1309 practiced with the master

"How come I've never seen him?"

Song Ying tilted her head and looked at the ring curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know, I know all the martial artists in this seaside city. Every year, the league, the people who come here, I also know in my heart. But this man ...... You see his sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, but I've never seen him before. ”

"Not impressed at all?"

"No, is it a new martial artist?"

Song Ying thought about it, "But...... Recently, I haven't heard of any martial arts halls moving from other places. On our side, the new hall owner is here, and you have to worship the mountain in a martial arts hall, which is the rule. ”

"I see, but it could also be a chivalrous tourist passing by like me. ”

"It's also possible, let's see first. ”

The host ordered the game to begin, and the guy with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks shouted directly.

"Stop talking about it! I'll tell you the truth, I'm not a brain-dead martial artist!"

His shout caused everyone around him to look sideways, and said in his heart, what kind of person is this, how can he speak wildly at this martial arts competition?

"Huaxia martial artist, it's just a girl's kung fu with fists and embroidered legs! I have practiced karate in the island country since I was a child, and this is the skill used in fighting!"

The man was dyed with yellow hair, and his expression was arrogant, as if he could not be beaten.

"your fart!"

"What a, get out of here!"

The man's rude behavior immediately angered the surrounding martial artists and the audience. Haibin City is good at martial arts, and at this time, a man who doesn't know what to call appears, scolding Chinese martial arts, isn't this tantamount to hatred?

"Humph!"

Huang Mao looked at the shouting people around him, he sneered, turned around directly, and kicked off the flagpole hanging with the seaside league flag next to him!

"See, you idiots. ”

Huang Mao's face was full of pride.

"Daring! Lawlessness!"

"Day your ancestor!"

"Why are you insulting Chinese martial arts, and return your country, aren't you Chinese?"

The shouting and scolding around him became louder, but Huang Mao hugged his arms and mocked, "A group of ignorant and backward guys have the ability to come up and fight me." If anyone can beat me, I will admit that your Chinese martial arts are indeed good, and I will apologize to you personally. If you can't, you'll have to admit that Huaxia martial arts are rubbish! Don't practice this brain-dead thing in the future!"

Song Ying was also so angry that the little girl was trembling, her lips were purple, and her ponytail was swaying.

"I'm going to go up and beat this idiot!"

"There's no rush. ”

Li Fanchengfu is much more advanced than her, so although he is angry, he can endure it first and take a look.

"Your Excellency has such a big breath!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the side. There is indescribable chic and pride in this voice.

The crowd followed the sound, turned their heads, and suddenly all of them rejoiced.

The one who spoke was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a dignified appearance. He was wearing a white military uniform, holding his arms, and the words "True Dragon Gym" were printed on his back.

"Oh, it's Brother Liang!"

Song Ying was also very happy to see this man, and couldn't help clapping her hands, "He's not happy, it seems that that kid is finished!"

"Brother Liang, who is it?"

Li Fan became curious.

"He's our five-time league champion in a row!"

Song Ying looked at the young man with a look of adoration, and little stars began to appear in her eyes again, "We people from Haibin City, who doesn't know his name?" The owner of the True Dragon Dao Pavilion, the descendant of the True Dragon's fast legs, Liang Guobiao!"

"This man is very powerful?"

Li Fan asked.

"It's not just amazing, his real dragon fast legs are simply today's magic skills!"

Song Ying was very envious when she said it, "The martial artists of our seaside city all look to him as the horse. I just don't know, the Seven Heroes Boxing you learned, compared with Brother Liang and Curator Liang's real dragon fast legs, I don't know which is stronger or weaker. ”

"Our Seven Heroes Fist is certainly powerful, but it also has shortcomings. ”

Li Fan was humble for a moment, "The world's martial arts are broad and profound, even if it is a small Five Tiger Broken Door Knife, it has its subtleties! I really want to see what kind of strong method this Pavilion Director Liang's real dragon fast legs are." ”

"If Brother Liang wants to make a move, you and I will be lucky enough to see it!"

"Then do you think this Brother Liang will make a move?"

"That's not easy to say, let's take a look at the strength of this yellow hair! Maybe he's just bragging!"

Song Ying especially looked down on this yellow hair, not only her, everyone here was unhappy with this yellow hair, and they couldn't wait to go up and give him two slaps.

"Liang Guobiao?"

Huang Mao glanced at the owner of the True Dragon Dao Pavilion, and his face was full of sarcasm, "I heard that you have very good legs, I don't know if it's in vain, why don't you come up and let me take a look?"

"Since you want to see my real dragon fast legs, it's fine. ”

That Liang Guobiao is also a bit of a city government, and when he heard this, although his expression was cold, he was not angry or annoyed.

"Hey, Brother Liang, this kind of little crumb, why do you need to make a move, just leave it to me!"

A middle-aged man in a red military uniform next to him said, pressed his palm into the ring, and immediately jumped up and stood in front of Huang Mao.

"Hey, it's Uncle Wu! He's the heir of Iron Fist, and he was also a top four character in previous years, which is quite powerful!"

Song Ying is like a treasure for these martial arts practitioners in Haibin City.

"Well, it's better for him to go and fight the outpost. ”

"Hey, how can it be an outpost!"

Song Ying reminded Li Fan, "Uncle Wu is amazing! His iron fist, I can't even pass three moves!"

"Oh, so powerful?"

Li Fan was a little interested, but Huang Mao didn't care, and hooked his finger at this Uncle Wu, "Old man, it's up to you, you also want to fight with me, go home and buy vegetables!"

"Stinky boy, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

"You are stupid. ”

Huang Mao pursed his lips, "If you want to die, come on." ”

Uncle Wu immediately jumped over, wrapped iron wire and steel rings around his arms, rubbed a few times, and smashed down on the yellow hair.

"Dang!"

Huang Mao raised his foot and kicked the iron wire and steel ring wrapped around Uncle Wu's wrist. Uncle Wu also took two steps back under the force, his face was pale, his arms were sore, and he couldn't lift up any strength.

"Old bastard, go down!"

Huang Mao took a step forward and slapped Uncle Wu's heart with another palm. Uncle Wu spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew out of the ring, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh my God......"

"This guy is amazing......"

It's a mess around.

"Don't panic, call the ambulance team!"

Liang Guobiao was very calm, he commanded, the surroundings quieted down, and the medical team on the side hurriedly carried this Uncle Wu away.

"The people of your country are really garbage. ”

Huang Mao sneered repeatedly, "Does anyone dare to practice with Ye?"