Tristan openly cut off his beard in front of him and threw the information of the Chinese Kung Fu Club around, Xiang Yiming was so angry that his face was pale and trembling, but that was all.

You must know that Tristan is the vice president of the Real Man Boxing Club, although he was not the one who won the All-Los Angeles High School Boxing Championship last year, but he also made it to the top 16.

Tristan was as popular as Grace in school, and Xiang Yiming was not even qualified to talk to Tristan before. Even Xiang Yiming is now the vice president of the Chinese Kung Fu Club, but his long-term fear of Tristan makes Xiang Yiming instinctively dare not speak.

It wasn't until Tristan unscrupulously insulted Huaxia Kung Fu that Xiang Yiming finally couldn't help it.

Indeed, now many Chinese people no longer believe in Huaxia Kung Fu, and there are even professional anti-counterfeiting teams, but in fact, more Chinese people still love Huaxia Kung Fu deeply in their hearts.

Although Huaxia Kung Fu has been slapped in the face again and again in reality, they are still willing to believe that Huaxia Kung Fu really exists, but there are too many charlatans who are swaggering and cheating. Even the Chinese people who no longer believe in Chinese kung fu are also deeply loved and hated. If Huaxia real kung fu appears, how hard they scolded in the past, and how deep they can love in the future.

Although Xiang Yiming was born in a foreign country, he still has a deep sense of identity with Huaxia in his heart.

He has liked Huaxia Kung Fu since he was a child, and he has seen Xiang Long's real Kung Fu with his own eyes, so Huaxia Kung Fu is real in his cognition, and he can't accept other people's doubts about Huaxia Kung Fu.

What's more, Tristan is not only questioning Huaxia Kung Fu, but even an insult to Chiguoguo!

"Special, Terristan!" Xiang Yiming plucked up the courage to protest with his hands to Tristan, because he was nervous and excited, and stammered a little: "Huaxia Kung Fu No, no, it's not fake!" Really, really not! Please don't defile, defile, slander us! O，O，OK？ ”

"Hey! You know who you're talking to! Tristan looked around in disbelief, and all but the Devil Angel was his buddies. The devil angels are all sexy beauties, and the guys are all from the real man boxing club, and Tristan can't afford to lose this person when he is questioned in public by Luther like Xiang Yiming. So after looking around, he glared at Yiming viciously: "You damn monkey, you dare to question me in public!"

"Okay, okay, since you said that Huaxia Kung Fu is not fake, then I'll give you a chance to prove it!

"As long as you can beat me one-on-one, I will admit that Huaxia Kung Fu is real! Kang Mao North Nose! ”

As he spoke, Tristan moved his arm thicker than Xiang Yiming's thigh, and rushed to Yiming to hook his fingers:

"Come on! Hit me! ”

"Whoa—"

Of course, Tristan's gang had to set up a fight for him, not to mention that the real man boxing club itself had to suppress other fighting clubs in order to ensure their status as the largest fighting club.

"Seed, go home and eat milk!"

"Huaxia Kung Fu can't be played at all, you can only fly around by hanging wires in the movie, hahaha......"

"A monkey like you, I can fight ten!"

The devil angels silently stood behind Grace, and they couldn't figure out the position of the eldest sister for the time being, so they easily joined the battle with their butts bared. And Grace is looking left and right with beautiful eyes, as if she is looking for some target, and does not care about Yiming's life or death.

Xiang Yiming gritted his teeth and burned with rage in Tristan's cynicism, his gasping for breath like an old cow, his clenched fists shaking involuntarily. His eyes refused to give in to Tristan, although tears were already rolling in Xiang Yiming's eyes under the pressure of Tristan's cannibalistic eyes, but at least he did not dodge but bravely met it.

Xiang Yiming, who had only learned to stand on the pile for two days, hadn't even crossed the threshold of Huaxia Kung Fu, he could only burst out into a hysterical scream, swinging Wang Ba Punch like a street gangster fight. Tristan could have punched Xiang Yiming to his ground, but he didn't.

The main forces of the Devil Angels are all here, and Tristan certainly can't waste such a good opportunity to pretend.

When Xiang Yiming's fist hit, Tristan arrogantly put his hands behind his back, easily shook his head and dodged Xiang Yiming's fist, Xiang Yiming's fist was tiger but circled Tristan's head like a human stroke, and never hit Tristan.

While shaking his head easily, Tristan kept taunting: "Hey! Monkey, where are you fighting? I'm here, come and hit me, stupid! Haha, that's all you can do? I'm so disappointed in you! It turns out that this is Huaxia Kung Fu, it's really laughing to death......"

Tristan's men burst into laughter, and some even bent over with exaggerated laughter.

The devil angels looked at each other, and it was obvious that Xiang Yiming's performance and even Huaxia kung fu made them feel very disappointed, and some girls quietly crumpled the registration form that had been filled out......

"Whoop ......" Xiang Yiming gasped violently, and the random punches made him quickly lose his strength due to lack of exercise, and his fists were soft like girls flirting, but he still hadn't been able to touch Tristan at all. Tristan's cynicism made him more and more desperate, and at this moment, Xiang Yiming hated himself for his powerlessness, not only embarrassing himself, but also disgraced Huaxia Kung Fu......

This monkey will soon be exhausted! I let him lie down without punching him, and this will definitely make the headlines on campus tomorrow! Tristan triumphantly continued to ridicule, mercilessly hitting Xiang Yiming's self-confidence: "You Chinese people are garbage!" You Chinese kung fu is also rubbish! How? Not convinced? If you're not convinced, you'll hit me! Let's ......."

A big foot in a white-brushed skateboard shoe kicked his ass from behind!

"Poof!"

Tristan fell to the ground after eating, and Xiang Yiming subconsciously raised his hands high to say "I didn't do it", and then he saw Sao Nian who appeared behind Tristan.

Surprised, happy, aggrieved and ashamed, he shouted to Yiming pitifully, "You're back, Master!" ”

Master? Tristan's friends and the devil angels all subconsciously looked at the tall and handsome Chinese boy, and Grace's eyes suddenly sparkled with spring tides:

You're back, Dead Ghost!