In the ring.

When Yan Zhendong was about to come to the ring, Huang Feihong was a single person fighting three white men with their upper bodies naked and full of strong muscles, while the other three masters looked at each other under the ring, their faces a little embarrassed.

Regarding Boris's sudden attack on the Tsarist Hercules, these three masters had the idea of watching the play, and even hoped that the foreigners would kill them.

After the two Opium Wars, at the end of the nineteenth century, the political, ideological, cultural, and military influences of the Manchu Qing were well understood, and there is no need to mention them now, but only the economic aspects are extracted to fill in the story of this book—the forced opening of a large number of treaty ports, the dumping of goods and raw materials by the Western powers in China through "legal" means.

Therefore, in this context, in this context, if you want to find an industry that is not bullied and oppressed by foreigners, it can be said that it is no different from fishing for the moon in the water.

Of course, the bureaucrats, landlords, and merchants are full of greasy food, but the common peasants at the bottom, who are illiterate, live all day long on farming and handicrafts, and these livelihoods are under the impact of the commodity economy, just like when the river embankment bursts, the flood of the river washes down to a small village downstream, and the scene is full of starvation.

When they are desperate, some people complain about their fate, but there are also people who want to resist and go to the martial arts hall to learn martial arts.

Therefore, in the martial arts hall of these three masters, there are many apprentices who are bullied by foreigners in ordinary times.

Now that there is civil strife among foreigners, their own people are fighting their own people, even if it turns into a human life at the last moment, so what, what does it matter to them!

It's good that they didn't fall into the ground, and I want them to help!

What's more, the apprentices of their martial arts hall are still watching from the shore, how will they face those apprentices who have a grudge against foreigners at that time?

However, they really can't understand what Huang Feihong thinks, whether his head is caught by the door, and the foreigners are in civil strife, what kind of hand does he want to show his grandmaster demeanor and China's benevolent way?

At this moment, the three masters were in a very passive position for a moment.

If you make a move, on the surface, you are fighting foreigners, but there is one thing they can't ignore, in the eyes of some apprentices who like to drill the horns of the bull, they have saved the crisis of the Tsarist Hercules.

This is a disappointment and heartbreak for those apprentices with fragile hearts.

But if they don't make a move, what will outsiders think of them, they may say that they are cold-blooded animals, they don't understand the spirit of unity at all, and they watch Huang Feihong being besieged by three foreigners!

This is not the worst, if Huang Feihong wins the three foreigners......

Just when the three masters were so entangled and whether to make a move, Yan Zhendong spread his wings and jumped into the circle of four-person melee from above.

One kick and one person, plus a cannon punch.

"Bang bang."

Christopher, Boris and British player Albert, the three of them focused all their attention on Huang Feihong, and Yan Zhendong's attack came from the direction of the overhead, and the movement was very fast, so when the three of them fell to the ground, their expressions were still a little stunned, obviously their heads were covered for a while, and they couldn't figure out how they fell to the ground.

"Master Huang, let's join forces to restrain the foreigners first, what do you think?" Yan Zhendong turned his back to Christopher and Boris, and said with a smile on his face.

Huang Feihong thought for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Just follow Master Yan." “

At this time, Christopher, Boris, and Albert saw Yan Zhendong as soon as they came to their senses, and after being stunned for a while, they became furious.

"Damn Chinese monkeys, you're all a bunch of villains who like to sneak up on you from behind!"

”FUCK YOU！“

"Bitch raised!"

After each of the three of them shouted an angry roar, they immediately pounced.

"Master Huang, you deal with the one on the right, and I'll do the other two."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Zhendong immediately bullied over, first kicked Christopher in the chest with a sharp leg whip, and then used his strength to punch Boris in the face.

"This."

Just when Huang Feihong wanted to say that he was going to fight two, he saw the British player Albert come to him in one or two steps, left hook and right hook, and made a move.

"Ha, Master Huang, let's see who solves the opponent first."

Seeing Huang Feihong dodging Albert's attack a little embarrassed, Yan Zhendong's face was very happy, so while fighting with the two, he also thought of a small suggestion.

However.

In the eyes of Christopher and Boris, Yan Zhendong's actions were no less than ridiculing them for being incompetent in some aspect of men, and his face was so angry that his face was red and white, and his seven holes were about to smoke.

”FUCK YOU！“

"Bitch raised!"

(Well, the author is lazy, I'm too lazy to bother to change the trick and think about how the two of them should express their anger)

The faces of the two showed hideous green muscles, and they roared angrily, pulling a distance of one meter and bullying them from the left and right directions.

"Iron Shirt!"

At this time, Yan Zhendong stood on the spot, until the two of them were close to a step away, he took a deep breath, his feet were slightly separated, his waist was on the ground, and his arms were on the sides of his head.

The little suggestion just now Yan Zhendong is not just talking, he has always wanted to defeat Huang Feihong, so to speak, Huang Feihong has become a curse in Yan Zhendong's heart, and he is persistent.

"Huang Feihong, it depends on which of us solves the opponent first."

Yan Zhendong's eyes were sharp, completely ignoring the fist that was about to fall on his body like a torrential rain.

"Die, Chinese monkeys!" Seeing this, Christopher and Boris were furious and happy.

"Bang bang!"

At this time, in the ring, I saw the two of them punching like rain, and they hit more than a dozen punches in an instant, just like hitting a sandbag, fast and fierce, and smashed straight down on Yan Zhendong's Zhou.

And Yan Zhendong's figure did not move at all, his legs were like tree roots deep in the mud, allowing the wind and rain outside.

It can be said that the two of them don't understand dark energy, they can only use brute force to hit, for Yan Zhendong, it is like the cloth hammer he usually uses for cultivation, no matter how much it hurts, it can't hurt the muscles and bones.

"Drink."

Just when the two of them were surprised why Yan Zhendong was okay, mobilized a new attack, and kicked towards the Yin Gate, Yan Zhendong's eyes flashed coldly, and the foreigner was still addicted, really thinking that he was just a sick cat who hiccuped and dozed off!

After the shouting, Yan Zhendong's arms instantly turned into a phantom, and the two of them saw a flower in front of them, only to see that their arms were locked by an iron arm like molten iron!

One press and one roll!

The two of them with an unbalanced center of gravity looked shocked, and they felt an amazing force coming from their arms, and they tried to break free but found that they were stuck in an iron hole.