Guo Wei knew Wen Sanye.

Back then, his master was defeated in the hands of Wen Sanye.

Before, he didn't pay attention to it, otherwise, how would he dare to mess around?

You know, ten years ago, Wen Jun and Wen Sanye were already a great monk in the middle of Huahai, and now their strength is probably even more terrifying, right?

"Let's go down!" Wen Jun seemed to be a little weak and waved his hand.

Guo Wei didn't dare to be presumptuous, and hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Then, he came to Jiang Shaohua's side, shook his head and said: "Jiang Shaohua, you are dead, if you want the position of the leader of the southeast, you have no chance." ”

Jiang Shaohua sighed.

Oh, yes.

There is Wen Sanye.

He didn't even stand a chance.

"Hahahaha, I'm not late, is I?" At this moment, a loud laugh came.

Wen Jun and the others suddenly opened their eyes and looked not far away.

There, there was a figure striding towards a large group of people.

The leader is a middle-aged man.

He wore a large string of gold chains around his neck, a finger-sized cigar in his hand, and a floral shirt.

Dinner.

Many people glared angrily.

Some people even scolded directly: "This bastard is still as arrogant as ever." ”

"Linchuan City, Dai Bing, you have finally arrived. Wen Sanye spoke: "Don't you know that everyone is waiting for you?"

There are a total of 12 prefecture-level cities in Southeast Province.

Linchuan, close to Tianyuan, it stands to reason that Dai Bing shouldn't have come so late.

After all, almost all the bigwigs from other cities have arrived.

When Dai Bing heard this, he smiled and said: "Alas, the third master, I'm sorry, if Lao Tzu had known that you would also come, I would have arrived a long time ago, hahaha, mother, on the way, something happened." ”

After saying that, he walked directly to the banquet and sat in one of the seats.

"Boss Dai, so majestic. Zhu Shuangyi, the boss of Cloud City, spoke, and his voice was extremely unpleasant.

He and Dai Bing are old rivals.

Dai Bing laughed and said, "Mom, I said old pig, did you fann your ears when you eat?"

Two ears fanned?

And, still while eating?

The meaning is self-evident, this is scolding him for being a pig.

Zhu Shuangyi suddenly became furious: "Old Dai, why do you want to fight?"

As a big man, which one of the people present is good at stubble?

"Damn, do you think Lao Tzu is afraid of you?" Dai snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay, everyone is from the southeast, why do you get angry at every turn?" Chen Yuanhu stood up.

He's the boss of Gangcheng.

Chen Yuanhu is a well-known good man, and when he heard this, the iron puppet of Bama City said: "Chen Yuanhu, what Lao Tzu is most unaccustomed to is people like you, who kill people without seeing blood, but still pretend to be a great good person, which is simply hypocritical to the extreme." I'm afraid you'd like the two of them to fight now, so that they can reap the benefits of the fisherman, right?"

These big guys don't like each other.

At this time, Wen Sanye spoke, "Shut up, what is the noise, now that everyone has arrived, then, tonight's martial arts will win or lose, let's start!"

Only then did several people shut up.

Ten years ago, the Wen army dominated the southeast, and now its strength may be even more unfathomable.

Since the other party has already spoken, how dare they be presumptuous?

"Mr. Miyamoto, I don't know, how do you want to compare?" Wen Jun looked to the side, an onmyoji from Dongying in a samurai uniform, Miyamoto Kazukawa.

Miyamoto Kazukawa said in a broken Chinese language: "It's very simple, as long as one of you can defeat us all, then we will withdraw from the southeast and never set foot in, but if you are defeated, you will either surrender or die." ”

"Of course, the sword has no eyes, since it is a battle, it is natural, life or death. ”

There were only five Dongying people present.

Hearing this, Dai Bing and the others were immediately furious.

This Miyamoto is also too arrogant.

"Dongying dog, Lao Tzu told you, specially, this is Huaxia, not your island, so arrogant, it's not good. Dai Bing scolded directly.

A cold light flashed in Miyamoto Ichikawa's eyes, and he sneered: "Hehe, arrogant, naturally there is arrogant capital." ”

After speaking, he directly ordered one of the people beside him: "Yamamoto-kun, go, beat them all down, and let them know how powerful the samurai of our Sun Empire are." ”

Hearing this, Yamamoto slowly stood up.

He held his sword in both hands, stepped on clogs, and slowly got into the ring.

Suddenly, the eyes of the audience focused on him.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes fell on its body.

Yamamoto Lang stood in the center of the ring, his hands wrapped around his long sword, his eyes swept across the audience with contempt, and he spit out an arrogant voice: "The audience, who is coming?"

"Damn, this little devil is too arrogant. ”

"Go, kill him. ”

"Kill him, paralyzed. ”

"Damn, does this bastard still think that he can defeat all of us with him?"

The crowd was excited, and everyone scolded.

These Dongying people are really too arrogant.

"Bosses, this man doesn't need you to come, I'll kill him. ”

At this moment, a figure jumped directly into the ring and said in a loud voice.

The big guys set their eyes on Wen Sanye.

Wen Sanye shook his head and said, "Come down, you are not his opponent." ”

The other party is an onmyoji.

Onmyoji, in the Sun Empire, is just like the monks in China, with a respected status, terrifying force, and all kinds of magical spells.

When the man heard this, he didn't believe it.

He is also a black belt in taekwondo, how can he care about a samurai from Dongying?

Therefore, he didn't speak, turned around directly, faced Yamoto Lang, and said calmly: "Dog, pay attention, your ancestor is going to send you down to the Yellow Spring." ”

After speaking, he kicked the ground with his legs, and suddenly the whole person jumped high, and his long legs, like an iron whip, with the sound of breaking the wind, slammed towards the other party.

This scene won a full house.

After all, this hand is too beautiful.

Ordinary people can't do it at all.

However, in the middle of the banquet.

Wen Sanye and the others shook their heads.

Taekwondo is just a showcase.

Seeing his long legs, he was about to pull on the other party's neck.

At this moment, Yamamoto moved.

His hand suddenly raised, grabbed the long leg kicked by the other party, and then, in the stunned gaze of everyone, shook it fiercely.

"Bang!"

The figure of the man, like a broken sack, was thrown out fiercely, smashed down on the pillar that was not a meter away, and then fell to the ground.

When he landed, everyone found that he was no longer angry.

Suddenly, the audience fell silent.

One throw, just one throw, a big living person of hundreds of pounds, a master of taekwondo black belt, actually died like this?

I didn't even have time to scream.

They couldn't believe it.

On stage, Yamamoto smiled contemptuously: "Trash!"