Hearing the other party's words, the bottom suddenly exploded, and they all shouted, and the condemnation sounded.

"A small country with a big fart actually speaks wildly!"

"If it weren't for the flow of Chinese culture into Fusang, maybe you would still be in a primitive society!"

"In the land of projectiles, I also dare to compete for glory with the sun and the moon! Let you truly understand the power of my Huaxia today!"

"Paralyzed, looking at this thing's face, why do I have the urge to fan the soles of my shoes?!" Even Chen Mo couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Haha, you Huaxia people have always been like this, when you encounter something, you know how to shout, but the real ability, but Erer!" Yamamoto Twenty-one said with a sneering face, "Since you can't wait, the competition will officially begin!"

"The rules of the competition are very simple, anyone can come to the stage to challenge, the two sides have no rules to fight, no matter what means are used, as long as they can hit each other, they will win!"

"Now, which of you will be the first to come up and die!"

Yamamoto's words made all the surrounding Chinese people angry, and they couldn't wait to go up and tear him.

"I'll meet you Chang Wei!" At this moment, a big man walked out of Huaxia.

He toed a little on the ground, and then a harrier rolled over and landed in the ring, far away from Yamamoto Twenty-one, his eyes full of war intent and anger!

"Good!"

The audience suddenly cheered, Chang Wei was tall, the whole action was clean and neat, and he was extraordinary at a glance, so everyone had great expectations for Chang Wei!

"Please!" Yamamoto Twenty-one made a fist salute, and then, with a slight flick of his foot, the whole person suddenly approached Chang Wei like a tanuki.

When he got closer, Yamamoto Twenty-one suddenly whipped his leg and threw it at Chang Wei's waist.

This leg whip was thrown out at an extremely fast speed, and even made a terrible whistling sound in the air.

The power of this leg alone made everyone in the audience change color.

Chang Wei is also a violent temper, seeing this, he does not dodge or dodge, he also kicks out with one leg, wanting to fight hard with the other party.

Touch!

With a muffled sound, Chang Wei's face changed greatly, he only felt that his legs were numb, and he was unsteady on his feet, and he almost fell to the ground.

Chang Wei's heart sank, and he secretly screamed badly, he knew that he had underestimated this Yamamoto Twenty-one, and his face suddenly became solemn.

But at this time, he had lost the opportunity, and Yamamoto Twenty-one's side, his legs were attacking in a row, like a raging storm, and he was bombing away at Chang Wei.

Rumble!

With a muffled sound, Chang Wei's huge body was directly knocked out of the ring!

Chang Wei was embarrassed, and there was still a trace of bright red blood on the corner of his mouth!

Obviously, Chang Wei lost this battle!

"Haha, you martial artists, you are really all fists and embroidered legs, it's really disappointing!"

Twenty-one Yamamoto sighed deliberately, his face full of disappointment!

"Hugh is going to be rampant, watch me defeat you!" another man roared on stage.

Soon, though, the man was kicked out of the ring by Yamamoto Twenty-One.

Next, two or three more Chinese warriors appeared, but all of them were defeated by Yamamoto Twenty-One!

Seeing this scene, everyone on Huaxia's side changed their faces greatly, they didn't expect that just Yamamoto Twenty-One would be so strong!

So how strong should Takeda Yamamoto be?!

"Who else dares to fight with me!" Yamamoto defeated several Chinese masters in a row for twenty-one years, and suddenly became even more rampant, standing on the stage and staring at everyone.

Qiu Wanfeng couldn't sit still when he saw this, he slapped the seat suddenly, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air, like a goshawk, and fell to the center of the ring.

"Master Qiu has finally made a move!"

"With Master Qiu here, the Fusang stick winning streak will definitely come to an end!"

"Master Qiu, teach this Fusang man a good lesson!"

When everyone saw Qiu Wanfeng come forward, they immediately boiled and cheered!

"Let you strike first!" Qiu Wanfeng stood in the middle of the field, calm as a mountain.

"Hmph, pretend!" Yamamoto snorted coldly when he saw this, his right leg suddenly lifted, and then slashed down and smashed at Qiu Wanfeng's head.

"Look for death!" Qiu Wanfeng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and then he slammed a palm into Yamamoto's leg.

This palm looked unpretentious, but it was extremely heavy, as if his hand had pressed a mountain.

Click!

The palms of the legs intersected, and a crisp cracking sound sounded.

Yamamoto's face changed greatly, and a terrible scream came out of his mouth.

Under one move, Yamamoto Twenty-one broke his leg bone!

"Let's go down!"

Qiu Wanfeng grabbed Yamamoto Twenty-One's leg and slammed it.

Yamamoto Twenty-one's body suddenly fell to the bottom of the ring like rags, and then rolled on the ground a few times, unable to get up for a long time.

"Hehe, that's all you can do, right? If you can't fight in wheels, you can bully the small with the big?!" At this moment, a middle-aged man walked out.

This person looked to be in his forties, and he exuded a terrifying aura, which was definitely several times stronger than Yamamoto Twenty-One.

"I'm Saburo Ito, I want to see if the iron palm Qiu Wanfeng is worthy of the name!"

Saburo Ito slowly walked in front of Qiu Wanfeng and looked at the latter with a sneer.

"In that case, then you can try!" Qiu Wanfeng stared at Ito Saburo, his eyes full of war.

"Since you are an iron palm, then try my palm technique!" Ito Saburo snorted lightly, and actually slapped it at Qiu Wanfeng with one palm.

"It's a good time!" Seeing this, Qiu Wanfeng also struck out with a palm, and there was a faint black color on his palm, like iron tungsten!

Obviously, Qiu Wanfeng is serious!

Touch!

With a muffled sound, Qiu Wanfeng actually took five steps back directly, while Saburo Ito only took three steps back.

Qiu Wanfeng's face changed greatly, but he was not discouraged by this, his palms danced like windmills, and the terrifying iron fist, like a storm, attacked Ito Saburo.

Bang Bang Bang!

As the two of them fought, the crisp explosions continued to come out, and the terrifying energy burst out, rolling up a gust of wind.

And the entire ring collapsed under the battle between the two, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and everyone couldn't see the scene inside for a while.

Bumper!

There were two more explosions, and there was a sudden silence in the smoke.

After a while, when the smoke and dust cleared, I saw Qiu Wanfeng standing there in embarrassment, his arms hanging there like noodles.

"The so-called iron palm, but that's it! I think you will change your name in the future, and it will be called paper palm, and it will be paper-paste. Saburo Ito's face was full of sarcasm.

"Poof!" Qiu Wanfeng was so embarrassed and angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and Li Changfeng hurriedly called someone to help him back.

This scene made Huaxia's side, all silent, the iron palm Qiu Wanfeng is not an opponent, who else can be an enemy?

Everyone immediately looked at Yang Chensheng, obviously, this was everyone's last hope!

Yang Chensheng's face was extremely ugly, he was not much stronger than Qiu Wanfeng's strength, and now that Qiu Wanfeng was defeated, he suddenly beat a drum in his heart.

Yang Chensheng has been famous for many years, and he cherishes his feathers very much, if he loses today, his reputation for the rest of his life will be completely ruined, and he will lose the face of the entire Huaxia.

What's more, Yang Chensheng took the initiative to sit in the main seat before, and said that he was the strength of this competition, if he couldn't defeat Fusang, he would slap himself in the face.

For a while, all kinds of thoughts flickered in Yang Chensheng's heart, and before he took the stage, his momentum was already three points weaker.

In this case, even if he could have won, he would have lost under this mentality.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Suddenly, Yang Chensheng coughed violently, only coughing a few times, and the corners of his mouth actually coughed up blood.

"Elder Yang, Elder Yang, what's wrong with you?" Several martial artists around him suddenly changed their faces greatly, and they stepped forward and asked with great concern.

"The old man's old injury has recurred, I'm afraid I can't fight, hateful, really hateful!" Yang Chensheng said with an unwilling face.

Seeing this scene, everyone lost their voices.

Everyone is not stupid, and many people have already seen that Yang Chensheng deliberately used his injuries to avoid the battle.

Even Yang Chensheng didn't dare to go on stage to face the enemy, is there any hope for others?

Everyone was in despair! I, in the Chinese martial arts world, should I be bullied by others?

"Hahaha, it seems that my junior brother is right, there is no need for Takeda-kun to make a move today, and there is no one on your Huaxia side who is our opponent!" Ito Saburo immediately laughed when he saw this scene.

Although everyone was angry and did not dare, no one dared to come to the stage at this time.

Because last time it was definitely self-inflicted.

Seeing this scene, Li Changfeng slapped the seat suddenly, and was about to step forward to fight.

"I'll do it anyway. Chen Mo grabbed Li Changfeng, then got up and walked in the direction of the ring.

Although the ring has become a ruin at this time, this does not affect the entire competition.

Seeing Chen Mo appear, the people around him were dumbfounded.

Although Li Changfeng had introduced Chen Mo's identity before, everyone didn't take it to heart, because they didn't know Chen Mo, and Chen Mo was too young.

What is the use of such a young man who does not have any fame?

"Although he knew that he would be defeated, and although he knew that he was likely to be disabled, this young man still chose to fight! This kind of spirit is worth learning from! At least, he is much better than that Yang Chensheng!"

Everyone looked at Chen Mo's thin figure, and their eyes were suddenly complicated, except for Li Changfeng, no one believed that Chen Mo could defeat his opponent.

They felt that Chen Mo was just the blood of a Chinese person!

They admired Chen Mo's spirit of daring to show his sword, but they were not optimistic about Chen Mo's strength, including Ito Saburo.

"It seems that you Huaxia really have no one, and you actually sent a hairy boy to the stage!" Ito Saburo said disdainfully.

"We came up with some seniors, you said that the big bullied the small, we came up with young people, you said that we have no one in China, it seems that you Fusang people always like to use strong words and be shameless!" Chen Mo hooked up a touch of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

A cold light flashed in Ito Saburo's eyes, and then he said with a hideous face: "Young man, your courage is commendable, but I will use my strength to tell you what a wrong decision you made when you chose to go to the ring!"

"Then I can only say I'm sorry, because your wish will definitely not come true!" Chen Mo's tone was still indifferent.

"What a big breath! Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!" Ito Saburo said coldly, "Report your name, I won't kill the nameless!"

"My name, the descendants of Yan and Huang!" Chen Mo said word by word, and at the same time, a strong breath, like wolf smoke, rose to the sky!

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