Increase people's touch by ten times, increase the pain by dozens of times, no need to try, it's scary to think about. For example, it turned out that being bitten by ordinary ants was just an insignificant feeling, and people with thick skin and thick flesh didn't even feel it. But what about when the sensation is ten times higher and the pain is dozens of times higher? When the ant crawls over, it may feel like an elephant trampling, and the bite may be like being hit by a cannonball.

If he was really trampled by an elephant and hit by a cannonball, it would have been only painful for a second and a half, but now Jiro Kuroda has to continue to feel this indescribable pain.

It's scary to think about.

After a few strokes, Lin Haoran stopped.

"Now, do you remember?" Lin Haoran said.

"I... I really don't know, you... You don't know if you kill me. "Jiro Kuroda is really impressive, and he is still persistent.

"Killing you is just a gesture, don't think I dare not kill you. I haven't had enough of it yet, though. Lin Haoran referred Kuroda to the martial arts training hall.

There were two groups of people in the martial arts training hall, one group was beaten and broke their hands and legs, and the other group was so frightened that they squatted on the ground and shivered. Of course, the people who were beaten and broke their hands and legs were the island people, those boxers and coaches or something, and those who were trembling were those bastards who had forgotten their ancestors, and Dao Tielin was scolding his mother.

"The dignified Chinese people actually learned the kung fu of the Japanese people of the Bird Island country, and what kind of kung fu can they have? A few tricks and three-legged cat fists and feet, they still ran to Huaxia to steal the teacher. What bullshit, Wang Badao, it's all some garbage kung fu. If I don't learn the martial arts skills of Huaxia as many as stars, learn these kings' eight fists and feet, your mother's face and your ancestor's face will all be lost by you. Dao Tielin's face was full of anger, hating that iron could not become steel, and scolded around the group of apprentices who were squatting on the ground, eager to beat them.

"See? look at that pile of garbage, look at the boxers you respect. They've been beaten back to their original form now, what are they like? They're just a bunch of kings and a bunch of garbage. More than 10 people, more than 10 people, how many of us are there? Two people, in fact, one person is enough, I just foil ....... Dao Tielin waved his hand, so angry that he couldn't do it.

It's really annoying, dignified and Chinese, Shaolin alone has seventy-two stunts, but these bastard children go to learn the Wang Ba kung fu of the island country, accept the ideas of the island people, and carry forward the will of the king eight to the island people. If a few decades ago, these bastards must have been traitors and traitors.

"Don't scold, for this kind of brainwashed guy, unless it is eliminated, you don't want to let them go astray. It's very simple to eliminate, one punch, dozens of bastards, and it will be cleaned up in a moment. But now I don't have the time to do it, and now I'm going to play with this Kuroda tortoise. Lin Haoran's killing intention covered those apprentices, and he was so frightened that he was a little timid, and he peed his pants on the spot.

"Playing a game?" Dao Tielin looked at Jiro Kuroda who was pinching his neck like a chicken in Lin Haoran's hand.

"yes, in the game, I'll show these bastard boys what kind of shit their godlike curator is. Lin Haoran threw Jiro Kuroda in front of the group of apprentices like garbage.

He walked over to the weapon rack and took an island country sword, and pulled it out with a sonorous sound, and the sword flashed, cutting off the samurai uniform on Kuroda Jiro's body.

"Do you think this Wang Ba is very good at fighting? Kung Fu is very powerful? Let me tell you, he is actually like paper paste, and you can make him cry and cry wolf in one breath. Come, start with you, go over, blow him. Lin Haoran pointed to an apprentice and said.

The junior apprentice couldn't help it, so he walked over and blew on Kuroda Jiro, and sure enough, the guy who is usually high up and talks every day about how his kung fu is and how the island people are is was blown out of his breath like a pig.

Of course he screamed, and it blew on them like a knife.

What's going on? Why is this happening? Curator Kuroda is so good at kung fu, how can he be blown in one breath and wow? Not to mention that he is a martial arts practitioner, even an ordinary person is not enough.

"See, the island king can't even bear your breath, it's better than ...... garbage. Lin Haoran said.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to insult our island country Kung Fu, you stupid pig, you are waiting to bear the wrath of our Kuroda Takezu, I promise, he will break you to pieces, ...... ten thousand pieces. The group of islanders who had been broken off their hands and feet shouted.

"Hmph, what kind of martial ancestor of yours, it's best that he doesn't come to provoke me, otherwise, he will be like you. Lin Haoran walked over, stretched out his hand and pinched his neck, lifted him up and threw him to the wall more than ten meters away, and after a bang, the guy fell to the ground motionless with a thud.

The audience was silent, and the person who weighed more than 100 pounds was thrown to the wall more than ten meters away and fell to death, this guy is too violent.

"You, all of you, line up, each of you blows on Kuroda Wanghachi, if anyone dares not to blow or deliberately does not use force, that guy is his role model. Lin Haoran glanced at the group of apprentices and glared, "Begin." ”

A strange scene appeared, a group of people lined up to blow at Kuroda Jiro, and the director of the dignified martial arts hall was actually whistling wolf by the ghost crying wolf who blew in one breath, and he was in pain.

And the group of injured islanders were ashamed and angry. That's right, it's shame, and it's worse than killing them. Their curator, their master, the samurai of the island country, was actually whistling wolf by a group of Chinese apprentices, what bushido spirit, what island country pride is gone.

They couldn't figure out why Jiro Kuroda was so vulnerable.

They knew that Kuroda was now enduring unbearable pain such as scraping, and his breath was blowing on his skin, as if he was skinning him, could he not howl?

The people of the island country are ashamed of Kuroda's disgrace, but Lin Haoran admires Kuroda's endurance, such pain can be endured for so long.

"Stop... Stop, I... I say....... Lin Haoran just admired Jiro Kuroda, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"It's not less painful. Lin Haoran waved his hand and told the apprentices to stop.

"I... Having said that, you... You can't report.. Get revenge on us. Kuroda said, gasping.

"You are not qualified to negotiate conditions with me, you can say it if you want to say it, and it doesn't matter if you don't say it. Anyway, they and I are just ordinary friends, even if I can't find them, it's worth it if they die, because of me, I will kill all the island people here, and I will also kill all the island martial arts halls in the country. Lin Haoran said lightly.

"You... You can't do that, that... That is illegal, will be condemned by fellow martial artists, and will cause diplomatic disputes,......。 "Kuroda Jiro was shocked, fuck, this box is too bold, and he actually wants to take out all the island country martial arts halls.