If you want to talk about Li Xiliang's national martial arts strength, even if he really says that he is the first in the world, Teng Feng believes it. The pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info even with his ease of driving the Great Grandmaster of Transformation at will, Fuji Feng even felt that someone told him that there was nothing in the world that could beat Li Xiliang, and he could accept it.

But he's talking about playing tennis, and that's Minamijiro's home stadium!

Whether Li Xiliang's fighting ability is the world's No. 1 is still an open question, but Nanjiro's ability to play tennis must be the best in the world.

"You said you're not good at eating and having fun?" Fuji Feng shook his head with regret and said, "Why do you have to find abuse yourself? ”

"Less nonsense, can I still be afraid of him?" Li Xiliang raised his head, and the momentum from the shop was almost crazy, Sun Boting's level compared to Li Xiliang's current momentum, it was almost like pretending to be a grandson.

"Okay, okay, you're good, right?" Fuji Feng arched his hand and said, "I'm afraid of you." ”

"I'm afraid of a fart!" Li Xiliang's eyes widened, and he said, "Let your kid see the strongest battle of tennis, and pave the way for your future." That's me, I'll tell you, if you change someone else, you beg him to ignore you. ”

"Yo yo yo is amazing." I just watched you blowing here quietly, Fuji Feng sneered in his heart, he was only twenty-four or five years old, and if he could reach the level of national martial arts, he was already a demon that heaven and earth could not tolerate, could the tennis strength still be compared with a lonely character like Nanjiro?

"Don't call the driver, I'll drive." Li Xiliang rolled up his sleeves and smiled: "I can't wait!" ”

Facts have proved that Li Xiliang is indeed an old driver, and his drift level may be no less than that of Fujiwara Takumi, and he arrived at Echizen's house in just ten minutes. Teng Feng can be regarded as having practiced national arts, but he was played by Li Xiliang's drift this time, and he almost vomited his entire stomach.

"Your uncle, if you have the ability, you can go to the second ring of the fourth and ninth cities and drive like this?" Teng Feng covered his stomach and scolded his mother, Li Xiliang, this guy, whether it is thick-skinned or urine, this attribute is exactly the same as Teng Feng, but each attribute has crushed Teng Feng I don't know how many times, Fuji Feng is more aggrieved than looking at himself when he looks at Li Xiliang.

"It's not like I haven't done it." Li Xiliang sneered: "If you have time to come to Sijiu City, I'll take you to feel it?" ”

Fuji Feng's eyes widened, and he held back a sentence for a long time, "Okay, you can do it." ”

Teng Feng simply coaxed, unconvinced and waiting to find abuse?

"Master, this is my friend," entering the broken temple, Fuji Feng stretched out his hand and introduced: "My master, Echizen Nanjiro." ”

"Hello." Li Xiliang's face did not change in the slightest, and the smile on his cynical face was even more meritocratic, no different from ordinary fishing lines, and he reached out and shook it with Nanjiro.

But looking at Minamijiro, on the other hand, his face was very solemn, which had never been done before. To say that Nanjiro is essentially the same kind of person as Fuji Feng and Li Xiliang, but his skin thickness and urine are much worse than the two.

But despite this, he has never seen the crazy Nanjiro show such a solemn look to anyone, his relaxation, from his self-confidence, in this world, there is no one who can bring him a threat, so he is bored, and he is also looking forward to the next generation.

But the man in front of him gave him a significantly different feeling, and Nanjiro's outstretched hand was even a little trembling.

Li Xiliang didn't use his strength, if he used his strength, Nanjiro's entire palm would have been crushed into powder long ago, and he didn't release the momentum of national arts, because Fuji Feng didn't feel it, and Nanjiro, who had never practiced martial arts, couldn't feel it even more.

The only explanation is that he released a momentum that invisibly belongs to the strength of tennis, and this momentum level is too high, or it is too well restrained by Li Xiliang, so Fuji Feng didn't feel it, but it clearly brought an impact to Nanjiro.

"You are ......" Nanjiro, even when he was fighting in the world, there was no one who could make him treat him so cautiously, and asked cautiously, "Nakakuni?" ”

"You know this, it's worthy of Minamijiro!" Li Xi praised absentmindedly in his conscience, what is worthy of Nanjiro, Nanjiro is a tennis player, not a fortune teller, what does being able to know your identity as a Zhongguo person has to do with being worthy of Nanjiro?

"I don't dare to say in the world whether there are masters in my own land, I still know." Nanjiro's meaning is obvious, there is no one in the whole world, or even in the world, who can make him a master, how arrogant is this, and what kind of self-confidence?

"Only the old country to the west, I have always had respect." Nanjiro stared at Li Xiliang's eyes and said slowly: "A place where incredible miracles will happen." ”

"You've won a prize." Li Xiliang took out Fuji Feng's racket and said, "My playing style is the same as Teng Feng, so why don't you serve first?" ”

"No problem." Nanjiro nodded, his body shook, and the purple-black terrifying samurai image swung his sword towards Li Xiliang.

The starting point is the strongest in the fifth realm of the different dimensions!

"Since you already know my catties, are you tempting me like this?" Li Xiliang frowned, and with a flick of the racket in his hand, he hit the ball back, as if it was an insignificant piece of dust, "Take out your real skills, otherwise it's very boring." ”

"Interesting!" Nanjiro laughed, untied the wide monk's robe on his body, tied it around his waist, and turned out to be naked, revealing a body of fine muscles, and said, "It's been a long time since I've been so happy, come!" ”

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Nanjiro's strength is not at all what Fuji Feng can imagine now, he stood behind Li Xiliang, only to feel that there was a whole universe pressing over him. Eruption, forbearance, operation, order, infinity, time, space, infinity, all-encompassing.

If there is an existence that is closest to God in the field of tennis, or that there is an existence that can be called a god, it must be such an existence, it must be such a Nanjiro!

"Smack!"

But what surprised Fuji Feng even more was still to come, Li Xiliang stood in place, his racket just waved slightly, as if he was dusting off the wind so casually, and he easily blocked all the attacks that Nanjiro seemed to contain a whole universe of reason. Fuji Feng stood less than a meter behind Li Xiliang, but Nanjiro's power that could destroy a mountain was not felt by him in the slightest.

Li Xiliang's ease was the same as playing against Fuji Feng at the Kanto Stadium after the game with the Ice Emperor that day. With the same movement, the same posture, shoot back with your hands. The person opposite, whether it is Fujimine or Minamijiro, or a layman who can't play tennis, seems to have no difference at all to him.