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"Yaga." The Japanese mustachioed man listened to the conversation between Liu Sheng and the owner of the Wu Pavilion and realized that they had been tricked, as if the goods in the mall were being bought, and suddenly stood up from the Taishi chair with a slap of the table, staring at Liu Sheng coldly with triangular eyes, and a strong murderous aura burst out unabashedly.

"My mouth stinks." Liu Sheng changed his laziness just now, his feet seemed to shrink into inches, and the distance of nearly twenty meters from the Japanese mustache seemed to be the end of the world.

Yamaki Sao was shocked and angry, looking at the giant palm falling from the sky, his whole body was facing huge pressure, and even a little finger movement was wishful thinking, too fast, he had no room to react.

"Smack"

The sudden crisp sound made the people who were talking about it stunned for a while, and the whole courtyard fell silent, only a few unknown birds were chirping in the trees, and everyone stared at Liu Sheng's fair and slender right hand in shock, and they couldn't imagine how a thin young man could exert an astonishing amount of force, and actually slapped Yamaki Zuo of the eighth section of karate away.

Look at Yamaki Sao lying on the ground, everyone is related, it's karate eight dans, not cabbage, and he was defeated like this? Could it be that we are collectively dazzled, although there is a sneak attack, but the distance of twenty meters is enough for anyone to have time to react.

"Yamaki-kun, Yamaki-kun, wake up. You wake up. The Japanese karate owners who reacted flew up. Holding Yamaki Sao's swollen pig-like head, his head kept shaking. If it weren't for the faint sound of breathing, everyone would have thought he was dead.

"You, who are you, why did you stop us from kicking the gym, and beat Yamamu-kun so badly." Takeyama Masahide looked at Yamaki Sao's miserable appearance, and had to step forward to ask Liu Sheng, who made him the representative of the Japanese karate martial arts hall owners.

"Who organized you to kick the hall, am I the master of the Wu Pavilion?" Liu Sheng pointed to his nose and asked Wu Shengli a little inexplicably.

Looking at Liu Sheng's appearance, Wu Shengli couldn't cry or laugh. But he was more afraid of Liu Sheng's skills, but now he was more assured that Liu Sheng would deal with those Korean sticks and Japanese devils alone.

He hugged his fists at Takeyama Masahide and said with a smile: "Mr. Takeyama, there is no precedent for our Yuanheng Martial Arts Pavilion to be cowardly and escape before a fight, and we welcome you to come and challenge at any time." However, this little brother said that everything must come first and come first, since the little brother has looked for you before, I am not good at trespassing, if you want to challenge our Yuanheng Martial Arts Hall first, then you have to respect the opinion of the little brother. After all, we are all from the country of etiquette, and we can't forget our roots just because we have joined the French nationality. ”

Wu Shengli pointed at Liu Sheng, and kicked the ball directly to Takeyama Zhengxiu. Let him choose.

Takeyama Masahide secretly scolded the old fox, and bowed deeply to Liu Sheng cheekily, "This gentleman, I think there should be some misunderstanding between us, is it after we finish challenging the Yuanheng Martial Arts Pavilion, let's discuss the date of the kicking hall, and how about the specific location?" ”

Uh, that's okay too? Liu Sheng looked at this Zhushan Zhengxiu is simply Guo Degang's possession, people can't be shameless to this extent, oh yes, they are not human, but once they have the opportunity, they will definitely eat people.

"You said another day, another day, Lao Tzu doesn't have that much time, but I can give you a choice, you can go together, or you can fight on wheels, just like you targeted the Yuanheng Martial Arts Pavilion, but there is one thing, if you fail, immediately close the Martial Arts Gym, roll back to your own country for me, don't swagger outside." Liu Shengcai didn't want his request, and today he came here to challenge the Korean and Japanese martial arts hall to relieve his boredom.

"Let me tell you, if it weren't for someone around me saying that Japanese martial arts and Korean taekwondo are the most powerful in the world, I wouldn't be idle to challenge you, and if you want to complain, blame your compatriots." A hint of insidiousness flashed in Liu Sheng's eyes, and he fell into the well, sowing discord, and making it easy.

Baga, Takeyama Masahide's face turned white, who was talking nonsense to provoke such a bad god, he had the heart of chopping up the person who spoke and feeding the dog, and he could gain a foothold in France, but they don't know how much Lu Dao paid to occupy the remote corner of Chinatown.

If it weren't for the fact that he heard that the Paris City Government was going to continue to renovate Chinatown in depth, so that they saw the opportunity for development, they had to unite the Korean martial arts hall to come to the Chinese martial arts hall to kick the gym, and formulated a perfect strategy for each breakthrough, but he didn't expect that just because of one sentence, their plan was in vain, and he didn't think that his gang was Liu Sheng's opponent.

Check, you must check, no matter how much it costs, you have to find out who it is, and when the time comes, I must cut this person to pieces one by one in order to eliminate the hatred in my heart, Takeyama Masahide thought viciously in his heart.

"Takeyama-kun, you are too ashamed, since you Japanese people are cowards, this battle will be ended by our Republic of Korea." Han Zhiyong, who had been sitting firmly in the Diaoyutai platform, stood up, looked at Takeyama Masahide with disdain, and said in an arrogant tone.

In his opinion, although Liu Sheng is powerful, he has to admit that none of them have a more powerful figure than Liu Sheng, but he believes that two fists are invincible to four hands, and Liu Sheng will definitely not be able to withstand the joint blows of a dozen of them who are at least the eighth stage of taekwondo, and they may be able to get rid of the Japanese, and they monopolize the interests of the Yuanheng Martial Arts Pavilion.

"Please, Han San." Takeyama Masahide immediately bowed deeply to Han Zhiyong and said solemnly.

Damn, this Japanese is really shrewd, and actually came up with the idea of letting the Korean stick take the lead, and it is estimated that the representative of this Korean stick is a stupid X, who was sold and counted the money to others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please, this battle is about the honor of our Republic of Korea, and I hope you will work together." Han Zhiyong accepted Takeyama Masahide's bow with a big grin, and then said solemnly to the hall owner present.

The Korean pavilion owners stood up solemnly one by one, bowed to Han Zhiyong, and surrounded Liu Sheng without saying a word.

"Shout, sure enough, you Koreans have a shameless backbone, today I came to France, I will seek justice for Napoleon, I really don't know how similar Napoleon is to your Korean stick." Liu Sheng was full of mockery, and couldn't help but mock as he looked at the dead faces of the poker people around him.

"Bastard." Liu Sheng's words touched their sensitive nerves, and they couldn't help but kick Liu Sheng sideways.

The reason why the Korean sticks prove that this or that has their Korean blood is just a national inferiority complex, hoping to enrich their empty history through some historical celebrities, so that they would rather let the world laugh at what Caesar, Napoleon, Cao Cao, Zhuge Liang and others joined the Korean nationality.

"Ahh Ellijie looked at Liu Sheng who was besieged in horror, her hands were clenched together, her fingers were white and she didn't pay attention, she was kind and regretted that Liu Sheng came here, in her opinion, Liu Sheng was definitely not the opponent of a group of taekwondo masters, but she saw with her own eyes that her friend's instructor could kick and break a three-inch thick plank.

The Chinese pavilion owners next to him all shook their heads secretly, too big, still too young, I don't know the severity of the road, I don't know the depth of the road, if you are kicked by these Korean hall owners, you will have to peel off the skin, Master Yue of the Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall even took out his mobile phone, ready to call the emergency number at any time.

"Miss Ellie, don't be nervous, we can have a cup of coffee and chat in a while." Liu Sheng looked at the shadow of his legs in the sky and looked impenetrable, but there were many flaws, it was not worth mentioning at all in his eyes, and the cracking was only in an instant, so he had the opportunity to chat with Ellie, as for those big men, Liu Sheng was too lazy to take care of them, how could they have beauties pleasing to the eye.

Although the taekwondo practiced by these hall masters is from the same source and can be superimposed on each other to improve their power, they are not brothers from the same sect at all, and their personal habits are even different.

The shadow of the legs in the sky was about to completely submerge Liu Sheng, and those Korean pavilion owners were even more hideous, and there was a little more pride on their faces, and their single leg was even faster by a few points, which was clearly a prelude to Liu Sheng's abolition.

Liu Sheng's eyes were cold, and suddenly his body was shortened, and instead of retreating, he went straight into the arms of the Golden Pavilion Master, raised his right hand again, and slapped it towards his face. The owner of the Golden Pavilion looked at the slap that attacked, and then realized why Yamaki Safu couldn't dodge, Nima couldn't dodge at all, and his body was locked by Liu Sheng's breath, as if he was bound by Wan Jun's chain.

"Smack."

The crisp slap sounded again, and the net-like attack was immediately punched out of a gap, and Master Jin was thrown out like a broken sack that had been thrown away, and Liu Sheng's body was completely shrunk in Master Jin's arms, like a lazy cat, and flew out immediately.

"Boom."

Everyone looked at Liu Sheng in a daze, the concise and lightning-like attack, the essence of steady, accurate, and ruthless Chinese martial arts was vividly expressed, and the attack of the seemingly indestructible heaven and earth net was simpler than tearing up a thin piece of white paper, and the people who couldn't help but shudder couldn't help but shudder, and thought in frustration, Nima, is this still a human? (To be continued......)