"Grass, such garbage, how can you have the courage to argue with our master?"

"This strength can also be used as a gatekeeper? No one can stop anyone when they come in!"

"Qinglong can, for the sake of the master, fight, buddy support you!

The Meng Jiajun swept the security team to pieces, pushing and shoving them to knock off all their dignity.

Even the strongest canopy dog can't stop it, and the hat falls to the ground.

A sound of disdain still echoed in their ears.

Only now did I know that they were not on the same plane at all!

Vainly trying to face hundreds of people with 30 people?

Dream big about spring and autumn!

"Well done! Childe's prestige is not disgraced! Come with me!"

The Jade Rakshasa praised loudly, glared fiercely at the Canggou and other security guards, turned around and led them to the largest private room.

Despite a little accident, it came in a hurry.

The Jade Rakshasa walked behind Leng Yi and gave a brief report on what had just happened outside.

He must be made aware of what has happened in case someone comes looking for him.

Hearing this, Leng Yi's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said lightly:

"You and Qinglong go out to find the hotel, there must be an explanation for this! I am low-key, but it does not mean that anyone can be bullied. Go for it!"

"Yes!"

The Jade Rakshasa straightened his waist, agreed, and left with the green dragon.

Everyone at the scene heard his words and knew that today's affairs were not over.

Bruce Lee heard it, and suddenly said:

"It's unpleasant? Let me tell the hotel, after all, there are some shares in it. If you don't give me face, how can you toss, feel free!"

He was caught in the middle and needed to have a gesture.

Picked up the mobile phone and dialed a number to go out, and was quickly connected, he didn't have any politeness, and said coldly:

"I don't care what you do, now that my friend has been wronged, apologize as soon as possible!

After saying that, just hang up the phone, no more to say.

The mobile phone was placed in his son's hand, his eyes fell on Leng Yi, and he said again:

"Benefactor, your subordinates are really elite soldiers, I look amazing, where do you still need to compete?"

He didn't look at others, it was Meng Jiguo and other ten people, all of whom were full of blood and energy, their eyes were like electricity, and they had the bearing of a grandmaster.

Ten grandmasters like him are enough to support the entire Jeet Kune Do.

The other hundred are all stronger than the nine stars he carefully selected, and they can't be compared.

Li Guosheng, who was standing behind Bruce Lee, kept beating his eyelids, and his legs and stomach were tendoning, inexplicably.

In the morning, my father said that he would summon the nine-star martial artists, and he thought it was a big fuss, but now he knows that the nine-star is not an opponent.

Although his strength is not good, his eyesight is very good, and he can distinguish the temperament, qi and blood and strength of the other party.

As for the nine-star martial artists and eight-star martial artists who were waiting, when they were waiting, they were all kinds of impatient, thinking that Bruce Lee was too high to think of Leng Yi.

Now, one by one, the atmosphere does not dare to come out, and the momentum is completely oppressed by people and cannot be released.

And in terms of strength, the gap is even greater, every time I look at someone, I always feel like I am on my back, and I can't speak.

Sitting on the edge of the table, there is only suffering, and there is no will to fight at all.

Leng Yi heard his words, glanced at the scene, knew that the difference in strength between the two sides was too large, and said lightly:

"Bruce Lee, if not, your people will pick whatever you want and see if you can defeat them. I also want to see what they are capable of!"

He only saw skill, and the real kung fu can only be shown when fighting.

Bruce Lee felt bitter in his heart, if others said so, he could go up and fight hard.

But Leng Yi is different, not only a benefactor, but also the successor of Jeet Kune Do, the stronger the better.

With a smile on his face, he said loudly:

"Okay, just follow the benefactor's words and let them choose for themselves!"

"Martial artists above eight stars, choose their own people to fight, do what they can, I don't want to see anyone strong! Let's start!"

Bruce Lee was really helpless, and the hundred people he brought were completely furnished, and he didn't even have the qualifications to fight.

In the middle of the entire private room, which was originally the wedding podium, has now become a ring for them to fight.

There are more than 20 tables around, and the food has already been set up, waiting for the start of waiting.

Now that Bruce Lee has given the order, it is naturally equivalent to the beginning.

In order not to lose face in Jeet Kune Do, someone turned over and walked into the ring and took the lead in challenging Meng Jiajun.

The Meng family army and everyone sat around the round table, like a statue, expressionless, waiting quietly.

Whoever you want to choose, that's the freedom of the other side, as long as you face it.

Soon an acquired pinnacle was selected and jumped into the makeshift ring.

"Please!"

The eight-star martial artist finally chose a person who thought he was of equal strength, saluted and said hello, put on a posture, and prepared for battle.

"Please!"

Meng Jiajun clenched his fists with both hands, didn't even have a posture, and waited for a shot.

It's like a soldier on review, without the slightest change in mood.

"Ahh

With a loud roar, the big man in a white Jeet Kune Do uniform came with a side kick towards Meng Shouli.

Do your best to be quick and ruthless, and ordinary people will be kicked away if they don't even react.

However, Meng Shouli turned a blind eye and did not react superfluously.

The side kick hit both fists, and it paused suddenly, as if it was kicking on a mountain peak, without even a trace of shaking.

"Impossible!"

Not only the martial artists in the ring, but also the many martial artists of Jeet Kune Do sitting on the other side, all shouted in surprise.

The power of this kick is at least three thousand catties, and with the explosion of true qi, it can kick at least a small tree.

But on the other side, a young man, he couldn't even move.

"You go down, the strength is too poor. If it weren't for the fight, you would have died!"

Meng Shouli's indifferent and cold voice sounded, giving people the feeling of falling into hell.

If you don't move, let others give up completely, and you will be arrogant.

But everyone thinks it's true, he has this strength.

Jeet Kune Do martial artist, I can't imagine where the group of people sitting opposite came from, how can they be so powerful?

You must know that they can become eight-star martial artists, which in itself represents strength.

But it is too shocking to keep them motionless and unable to fight.

Leng Yi's eyebrows couldn't help but move upward, the foundation was solid enough, and his strength was good!

Now, he was a lot more relieved.

The foundation, ingenuity, there is no problem, then there is no need to think about the rest, it is definitely not bad.

With a faint smile on his face, the matter of Jeet Kune Do can be regarded as completely relieved.

Bruce Lee's thoughts are extremely complicated.

The stronger the person brought by Leng Yi, the safer and more immortal Jeet Kune Do will naturally be. Even if you change the name, it's Jeet Kune Do!

However, their strength proves that it is becoming more and more difficult to get them back in the future.

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