwu should be sitting in this position at this moment, but that is not a concern now. Qian Dong is the one in charge now, and he needs such a status and aura to match.

It wasn't until Qian Dong sat down that the disciples from the Villa behind him began to take their seats.

Song Qi did not sit down. There was no place for her here. After all, her uncle Zhou Shiwu did not sit down, so she stood behind Qian Dong with a serious expression but her eyes were looking at the foreigner opposite.

"Okay, let's get started."

Zhou Shiwu nodded to the host on the stage, indicating that he could start. After finishing speaking, he came to sit next to Qian Dong.

The aura and posture of Qian Dong's arrival naturally aroused the curiosity of those on the opposite side.

They looked at Qian Dong with curiosity, doubt, and contempt.

They don't have the division of martial arts like Qian Dong and others, but simply divide the martial arts into one level, and the way to confirm the level is to compete in strength and destructive power.

Therefore, it is impossible to see Qian Dong's undisguised vitality, blood and energy.

Not only them, but also the gentleman-looking old man they led only felt threatened after seeing Qian Dong, but did not think how great Qian Dong was.

They thought Qian Dong might just be a big shot, but they never thought Qian Dong could be called a master.

Chinese martial arts practitioners only start practicing basic skills when they are twelve or thirteen years old. In the world of martial arts, they are similar. They all start from reading when they are young. Practicing martial arts does not mean that the earlier the better.

This is especially true in the West. Magic requires a lot of theoretical knowledge to learn, and then to condense the magic power in the body, so it also requires a lot of time to train.

The fighting spirit is even more so. Fighting spirit is different from the gentleness of true energy. It is more physically demanding and requires an older person. Usually, one can start exercising at the age of fourteen or fifteen to produce fighting spirit.

So they didn't feel afraid when they saw Qian Dong's young face, and they were more curious and exploring.

Of course, this is not entirely the case. Among these people, there is a very special person. When he saw Qian Dong, he could not tell whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat flowing on his face, but he could tell from his restless expression. It seemed like a lot of suffering.

"Master Abe, what's wrong?"

Next to the restless middle-aged man, a man wearing a black ninja costume and a hijab noticed something strange about the middle-aged onmyoji leader and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"No...nothing..."

The middle-aged onmyoji wiped the sweat from his forehead, clenched his hands tightly together, took a deep breath, and replied calmly.

The man dressed as a ninja next to him looked at the Onmyoji leader again, and then at Qian Dong. He looked thoughtful, and then stopped talking. He just put one hand on the short sword at his waist, and his expression was cautious. stand up.

At this moment, no one knew how shocked and frightened that Onmyoji was. He was an Onmyoji and had their spirit-absent possession in his body.

In the past, no matter what the situation was, as long as they felt the shikigami in their bodies, they would not be afraid of anything. But when Qian Dong appeared, the shikigami in his body huddled and trembled in the deepest part of his consciousness, and he Because he is possessed by a shikigami, he has almost the same abilities as a master training a god.

Being able to see the spirit of a warrior in the realm of spiritual training, when he met the Western leader John, because the opponent was a knight, the spirit was actually not too strong, so the spirit was more condensed, but the power of faith Some restrained the shikigami in his body.

But that's all. If he really faced off against the opponent, he might not be able to defeat him. In addition to the shikigami, the Onmyoji actually has some magic around him, so he still has certain means of dealing with it.

<divclass="contentadv">But the moment he saw Qian Dong, he seemed to see the sun. The shikigami in his body had already hidden and trembled, and he couldn't even bring up the slightest trace of fighting against it. Think about it.

How dare mortals compete with Ruyue for glory?

On the stage, it was said that the host was holding the microphone and saying some opening words about friendship.

Qian Dong sat lazily on the chair. After glancing at the opposite side, he lost interest. He sat on the chair with his eyebrows lowered, as if he wanted to take a nap.

"The old white man sitting opposite is the leader of this exchange. His name is John. He is a knight. The two-handed knight's sword next to him is the weapon. Other information is unknown."