Since the last time I returned to the East China Sea from Aocheng.

Lin Yu has been at home, rarely going out, and being a beautiful man who recuperates quietly and recuperates.

Your own body, your own clear.

No matter how serious the injuries on his body are, he naturally will not treat them lightly.

With such an injury, if it were other martial artists, the rumors of the so-called waste of kung fu in the outside world would probably come true.

And the effort is still light, and it is more likely that life is lost.

Fortunately, he is also extremely proficient in medical Taoism, and he forcibly suppressed the injury as soon as possible.

After that, the best treatment was carried out, and the gift left by the silver-haired old man, plus the daily supplement, finally stabilized the situation.

But even so, Lin Yu needs a long period of careful recuperation.

Just as Lin Yu was standing in the garden, moving his hands and feet, and dredge the veins, a sharp horn suddenly sounded in his ears.

With a slight frown, he turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a bright black car parked at the door of the villa.

Judging from the red word "make" at the beginning, plus a string of numbers on the license plate.

This should be a special vehicle for foreign embassies and consulates in Yanhuang.

However, the quality of the people who came seems to be a little worried.

Honking the horn at the door of a stranger's house is a very rude act.

The car door opened, and a young man in his mid-thirties stepped out of it.

Dressed in a black suit and tie, he looks very formal.

Looking at the man's dress, it contrasts sharply with the unqualified behavior of casually honking the horn.

At this time, Sister Lan walked behind the courtyard gate and asked, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, does Mr. Lin Yu live here?"

The voice was subdued and frustrated, and at first glance I knew that it was a foreigner speaking Mandarin.

Hearing this, Sister Lan subconsciously turned her head to look at Lin Yu in the garden.

Lin Yu heard the conversation just now.

He nodded slightly, and walked towards the living room on his own.

Judging by people's speech and demeanor, this should be a Korean kimchi.

……

Entered the living room and just sat down.

Sister Lan led the man and pushed the door in.

When the visitor saw Lin Yu, he was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, his eyes looked up and down a little unscrupulously.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, contemptible Park Sungyeol, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

He bowed slightly and briefly introduced himself.

In his tone, there were a few inexplicable angers.

Lin Yu glanced at the other party lightly, feeling a little familiar.

This person seems to have been seen somewhere before.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought carefully.

Suddenly, an extremely disgusting scene appeared in my mind.

Some time ago, the racing driver in Goryeo who ate Xiang live seemed to be called what Pu and what he became.

Extrapolating from the name, the two seem to be somewhat related.

Looking at the physiognomy again, it is even more strikingly similar.

Just as Lin Yu was thoughtful, Park Sungyeol continued: "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Lin is a martial arts genius in Yanhuang Kingdom, and this time I took the liberty to visit because I was entrusted by my country's taekwondo master Jiang Minzhe to invite you to learn martial arts together. ”

The words are nice, but the tone is not very respectful, and there is a hint of contempt in his eyes.

In his eyes, Lin Yu's skin was smooth, his hands were calloused, and his limbs were not strong.

And his face was pale, and his voice was lacking in qi, not only could he not see the traces of Lian Jiazi, but he looked like a gentleman who had been hollowed out by wine.

As a result, he secretly thought in his heart: "What kind of Yanhuang martial arts genius is clearly boasting, Yanhuang people like to deceive the most, and they actually blew a weak guy into a martial arts genius." ”

"This kind of garbage, even I can easily solve him with three punches and two kicks, it seems that Master Jiang must have been deceived, otherwise how could he invite him to learn any martial arts, it is simply humiliating. ”

Thinking of this, the little respect in my heart before has long since disappeared.

But Master Jiang's entrustment cannot but be done.

So, he could only bite the bullet, took out the invitation, and handed it to Lin Yu with both hands.

"This is an invitation written by Master Jiang Minzhe himself. ”

Speaking of Jiang Minzhe's three words, his voice was full of respect.

It can be seen that this taekwondo master has a high status in his heart.

Lin Yu stretched out his right hand and took the invitation casually.

After opening it, I glanced down.

Then, he said lightly: "Martial arts, I'm not interested, please go back." ”

Hearing this, Park Sung-yeol confirmed his previous speculation even more.

How dare a straw bale that was boasted out accept Master Jiang's invitation.

It seems that this beam-jumping clown is still a little self-aware.

Now that it is determined that Lin Yu has a false name, Park Sung-yeol is even more polite when he speaks.

"Mr. Lin, I don't know if you're not interested, or don't dare? I think it's better for you to make it clear. ”

He was smiling, his eyes full of provocation.

Lin Yu smiled faintly, his face was sallow, but he had a radiant look: "Okay, I'll make it clearer, it's not that I'm not interested, nor I dare, but I don't care to talk to him." ”

As soon as these words were spoken, Park Sung-yeol was furious.

"You Yanhuang people just like to talk big, hmph, I think the person I disdain should be Master Jiang, a boastful guy like you is not qualified to compete with Master Jiang at all. ”

As he spoke, he took a sharp step forward and looked down at Lin Yu with a high spirit.

"Master Kang Min-chul is a generation of taekwondo grandmasters, internationally renowned, world-famous, actively promoting taekwondo in Europe and the United States, receiving countless disciples, enjoying a good reputation, invigorating the martial spirit of the Korean nation. ”

"And you, you're just a guy who was packaged by the Yanhuang people, and you dare to call yourself a martial arts genius, it's just insulting to the name of martial arts, in my opinion, you don't even have the qualifications to be invited, and you deserve to be compared with Master Jiang?"

After saying this, Park Sung-yeol glared at Lin Yu viciously.

Looking at the posture, it seems that he is ready to teach this arrogant and ignorant guy a lesson with his own hands.

But Lin Yu always maintained a calm and breezy expression.

With a calm look, he directly ignored this big Goryeo kimchi with teeth and claws.

Seeing this, Park Sungyeol hated even more.

He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, I don't know if you remember a young man named Park Sung-hyun? He once competed with you in a race car, and was plotted by you by despicable and shameless means. ”

In his tone, there was a wisp of irrepressible anger.

Lin Yu nodded and said with a smile: "Of course I remember, after all, in this world, there are not many people who like to eat hot Xiang." ”

"Shameless fanatic!"

Park Chenglie shouted violently, his face was hideous.

"You despicable and shameless fellow, do you know that you ruined a young man's great future? He could have been an F1 driver, but because of you, he had to quit, all of this is your fault. ”

As he spoke, he tore off the suit on his body and said solemnly to Lin Yu: "I, Park Chengyeol, officially challenge you, if you lose, you have to do the humiliation that my brother endured at the beginning." ”

"And what if you lose?"

Lin Yu looked at the other party with a smile and asked, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, outlining a playful arc.

"How could I possibly lose to such garbage as you. ”

Park Sungyeol pursed his lips proudly and hummed disdainfully.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular body.

Looking at his figure, it is obvious that he has worked hard before.

The muscles are angular, very well-proportioned, and full of explosiveness.

Compared with Lin Yu, who has no bloodless face, he is simply a fierce man vs a weak chicken.

It's no wonder that he has such a strong sense of self-confidence.

Seeing this, Lin Yu's face was calm, and he smiled slowly: "Hehe, are you Goryeo kimchi so thick-skinned, take advantage of it when you win, and keep your mouth shut when you lose, it really conforms to the shameless image of your country and nation." ”

Although the tone is indifferent, the content is unusually spicy.

The sarcasm hit the nail on the head and made Park Sungyeol get out of anger.

It is an unforgivable mistake for this damned Yanhuang man to dare to slander the greatest Goryeo nation in the universe.

A suppressed roar of anger sounded, and Park Cheng's face was red and his neck was thick.

"Compared with the great Goryeo nation, you Yanhuang people are a lowly and inferior people. ”

He roared, striking back with the most vicious words.

This sentence completely stimulated Lin Yu's anger.

Standing on the land of Yanhuang, and daring to insult the Yanhuang nation, this Goryeo Goryeo is simply looking for death.

He slowly stood up, stared at the other party, and said word by word, "Congratulations, you managed to provoke me. ”

The voice was as cold as the ice and snow of the wax moon, and it was bone-chilling.

In a trance, it was as if he had become a fierce lion.

The fury that emanated was enough to burn the Eight Desolations.

Seeing Lin Yu angry, a touch of pride flashed in Park Chengyeol's eyes.

He snorted and said: "There is no need to bluff, it is useless to say cruel words, everything depends on strength." ”

As he spoke, he waved his arm vigorously, and his muscles bulged, showing his strong strength.

Then, he glanced at Lin Yu disdainfully: "Tell you, the men of our Great Goryeo nation are all required to serve in the military, but I practice the fighting and killing skills in the army, and I will start to do it later, don't blame me for being too ruthless." ”

After speaking, Park Sungyeol frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something.