"Kill the Russian devils and raise the majesty of China!"

"Come on, brother, you're the best."

A group of melon-eating people under the ring shouted and cheered.

Wang Xiaoer's face sank, ready to attack.

"Come on, little man." The Russian Hercules is arrogant and invincible.

"Twelve-way Tan Legs!" Wang Xiaoer rushed over, and his left and right legs attacked continuously. Wang Xiaoer's pair of iron legs are extremely powerful and can kick and break trees.

The Russian Hercules glared and laughed, not at all nervous.

Wang Xiaoer kicked out forty-six legs, but unfortunately, he couldn't shake the body of the Russian Hercules. It is strange that the Russian Hercules is as steady as a rock, and it does not hurt at all when it is hit by continuous blows.

"Miss, don't you eat, you don't have any strength at all." The Russian Hercules stretched out his hands and laughed.

"Russians, don't underestimate me." Wang Xiaoer flew up and kicked the opponent's head.

The Russian Hercules tilted his head, sneered, grabbed his right leg, and then shook it hard. Wang Xiaoer exclaimed in surprise and flew out.

The audience below exclaimed.

Wang Erxiao moved flexibly, rolled in the air for a while, and fell to the ground.

"Chinese Kung Fu, garbage!" The Russian Hercules held out his little thumb and sneered.

"Don't insult Chinese martial arts!" Wang Xiaoer was furious, flew and kicked over.

"Look for death!" The Russian Hercules seized the opportunity and punched him over.

Yes! A scream. Wang Xiaoer was hit hard and flew off the ring.

A group of spectators below were shocked and gathered in a circle to watch the excitement.

"It's really useless, I actually lost again."

"It seems that our Chinese martial arts are really embroidered with fists."

"Alas, shame on you!"

A group of people around them who eat melons, instead of helping, gloated.

Lu Hao's face turned angry, and he walked over and said with concern: "Brother, are you okay?" ”

"My leg is broken." Wang Xiaoer's face was painful.

Lu Hao stretched out his hand and touched it, he was shocked, his leg was broken by the huge force. Just one punch broke the leg of the Chinese martial artist, this Russian Hercules is really awesome!

Lu Hao called a rickshaw and instructed the driver to send Wang Xiaoer to the hospital for treatment. This leg can easily become disabled if left untreated.

Lan Ruoxi snorted: "Brother Lu, what are you waiting for, if you don't make a move, our descendants of Yan and Huang will have no face to see people." ”

Lu Hao nodded, at this time, he must make a move, otherwise the Russians will be arrogant to the end. Dare to come to China to spread wild, I don't know the height of the sky.

Lu Hao was calm and calm, ready to step into the ring and challenge the Russian Hercules.

At the critical moment, another macho man appeared. The macho man was short and stocky, wearing a coarse cloth robe and several iron rings around his arms.

The macho man stepped into the ring, stretched out his fingers, and said provocatively: "Russian devil, don't be arrogant, I'll defeat you." ”

The referee looked at him and sneered, "You're a circus clown!" Wearing a few iron rings, you dare to come up and pretend to be forced, not afraid of death! ”

"Get out of the way, be careful I kill you." The hunk raised his fist and threatened.

"Cut, barbarian." The referee snorted, rather disdainful.

Lan Ruoxi looked at it for a while and asked, "Brother Lu, what kind of kung fu does this warrior practice, and why does he have a few iron rings on his arms?" ”

Lu Hao said in a deep voice: "It's the Hong family's iron fist." ”

Lan Ruoxi asked: "Is this Hong family's iron fist powerful, or is it the twelve-way Tan leg powerful?" ”

"There is no high or low level in kung fu itself, only the perseverance and talent of those who practice martial arts." Lu Hao continued, "No matter how ordinary kung fu is, you can also exert invincible power. ”

"Chinese martial arts have a long history, broad and profound, and they are the eternal pride of our descendants of Yan and Huang."

"Brother Lu, that's a good point." Lan Ruoxi looked excited.

In the ring, the short and fat man roared angrily and used the Hong family's iron fist. The Hong family's iron fist was fierce and domineering, and with one punch, the landslide and the ground cracked.

"Russians, punch you to death." The macho man rushed forward and smashed Huanglong with one punch.

"I can't help myself." The Russian Hercules sneered and punched the punch.

Rumble!

The two fists collided together with a loud bang.

"Ahh My arm is broken. The macho man clutched his broken arm and retreated continuously, in pain.

"Trash, get down." The Russian Hercules rushed forward, and all of a sudden, knocked the macho man away. The hunk fell to the ground and vomited blood.

"Damn, failed again."

"It's rubbish!"

"Waste, get out of here, don't be ashamed."

A group of melon-eating people are sneering and completely unsympathetic.

"Brother Lu, the Hong family's iron fist has also been defeated." Lan Ruoxi sighed.

Lu Hao's face was solemn, and he broke the opponent's arm with just one punch, this Russian Hercules is too awesome.

"It seems that Chinese kung fu is really a fist and embroidered legs, and it is useless." The referee sneered, "It seems that no one can take the five hundred oceans today." ”

"Who said that Chinese kung fu is about embroidering fists and legs?" A middle-aged man jumps into the ring, holding a wooden stick.

The referee asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm going to beat the Russian dog." The middle-aged man was armed with a wooden stick, and his morale was high.

The referee sneered: "In the ring, weapons are not allowed to be used." ”

"I'm practicing the Gorou Bagua Stick, and I have to use weapons." The middle-aged man roared.

"You're a foul." The referee was angry.

The Russian Hercules laughed and said, "It's okay, come on!" As long as you defeat me, the five hundred oceans will be yours. ”

"Megalomaniacal guy." The middle-aged man snorted, raised his stick, and swept over.

Gorou's gossip stick was both rigid and soft, and the offensive was fierce, and the Russians were suddenly beaten in a hurry, and they were defeated and retreated.

"Well played."

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Under the ring, a group of melon-eating people applauded and cheered.

The middle-aged man is very smart and specializes in attacking the opponent's lower handicap. A wooden stick is superb, attacking the opponent's legs in succession.

The Russian Hercules was stunned, and his legs were swollen. The Russian Hercules was furious, his muscles burst out, roared angrily, and rushed forward.

The middle-aged man flew up, and the wooden stick in his hand fell from the sky and slammed into the opponent's head.

"Click!" The stick, which was the thickness of the arm, actually broke. The Russian Hercules reached out and touched his head, and blood flowed.

"Kill you." Enraged, the Russian Hercules rushed forward.

The middle-aged man did not panic, raised the broken wooden stick, and defended it.

Rumble! There was a loud bang. The middle-aged man screamed and flew out, blood floating in the air. The Russian Hercules broke the wooden stick with a punch, instantly knocking the middle-aged man behind him away.

Fiasco!

Gorou gossip stick defeated the Russian Hercules.

The referee cheered: "Win, the Russian Hercules are invincible in the world." ”

"Chinese kung fu is garbage." The Russian Hercules stood in the ring, grinning and invincible.

"Chinese kung fu is not garbage, you are garbage." The man who spoke, in his early thirties, had short hair, was not good-looking, and was covered in tendons.

The Chinese warriors were fearless in the face of the Russian Hercules, who were a head taller, and bowed their hands and prepared to fight.