"You, Chinese kung fu, are no longer good!"

Kitamiya Taro is actually a militarist in his bones, he has listened to the elders of his family tell some of what he saw and heard in China half a century ago since he was a child, and he knows that this is a country with a lot of land and resources and a strong national self-esteem

The so-called good relations between China and Japan are only officially stated, and more than 80 percent of China has never forgiven this neighbor.

And the same is true for many Japanese entrants, and the white spoon pleasure brought to them by the invasion has made the Japanese militarist forces begin to sprout some bad thoughts again.

Therefore, even if his cousin Kenta Miyamoto opened his mouth, Kitamiya Taro was unwilling to give up this good opportunity to hit the confidence of Chinese students, and he wanted to plant the seeds of Japan's invincibility in the hearts of these students.

"Ye Yao, you come down, I'll compare with him, damn, who's afraid of whom?"

Hearing Beigong Taro's repeated provocations, Xu Zhennan became impulsive again, not only him, but also some other members of the martial arts club clamored, and the scene became chaotic.

Ye Yao looked at Beigong Taro with a strange face and asked, "Do you really want to continue?" ”

Originally, it was Xu Zhennan who accidentally injured Kenta Miyamoto, and the victim was the other party, so Ye Yao didn't think about it with them, but now Beigong Taro has to make an inch, and Ye Yao's heart is also on fire.

"Of course, you won my cousin by disgraceful means, why don't you dare to compete now?"

Although Kitamiya Taro did not learn the family sword technique kendo, but he is a karate black belt seven dan, has won the championship of Japanese domestic karate competitions, and has rich practical experience, if it is not too young at the Asian Games in 94, he will represent Japan in the Asian Games at that time, so Kitamiya Taro is full of confidence in himself.

Seeing that the other party was aggressively entering, Ye Yao said: "Okay, I'll compare with you, no problem, right?" ”

"You...... Can you represent them? Kitamiya Taro didn't know Ye Yao, but for him, it didn't matter who he fought with, as long as he could let China taste the bitter fruits of defeat.

Except for Yu Qingya, Wei Rongrong and Xu Zhennan, there was no understanding of Ye Yao, and naturally he would not have any confidence in him, and that Ah Fei shouted: "Or I'm on it?" ”

"You?" Ye Yao shook his head and said, "Although your Shaolin Tan leg has good basic skills, but the actual combat is too little, let me come." ”

"How do you know I'm practicing Tan legs?"

After hearing Ye Yao's words, Ah Fei was taken aback, because let alone Ye Yao, even if he was in the martial arts club, he didn't know that his kung fu at the bottom of the box was Shaolin Tan Leg.

"Although you are a little fat, you walk like a whip and are very stable, and it is easy to see."

Ye Yao smiled and didn't say much, Tan Leg movements are sharp, coordinated, changeable, fast attack and defense, and distinct rhythm, Li Shanyuan highly admires Ye Yao for a period of time in his early years.

In Chinese martial arts, there has always been a branch of "South Fist and North Leg", and the South Fist here refers to Hong Fist, and the "North Leg" is naturally Tan Leg.

This fist originated in Longtan Temple in Lu Province, so it is called Tan leg, the monk of Songshan Shaolin Temple in the Ming Dynasty entered the Xiangji Zen Master, personally visited the Longtan Temple in Linqing, and the descendants of the Kunlun master passed into the Yuekong Master to meet.

The two monks will Shaolin's Luohan boxing and Linqing Tan leg exchange to learn to keep as a commemoration, and then Shaolin Temple into the Tan leg boxing to be changed and add two ways, so called Shaolin Tan leg.

Hearing Ye Yao's words, he broke his kung fu, Ah Fei showed an unbelievable expression on his face, he didn't understand how Ye Yao, who didn't have the size of a martial artist at all, how did Jing Jing see his kung fu?

"Okay, they all have no opinion, let's just come to this competition."

Ye Yao turned his face to look at Beigong Taro and said: "Japanese karate is just a combination of some Chinese subtle techniques, you come to teach Chinese kung fu, that is, the student is asking the master for advice, I use two hands to bully you, so let's do it, I only use one hand to fight your karate!" ”…,

As Ye Yao spoke, he put his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand slightly, and looked at Beigong Taro with a smile on his face.

"What? With only one hand? ”

"Is this really fake?"

"Boss Xu, who is this friend of yours? It can't be that kind of martial arts, right? ”

As soon as Ye Yao's words came out, the entire venue suddenly exploded, which was really morale-boosting, and the faces of the martial arts club showed excited looks, and they asked Xu Zhennan about Ye Yao's origin.

As for the karate students who came with Kenta Miyamoto, their faces showed anger, Ye Yao's behavior was simply a contempt for the great sport of karate, which made them psychologically unacceptable.

Kitamiya Taro was also furious, and opened his mouth to scold: "Yaga! ”

"Bastard, will you try to scold again?" Ye Yao's face suddenly turned cold, and the speed of changing his face made Beigong Taro feel a chill in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I was rude!"

Kitamiya Taro's title of the seventh dan of the black belt in karate is not for nothing, he has played countless games alone, and his ability to regulate his psychology is very good, and after he was furious, he immediately restrained his mind and bowed to Ye Yao.

"Damn, little Japan is cheap, talk well and play tricks with you, this turn of face is soft." Ye Yao didn't know that Beigong Taro was trying to calm down his excitement, and thought he was afraid?

As if sensing a hint of abnormality from Ye Yao's calm demeanor, Kitamiya Taro became cautious, he took out a strip of cloth from his pocket and tied it to his forehead, and then stood in the middle of the field and put on a karate defensive posture.

Kitamiya Taro's arrogance also meant to provoke the other party, but as soon as this shelf came out, the whole entry became extremely calm, without the slightest intention of making the first move.

"Come on, karate is heavy on offense and not on defense, if I strike first, you won't have much of a chance."

Ye Yao stretched out a finger and hooked it at Beigong Taro, but he returned Beigong Taro's insult to Xu Zhennan just now.

As a result, Beigong Taro could no longer maintain a defensive position, his feet were wrong, and his body slammed into front of Ye Yao, slightly together with the right palm of his hand, and he let out a "ho" cry in his mouth, and split down in front of Ye Yao.

Karate is a perfect combination of strength and skill, and Kitamiya Taro can break twelve bricks with this palm.

Although he didn't use all his strength at the moment, if he hit Ye Yao, he would definitely make Ye Yao lose his combat effectiveness instantly, and he would also leave an extremely serious concussion.

"O!"

Seeing Beigong Taro's ferocious palm, the onlookers in the stadium couldn't help but let out an exclamation, accompanied by Beigong Taro's shout, the power of this palm was no less than Park Jinxi's defeat of Li Feng's kick.

"Humph!"

Looking at the momentum of Beigong Taro's palm, Ye Yao's nose let out a cold snort, but he didn't move at all, just raised his right hand that was blocking his chest.

Just when the other party was about to hit the door in front of him, Ye Yao's right fingertip gently swiped from the elbow socket of Beigong Taro, and Beigong Taro's palm, which was originally full of strength, suddenly hung down softly from Ye Yao's face.

Beigong Taro's reaction was very fast, he didn't even think about how Ye Yao blocked this move, his left leg kicked on the ground violently, his entire body was in the air, and his right knee slammed into Ye Yao's chest fiercely.

"Knee hit? The trick in Thailand, Japan is really a nation without its own culture. ”

In Beijin's opinion, Kitamiya Taro's movements are very coherent, without the slightest pause in between, but in Ye Yao's eyes, Kitamiya Taro is flawed everywhere, and he even has time to evaluate the other party's movements. …,

In the face of the other party's fierce move, Ye Yao's body also did not move, the right hand that had just been blocked suddenly bent up, and an index finger flicked towards Kitamiya Taro's knee.

Ye Yao's move not only surprised everyone, but also made Beigong Taro completely unexpected, a knee that is ready to go, and a weak finger, there is no comparison between the two at all.

Just when the knee made contact with the index finger, and everyone including Kitamiya Taro himself thought that Ye Yao's finger would be broken, Kitamiya Taro's vacated body suddenly froze, and then fell heavily on the mat.

"What's going on?"

"Why did you fall down?"

"Then Japan is also a foreign gun wax rod head, and I don't like to use it?"

This sudden change made the martial arts club inexplicable, and laughed loudly at Kitamiya Taro, and the haze of Li Feng's defeat just now suddenly disappeared.

"Yaga!"

Kitamiya Taro, who fell to the ground, was not injured, and got up as soon as he turned over, with a fierce light in his eyes, and stared at Ye Yao tightly.

"I said, why don't you have a long memory?"

Ye Yao frowned, he just flicked his fingers on the soft tendons of Beigong Taro's thighs just now, and he didn't even release his true qi, it was clear that he was letting him.

Who knew that Beigong Taro Jingran didn't know how to scold him, which made Ye Yao's heart really angry, and the most hated thing about China was Japan's national scolding.

Beigong Taro did not answer Ye Yao's words, but rubbed his body again and pounced, and also hit Ye Yao's head with a palm.

After being blocked out by Ye Yao casually, Beigong Taro took a small half step back, and his right foot, which had already been prepared, suddenly and silently picked up Ye Yao's crotch.

Kitamiya Taro's pick is no longer a kung fu in karate, but a secret technique of the Kitamiya family.

Kitamiya Taro, who has practiced this move since he was a child, can even break four or five green bricks with one kick, and apply it in the battle to make the defense unguardable, and the hit is either dead or injured, and the end is extremely insidious.

"Damn, you still say we don't have martial arts?"

When Kitamiya Taro was still twenty or thirty centimeters away from Ye Yao, Ye Yao felt a cold wind sound coming from his inner thighs.

(To be continued)