[Molested for a long time?] Are you all dead? Do I want you to eat dry rice? The old gentleman's face suddenly sank.

Ah Bao lowered his head in fear and said: [Boss, these people are all members of the Eight Miscellaneous Society, that big man has injured our two brothers just now, and said that they are not interested in compensating for the loss, and if they want to get out, I am afraid they can only use their guns, and the newly appointed director of the Dongjing City Metropolitan Police Department has been targeting us recently, so ......] He saw that the old gentleman's expression was as cold as ice, and he hurriedly raised his right hand and made a secret gesture in his ear.

Just in the distance, a Sven man with glasses sitting in front of the slot machine smiled and put his hand into his arms and was about to make a move, when an abnormal situation appeared.

A young figure, with a hand lightly resting on the back of the burly man's head, the R-man excitedly threw an elbow backwards, but did not hit anything but air, and then his head was lifted with a nightmare like an irresistible force, and then pressed down again.

[Boom-]

With a loud bang, there was a humanoid hole on the solid and beautiful dark green table.

[Okay, boss, you're doing a great job, you should give these little R countries some color to see.] The person who spoke was Xu Xiangqian, and the person who made the shot was naturally Yang Aiqian, whom he called the boss.

It's just that Yang Aiqian didn't answer Xu Xiangqian's words, but took out a handkerchief from his pocket with an expressionless face, threw it on the ground after wiping his hands, and then hooked a chair, stepped on it with both feet, and looked at the R people who were knocked unconscious on the ground and said slowly: [We Chinese people have a saying that you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! It's okay for you to scold people, but it's not okay to scold Chinese people. ]

After seeing the unconvinced scene of the R people, Yang Aiqian sneered proudly: [What, are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, stand up. ]

[Baga, you're looking for death!] The R-nation man roared and stood up, and struck again.

But before he came closer, Yang Aiqian's beautiful high-pressure leg was directly slashed on his shoulder, which was like a huge force of thousands of pounds, which crushed the shoulders of the R people, and his legs couldn't support it for a while, so he softened, and he actually knelt on the ground, and then made a dark sound.

Yang Aiqian said coldly: [Now Zhilu Dao kneels? You people from country R are cheap bones, and if you don't beat you, you won't work. ]

A few big men of the R country who followed this burly man next to him, when they saw that the other party was so arrogant, they were all moved, and they wanted to come forward and teach Yang Ai a good lesson.

The corners of Yang Ai's mouth curled, he shook his fingers in front of his eyes, and said: [Yours, no. ]

[Baga!] What are you talking about? Several R country big men shot at the same time.

Ah Bao next to him was about to signal his brothers to help, but was stopped by the old gentleman and said: [Let's take a look first, this young man is quite interesting. ]

Looking at this time in the field, with a pair of three, the young Yang Aiqian's immature body was like a tiger descending the mountain, dodging the attack of the three, and the left foot also stepped forward into a left lunge in an instant, the body bent down in an instant, the index finger and middle finger of the left hand, and the thumb opened instantly, forming an eagle claw, and grabbed the arm of one of them at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, his left hand grabbed the man's arm, and then the three fingers suddenly gathered together, only to hear a crisp sound, The arm of the big man of country R had already shrugged down, and he couldn't exert any strength.

These three R people are all ordinary people, their strength is very limited, and they have almost no strength, in the face of Yang Aiqian's entry-level existence, if he hadn't made a measured move, they would have hung up a long time ago.

Yang Ai, who was only seventeen years old, had an almost terrifying amount of power, the root of which was the Mixed Yuan Divine Skill and the ancient Buddhist scripture "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", the Mixed Yuan Divine Skill is naturally mysterious, but the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra also has an indescribable magical power, in the process of reading these days, he not only obtained the mysterious power of Buddhism, but even his own body has obtained great purity.

The Mixed Yuan Holy Body is a terrifying physique, and under the refining of the Supreme Heavenly Scripture of the Ancient Buddha Sect, it is even more perverted, and such a body is even stronger than his own strength.

At the same time of refining the body, Yang Aiqian also conducted a very in-depth study of the human body, he is familiar with the various departments of the human body, joints, acupuncture points, etc., now he is very familiar with the connection of the bones of the human body, the reason why he grabbed the opponent's arm just now is also because the arm is a skeleton contact point, so you can use the least strength to remove the opponent's two arms instantly, so that it loses the ability to fight.

There will be two if there is one, after the first person is removed from the arm, followed by the second person, the third person, these movements are almost completed in an instant, turning, bending elbows, bending, unloading bones, in one go, coherent and powerful, the three of them are not even clear

Bai Lai's arms had already been unloaded, and he was lying on the ground howling like a rolling gourd.

[Baga!] You... You...... Who are you? The burly man asked.

The corners of Yang Ai's mouth curled, and he said loudly: [It's easy to say...... I am from Huaxia. As soon as the words fell, I only heard two crisp applause.

[Baga!] Good...... What a ...... A Chinese man, I, Taro Izawa, ask you for advice. As he spoke, a tall man like a Buddhist King Kong pushed away everyone and appeared in front of Yang Ai.

Looking for the sound, Yang Aiqian saw that the other party was wearing a wide R country kimono, stepping on clogs, with a shiny bald head, and sparse yellow hair on his face, looking like a degenerate gorilla from a distance, and his face was extremely hateful.

[Don't dare to ask for advice, it's okay for everyone to talk to each other.] Yang Aiqian said this, but his eyes narrowed, because he observed more carefully, and when he looked at the other party's momentum, he knew that the other party was by no means an idle person, and it should be the so-called warrior of country R.

[Okay, brave enough, there aren't many people who can say this in front of my Taro Izawa.] This gorilla of country R smiled coldly, and then put the clogs under his feet on the ground very gently, placed them neatly, and then clasped his palms together and slapped it, as if he was worshipping a certain god of country R.

[Taro Izawa!] You are the best, you are the hero of our Eight Miscellaneous Society, hurry up and defeat this hateful Huaxia pig. When the people of R saw this, they all roared feverishly.

You must know that Taro Izawa is a famous ** fighter of the Eight Miscellaneous Society, and now someone dares to accept his challenge, and he is also a minor teenager, which is obviously tired of living and looking for death, for these little R people with eyes above the top, Taro Izawa has already become an undefeated myth in the Eight Miscellaneous Society, an outsider, or a Hong Kong person who dares to challenge his authority is simply the Buddha shaving his head and deliberately finding fault.

In the four heavens of the Qi refining period, Yang Ai saw through Taro Izawa's strength at a glance.

In the wild shouts of the people of the R country, Taro Izawa turned his head and smiled fiercely at Yang Aiqian: [You don't seem to be from Huaxia City, you won't even have a coffin if you die here.] ]

Yang Aiqian replied coldly: [Don't worry about this, our Huaxia people's blood is thicker than water, so as long as there are Huaxia people, no one will look at me and I don't even have a coffin.] As he spoke, he turned to the other Chinese people in the hall and said loudly: "Do you say? ]

One sentence sets off a thousand waves!

[Yes!] We've got your back! Where there are Chinese people, they will help each other. The Chinese people in the audience were boiling.

The old gentleman who was watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but sigh in his heart: [It's been a long time since I've seen the Chinese people so united.] ]

[Humph!] Needless to say, let me teach you a good lesson with my fists today. Taro Izawa let out a loud roar, and in the roar, he seemed to be very unhappy with the actions of the Huaxia people.

Those people from country R also began to shout, saying: [Jing Zejun, cripple that Huaxia kid, let him know what is the power of country R, defeat him!] ]

[Come on, teach that guy a good lesson, kick him in the head, and let him know how good you are!] ]

[Long live the country of R!] Long live the Emperor! Down with him! ]

Bursts of shouts kept ringing in the hall, and even a person from country R pulled off his tie, broke the buttons of his shirt, shouted hoarsely, and waved his fists, showing the disgusting image of the inferior people of a small country, Taro Izawa roared like a gorilla a few times, then glanced at Yang Aiqian on the opposite side proudly, and then stood in the middle of the field, and then looked at the corner of Yang Aiqian's mouth at this moment, reached out to unbutton the shirt buttons, and then slowly took off the shirt.

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