"Ahaha!" The Japanese young man named Harukai Sato withdrew his right hand and smiled awkwardly, a look of shame and anger flashed in his eyes, and he laughed: "Our Yamato nation is a very good nation, I think, Xiaoyun, you must have some misunderstanding about our country and me." ”

"Hehe! Sato Haruki, Xiao Yun doesn't have any misunderstanding about you, but hates you very much, don't you have self-knowledge?"

Wentian didn't know why, or it was because of his disgust with this country, or because of Ling Xiaoyun's reasons, he was angry in his heart, and when he was about to say two cruel words, who knows, a voice with an obviously exotic voice came from behind Sato Harukishi's side and humiliated Sato Haruki.

Several people turned their heads to look when they heard the sound, but saw two young foreign people walking over with mocking smiles on their faces.

One of the golden hairs parted from it and fell to the sides, revealing a broad forehead, a high nose, fair skin, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes like the finishing touch, which set off his handsomeness like a sun god, and it was from his mouth that the words just came out of his mouth.

The other was a rare head of brown hair, short hair that stood on his head like a needle, only two long strands of hair hanging down from his forehead, brown eyes were deep and calm, and his face as perfect as a marble sculpture was not inferior to that of his companion beside him.

The two of them are the same height, about 1.85 meters, the muscles are protruding under the black sleeveless T-shirt, the arms are thick, the green tendons are bulging, and they are winding, fully showing their explosive strength, black straight-leg trousers, slender and thick legs, and the perfect golden ratio of the whole body, so that Wentian also has to sigh that the bodies of these bastard foreigners are really natural advantages and cannot be compared.

"Yaga, Max, when is it your turn to teach me a lesson. Sato Harukai roared angrily after seeing the comer.

"Hah... , Sato Haruki, you don't look at what you look like, just because you dare to pursue Xiaoyun?! When the short-haired foreign man spoke, his tone was even more unceremonious and harsh.

"Yaga," hearing this, the five Japanese young students of Sato Harukai suddenly burst into a rage, and at the same time, they were furious, and they all stepped forward, and a cold and murderous aura spread from their bodies.

The two foreign youths were also immediately on guard, but their expressions were still very relaxed, and Max said with a smile in an exaggerated tone:

"Sato Haruki, do you want to fight? Oh! No, no, no, I think, you should know very well the strength between us, you can have a tie with me at most, but your four compatriots are not necessarily Rimon's opponents, when the time comes, after Rimon puts down your four compatriots, how can you be the opponent of the two of us? Therefore, I advise you not to do stupid things, lest you be embarrassed and conspicuous in front of Xiao Yun. ”

The five people including Sato Haruki, who were ridiculed, were flushed, and their heads were full of anger, Sato Haruki's face became hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Then let's try it out and see if it's what you think it is. ”

After Haruki Sato finished speaking, the five of them put the bags on their shoulders to the ground at the same time, and raised their clenched fists to their chests and slowly pressed towards the foreign young man named Max and Rimon.

"Okay, then you can try it. Max sneered as he and Rimon raised their huge fists to their chests, took a boxing stance, and began to jump lightly.

At this critical moment, another voice came in, temporarily stopping the fight,

"Does the karate club want to compete with the boxing club and learn martial arts? This is a rare contest! However, no matter how jealous you are, I don't think Xiao Yun will take care of you. ”

An unhurried moving female voice came, followed by a beautiful woman with strong and slender legs, about 1.7 meters or so, her long hair dyed light yellow danced lightly in the wind, and a pair of bright big eyes flashed with a moving luster on her ice-skinned face, but it always revealed a sense of ridicule inside, as if she was disdainful of everyone, and she knew at a glance that she was not a good woman.

A fiery red casual dress sets off her wonderful body exquisitely clear, concave and convex orderly, and her temperament is elegant and generous, revealing a tricky and spicy, forming her unique and moving charm, although not as good as Ling Xiaoyun and Dongfang Yuyan, but also a rare beauty.

There was also a young man standing next to this beauty, carrying a black suitcase, the beauty with a long contour on his face was seven or eight points similar, but his height was more than half a head taller than that beauty, he was magnificent, with short hair, refreshing and handsome, and he was also a rare beautiful man. However, Wentian soon found that he looked at Ling Xiaoyun with excitement, ecstasy, and excitement in his eyes, but his face was much shy.

"Jin Yanyue!" Max and Rimon screamed in surprise.

"Jin Tianzheng!" said a few Japanese people such as Harukashi Sato in a somewhat unnatural tone.

"Yanyue!" Ling Xiaoyun's happy voice came out.

"Xiaoyun, good sister, I'm so glad to see you, are you okay?" Jin Yanyue happily hugged Ling Xiaoyun warmly, and asked after parting.

"Of course, I'm doing well, but I miss you a little bit from time to time, and I'm so happy to see you today. Ling Xiaoyun's true feelings were revealed, and a smile appeared on her picturesque face, like a peacock opening the screen, and her brilliance was overwhelming.

"Did those perverts pester you?" Jin Yanyue said this, and after his eyes swept over Max, Rimon, Sato Harukishi and others, he finally stopped at Wen Tian beside Ling Xiaoyun, turned his head and asked Ling Xiaoyun, "Who is he?"

"Ah, he is a friend I met two days ago, his name is Wentian, Wentian, this is my good sister, Kim Yanyue, who is Korean, and is also the vice president of our school's taekwondo club. Ling Xiaoyun happily introduced the two to each other.

"Hello!" Out of politeness, and being Ling Xiaoyun's good sister, Wentian had to give some face, so he smiled and stretched out his right hand to Jin Huanyu.

Jin Yanyue looked at Wentian carefully, then looked back at his brother Jin Tianzheng, who looked a little nervous, and did not stretch out his hand to Wentian, but said with a critical and arrogant look in his eyes:

"What qualifications do you have to be Xiao Yun's friend? Are you also here to covet Xiao Yun's beauty, have bad intentions, and get close to Xiao Yun?"

Wentian didn't know what kind of mildew he suffered today, but he would touch his nose innocently without complaint, to be honest, Wentian is a person who respects him a foot, and he respects you, at this moment, being treated like this, Wentian couldn't help frowning, put his hand back behind his back, snorted coldly, and stopped looking at Jin Yanyue, this woman made him feel disgusted.

"Heh, it seems that the temper is quite strong, but I warn you that it is better to fight Xiao Yun less. ”

Faced with Wentian's attitude towards herself, which was more arrogant than her, Jin Yanyue couldn't help but sneer.

"Hey, how can you talk to my friend like this?"

Ling Xiaoyun didn't expect Wentian and Jin Yanyue to be so stiff when they first met, although she also knew Jin Yanyue's temperament, but she didn't understand Wentian's temperament, two equally arrogant people met together, and it was strange if there was no friction, so she hurried out to play a round now, so both of them were her friends,

"Ask the sky, Yanyue is such a straightforward person, and I hope you don't be surprised. ”

Looking at the hopeful eyes of the beauty in front of him, Wen Tian felt a softening in his heart, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiaoyun, I won't be like that kind of person." Although his tone slowed down, there was still a thorn in his words.

"You...... What kind of person I am, you tell me clearly, otherwise, I won't be able to spare you. Jin Yanyue met such a boy who didn't buy his own account for the first time, and he couldn't help jumping to his feet angrily.

Wentian smiled and didn't speak, because in his heart, this kind of person is really lazy to pay attention to herself, even if she is a Korean beauty, as long as she is not too much, then let her be.

And Ling Xiaoyun only then clearly felt that Wentian was hidden in the bones of his gentle face, modesty and reasonableness, that kind of arrogance is a strong confidence and recognition of his own ability, he can do the friendship, kindness, care and help of his classmates, but he is absolutely not right to recognize the contempt of others for him,

"How can there be such a person?" Ling Xiaoyun couldn't help muttering in her heart.

"Why don't you speak? Dumb you? Aren't you pretty powerful just now? If you don't have anything to say, then please stay away from Xiaoyun in the future." Seeing that Wentian didn't speak, but just showed a mocking and disdainful smile, Jin Yanyue was even more annoyed and unforgiving.

When Jin Yanyue just said those words, Ling Xiaoyun screamed bitterly in her heart, it was going to be bad, and sure enough, as she expected, Wentian's face sank, her eyes became cold, and she finally spoke as Jin Yanyue wished.

"Hmph, when will it be your turn to take care of the matter between me and Xiao Yun!

The tone was extremely cold, and everyone who heard this sentence felt a nameless anger under Wentian's indifferent face in their hearts. Originally, Wen Tian didn't want to say anything more, but Jin Yanyue's aggressiveness made him feel angry, and at the same time, an uncontrollable evil aura came out of his body.

Several people around him were martial arts students, so they could naturally feel the anger on Wentian's body, but it was very weak, so they didn't take it seriously.

Jin Yanyue and Ling Xiaoyun were the closest to Wentian, and Wentian's anger was directed at Jin Yanyue, Jin Yanyue couldn't help but take two steps back under the sudden approaching anger, you must know that Jin Yanyue is also a person who has practiced martial arts for many years, and a person who can withstand years of martial arts training is already very strong.

But in front of the weak scholar in front of him, he was forced to take two steps back by his momentum, you can imagine how shocked Jin Yanyue's heart was, her first thought was a master, the other party was definitely a master, and when she looked carefully, she found that Wentian was indeed like a weak scholar who was not like a master.

Besides, the fluctuation of true qi can be felt on the body of the average master, and the stronger the skill, the greater the fluctuation, and what is directly caused is the change in appearance and temperament.

When Jin Yanyue couldn't feel the fluctuation of the true qi on Wentian's body with his previous experience, he suspected that what had just happened was an illusion and not a real one, so he couldn't help but be emboldened, and pulled Ling Xiaoyun to his side and said:

"I'm just going to take care of it, what can you do?"

"Okay, okay, you two don't quarrel anymore, you're such a big person, alas!" Ling Xiaoyun frowned and said helplessly, although Jin Yanyue is her good sister, she still has a headache for her sometimes.

"Hehe, this school is so interesting, I didn't expect to meet such beautiful two girls as soon as I came to the school, what an honor!"

Another voice came.

Then I saw a boy of the same age as them, tall, burly, handsome and dashing, and everyone's eyes lit up, this boy's eyes were a little slender, the essence flashed between the opening and the mouth, the nose was square, and the corners of the mouth had a hint of evil smile, which was very attractive to people's attention, especially the eyes of girls.

The hands of the person are slender and powerful, the whole person reveals a strange demeanor, so that people dare not peep, compared to the ordinary simplicity of asking the sky, one is the bright moon in the sky, constantly radiating bright light, and the other is the dim stars after the bright moon, ordinary and unremarkable.