Murong Ling raised his chest and looked at the Korean stick with contempt.

"Haha, Huaxia actually let a woman play, are all Huaxia's men cowardly?"

"Who doesn't know, the title of the sick man of East Asia in China is normal!"

……

The Korean stick laughed wildly, as for Murong Ling, he didn't take it to heart at all, just a woman, just one person, you can solve it.

"Master, let me go, these Korean sticks are actually laughing at us men."

As long as a man with a little blood is ridiculed by outsiders, how can he endure it?

"Don't worry, let Xiao Ling make a move first."

For Murong Ling, he is still confident, Murong Ling can reach the black belt, without a little ability, it is impossible.

Uncle Huo comforted everyone, but no one saw it, Su Lin's cold eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and arranged his collar.

If you let Yi Xuan be here, you must know that Su Lin is going to prepare to do it.

Chinese men can't be humiliated!

"Kim Kwon-eun, you go and deal with this little girl."

The Korean coach pointed out one person and glanced at Murong Ling with disdain.

"Don't worry, coach, I'll knock this little girl down with one punch."

Jin Quanen walked up extremely arrogantly, looked at Murong Ling, smiled evilly, and said, "Little lady, if you are willing to accompany me for one night, I can be a little lighter."

Before Murong Ling could speak, the little ghost was furious and roared angrily: "Dog stick, believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you to death with money today, dare to soak my girl?"

When Su Lin heard the little ghost's words, he took a few steps back inintuitively and stood next to the little ghost, which was really a little embarrassed.

"Where did the neurosis come from?"

Kim Kwon Eun heard the little ghost's words and smiled disdainfully, but the little ghost took out his wallet, took out a wad of money, and threw it out without hesitation, just slapping a wad of money on Kim Kwon's cheek.

"Smack!"

Although the noise is not particularly loud, but in public, being slapped in the face is not only a shame?

When the Huaxia boy saw this scene, he laughed out loud, he was originally unhappy to be ridiculed by the Korean stick, and he was really relieved in an instant.

Murong Ling looked at the little ghost and felt a little cute.

"Bastard!"

Kim Kwon-eun, clenched his hands and made a creaking sound, if he hadn't been in the ring, he would have rushed down a long time ago.

"You stupid dick, hit me hard? you monkey! ”

The little ghost's cheap appearance is indeed indebted, but everyone can't say how comfortable it is.

"You wait for Lao Tzu!"

Jin Quanen's eyes were on fire, and even Murong Ling hated him, he decided that Murong Ling must be disfigured, and since he couldn't get it, he would be completely destroyed.

Kim Kwon-eun didn't even say a word, rushed forward quickly, raised his arm, and punched down in an instant.

"Damn, shameless!"

"Korean sticks like to do this kind of thing, fucking mean."

……

Seeing Jin Quanen rushing forward when Murong Ling was not ready, everyone wanted to slap him to death.

Murong Ling was caught off guard, her arms were blocked in front of her chest, and her tingling arm made her take a few steps back.

"Despicable!"

A trace of disdain flashed in Murong Lingmei's eyes, stabilized her graceful figure, and rushed over quickly.

Although Murong Ling is a woman, there is quite a sense that women do not let their eyebrows go.

Half an hour later, Murong Ling looked at Jin Quanen who fell in the ring, sneered, and said, "You Korean men are nothing more than that."

", relieve."

", look at the Korean stick, do you dare to hold it."

"Win, haha."

At this time, Murong Ling stepped down from the ring and glanced at Uncle Huo.

"Okay, Xiaoling's strength is getting stronger and stronger."

"Uncle Huo, I just got lucky."

Murong Lingqiao had a faint smile on her face.

……

"It's just a fluke to win a game, Mrs. Kim, you go up and get rid of them completely."

The gloomy face of the Korean coach pointed to the man full of muscles.

Uncle Huo frowned, he knew who Mrs. Kim was, known as an invincible boxing presence in South Korea, and had never been defeated so far.

"Let's throw in the towel."

Uncle Huo said helplessly, letting others go up was just a humiliation.

"What? Are the Chinese so cowardly? ”

"Haha, Huaxia, you don't even have the guts to fight a war, weak chicken!"

"The sick man of East Asia!"

Koreans are constantly shouting, and they can't wait for their nostrils to face the sky, and I am the biggest like Lao Tzu.

"Dog, get here!"

I don't know when, Su Lin has already come to the stage, looking at the Korean stick, there is a chill in his eyes.

"This ...... Who is this person, and why haven't I seen it? ”

"I don't know, maybe it's Sister Ling'er's friend."

"Damn, boss, you're so fierce!"

Uncle Huo glanced at Murong Ling, and he didn't know what the strength of this skinny man was in front of him.

"Uncle Huo, Su Lin's strength is stronger than mine."

Uncle Huo heard Murong Ling's words and nodded, maybe this young man in front of him could really resist Jin Tai.

"Huaxia boy, I don't think you know whether you live or die."

Kim Tai has never lost in South Korea, and she was scolded by an unknown stinky boy.

"That's a lot of nonsense."

Su Lin's ghostly figure came to Jin Tai in a blink of an eye, and before Jin Tai could react, Su Lin's hand grabbed Jin Tai's neck.

"Smack!"

With a slap, Su Lin kicked Jin Tai in the chest.

"Bang!"

Jin Tai flew out upside down, and with a violent sound, he smashed on the top of the ring.

"Ahh You shit, you managed to piss me off! ”

Jin Tai stood up, her scarlet eyes, like a beast, rushed in front of Su Lin, raised her arm, and bombarded Su Lin with a huge fist.

"Su Lin, hurry up and get out of the way."

Murong Ling roared, if this punch goes down, Su Lin will be abolished if he doesn't die.

Su Lin stood there, as if he was stupid, and when Jin Tai saw this scene, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she smiled disdainfully.

"Huaxia people, it's really all rubbish."

Murong Ling closed his eyes, a little afraid to continue looking.

Jin Tai's fist, when it was only five centimeters away from Su Lin, Su Lin raised his right hand.

His fingers wrapped around Kinta's fist, and he said with some boring words, "Too weak!"

Facing Mrs. Jin, Su Lin was like an adult beating a five- or six-year-old child, there was no pressure at all, and he couldn't even mention a trace of fighting spirit.

At this time, Kim Tae only felt the uncontrollable force and threw him out.

"Sting!"

The clothes behind Jin Tai were worn by the ground above the ring, and then a mouthful of blood spat out.

"What?"

"It can't be!"

"How could Mrs. Kim ...... So weak......"

The Korean people are like seeing a ghost, they know the strength of Mrs. Kim, even the Korean coach is not Mrs. Kim's opponent, and they spent a lot of money to hire him.

Looking at his former self, Su Lin was amused for a while, why was he so funny before?

To put it bluntly, he is still too weak, if he could have the ability he has now, then how can he let people bully his own people.

Everything is still because of my own inadequacy.

(End of chapter)