"I'm cǎo, the little devil has also started to write the whole classical Chinese, thinking that Lao Tzu, the future historian, came for nothing? Lao Tzu wanted to come to the stage and teach him the format of classical Chinese. The white fat man jumped like thunder and rubbed his hands.

"Zhen Shao, remember to take a good guy when you go up." Ning Hao glanced at the white fat man who jumped but didn't take half a step forward, and teased.

"That's right, Brother Hao, no matter how high your martial arts are, if you knock him down with one shot, if you get him, I'll teach him again." The white fat man is naturally not stupid, his eyes rolled, and he said.

Ning Hao rolled his eyes, if he could use a gun, there would be at least a dozen people on the field who could handle him, and it would be his turn to get his little pistol out.

"Okay, he's looking for a master, isn't my brother a master?" Gao Ming stood up, and Shi Shiran walked forward.

"I'll go, brother, you have to at least get a brick and go up." The white fat man was a little dumbfounded for a while, and his head obviously hadn't turned around yet.

"Haha, then you can throw a piece for my brother later." Gao Ming seemed to walk slowly, but his speed was extremely fast, and he didn't look back to make a joke.

It wasn't until he walked to the front of the ring and went up the steps that Liang Wendong and San Weiguo came back from their sluggishness, looked at each other in horror, and sweated profusely.

"Who is this person? Why haven't you seen it? ”

"I don't know, it's probably not a boxer in the boxing ring, right?"

"He and Mr. Liang sat together just now, it seems that they are Mr. Liang's friends!"

"It's a pity, this young man is really ignorant, this is a life and death boxing ring, not a place for stunned youths and strong fighting spirits."

After watching Gao Ming, who was wearing ordinary jeans and a T-shirt, prepare to go to the ring, everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and then they were in a commotion, and they all spoke out to inquire about Gao Ming's situation.

So although everyone was angry at Chiba Toichiro's provocation, no one was optimistic about Gao Ming, let alone Gao Ming, who looked like a college student, Long Zewu, a famous martial artist in Ludong who was dancing a steel spear and ox fork just now, had not gone through three moves in the Japanese swordsman, and now he was still under the knife of others and did not dare to move.

There were already people shaking their heads and sighing in the audience, the young man fell to the ground is a young man, just with blood, but he doesn't care about the consequences, this is a life and death fight, and being killed by the other party is really a vain death.

"Mr. Gao, wait." After losing his mind, Liang Wendong screamed, and he was so anxious that he ran directly to the ring like burning his buttocks.

People who are familiar with President Liang Wendong and Liang Da definitely dare to say that even the newlywed Liang Wendong never ran so fast when he entered the cave room.

Liang Wendong knew who Gao Ming was, it was a member of the Gao family. Liang Wendong knew in his heart that Gao Ming was not just as simple as the Gao family, he was also the precious grandson that Xingbang had just recovered, the son of Gao Zikai, the director of the Military Intelligence Department.

In case Gao Ming has an accident here, even if Liang Wendong has the support of the Zhang family behind him, it will be useless, not to mention whether this boxing stadium can continue, it is himself, I am afraid that he will be forced to leave the country and spend the rest of his life incognito.

So Liang Wendong dared to let Li Zhenfeng come to power, but he never dared to let Gao Ming go, there is an old Chinese saying that the son of a daughter can't sit down, which describes Gao Ming.

Looking at Liang Wendong, who was anxious and rushed over from the audience, Gao Ming, who had not yet stepped into the ring, shook his head and said: "Mr. Liang, this friend of the Japanese country wants to see our Chinese martial arts, and I have practiced rough fist and foot kung fu for a few days, so I came up to practice with him."

"Mr. Gao, you ...... You come down first, this ...... It's not a battle of wills! ”

Where will Liang Wendong care what Gao Ming says? He can only pull Gao Ming off the ring at the moment, because he really can't afford Gao Ming's injury or loss.

"Hehe, Mr. Liang, I have some spirit, and I have to fight." The corners of Gao Ming's mouth curled slightly, but his eyebrows were as sharp as knives.

Gao Ming's nature is indifferent, and many mundane things in the world can't arouse his much interest, but he loves to read, and there is a master who doesn't know how many historical vicissitudes he has experienced, and he has a kind of almost paranoid stubbornness about the country and the nation since he was a child.

There are some things that can be taken as they come, but there are still some things that he must fight for, no matter what happens to him in the future, his bloodline is the Chinese nation, and his roots are in China.

An indescribable momentum overwhelmed Liang Wendong for a moment, and watched Gao Ming calmly lift the ring rope and walk onto the stage.

"Mr. Liang, why did you let Mr. Gao go up? This is something big. Why don't I go up and replace him? Scattered Weiguo paused on the side, and at this time, he didn't care that Liang Wendong was his top boss, and said with a little blame.

"You go up? How many cuts do you think you can hold? Liang Wendong replied with a bitter face, his eyes staring at Gao Ming, who had just stepped into the ring.

Gritting his teeth, he didn't care about any unruly rules, put his hands behind his back and made a few gestures, this is an order, all the security personnel with firearms, keep an eye on the Japanese people, if Gao Ming falls into the downwind, shoot and kill the Japanese people.

In order to prevent Gao Ming from having an accident here, Liang Wendong is also out of the way, the gym can open something else if it is closed, and he Liang Wendong can do something else if he can't do business, but Gao Ming can't have an accident.

The white fat man who should have been more nervous over there was much calmer than Liang Wendong and San Weiguo, looking at Li Zhenfeng and Ning Hao, who were calm, his eyes rolled, and said, "Old man, Brother Hao, aren't you two protecting our brothers?" Don't you think it's dangerous? ”

"What's the danger of fighting with a little man? A slap made him so slap that he didn't know the north, south, south, and north. Li Zhenfeng said disdainfully.

Yes, my cousin has become a super master, but this thing that often loses his life is not based on size, the white fat man is a little dumbfounded.

If he knew that since Gao Ming took out that needle, Li Zhenfeng regarded Gao Ming as a master of his level, and the white fat man would not be so stupid.

And in the ring, the knife was still on Long Zewu's neck, and the corner of Chiba Toichiro's eyes swept Gao Ming, who quietly walked into the ring, and he no longer paid attention, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule, and in the face of Long Zewu, whose pale face and trembling legs but refused to kneel, he said softly: "Huaxia seems to be really no one, and there is only one Leng boy who plays a lonely hero to save you." I'll give you one last chance, kneel, and I'll just need your arm, otherwise, you'll never enjoy the warmth of the sun again. ”

When Long Zewu heard this, his face turned even pale, and his body trembled.

As soon as Gao Ming came to power, Long Zewu was already in despair. If it was the old man who defeated the invincible Ross Boxing King, he should still have hope of life, but now, there was a twenty-year-old Leng boy who rushed up, this is not a charcoal in the snow, it is simply adding fuel to the fire.

Ling Ran, a master of the sword in the Wa Kingdom, may not wait for the next moment, he will make a move.

To tell the truth, in the face of the inevitable death, Long Zewu really wanted to kneel down and beg for his life, but the long-term education of his ancestors made him understand that if he didn't kneel, he would die alone in the sky, and if he knelt, his Long Zewu clan would not be able to stay in Ludong, which was equivalent to the death of the entire clan.

Therefore, although Long Zewu was very frightened, his legs trembled, and he wished that he was about to pee out, but this knee could not be bent no matter what.

"Hehe, very good, you still have a little bit of the so-called backbone of the Huaxia people, I'll let you die decently" A trace of imperceptible anger flashed on Chiba Toichiro's face, and he said lightly without the slightest emotion.

With a flip of his wrist, the shining sword light was like water, and it cut at the neck of Long Zewu, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed.

The next moment, a three-foot-high wave of blood will erupt, brilliant as a flower.

Chiba Toichiro's slightly hideous eyes were filled with a bit of cruel pleasure, perhaps, when the ancestor cut off the heads of the Chinese people seventy years ago, he was also so excited.

The audience was silent, and many people took the initiative to lower their heads, not wanting to see such a tragic scene.

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