Yamada has never had a good impression of Chinese students, so it is normal for him to be wrong last time.

"Yamada, you also underestimated Zhu Yu, just now when Zhu Yu went to the public toilet, he was going to find him to seek revenge and cause trouble, and a group of people sent by Oshima beat him and urinated!" Chang Yuchun interjected.

Now Zhu Houzhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that you Yamada still dares to underestimate Lao Tzu.

''Ah, he actually beat the people sent by Oshima to the ground?'' Yamada said to himself, really taken aback.

''This can be fake.'' Zhang Juzheng on the side echoed happily.

Hearing this, Yamada was a little depressed, and his face became a little ugly, it seemed that he still knew something.

Zhu Houzhao and the people were in the classroom at the same time.

At this moment, at Kumaji Oshima's Co., Ltd., Kumaji Oshima was leaning back on the sofa and was looking at the two people kneeling on the ground with a gloomy face, both of them were tied with thick bandages, and a trace of blood was faintly oozing.

"That's it?" Oshima Kumaji's eyes widened, and he looked up and down at the two people kneeling on the ground, and for a long time, he took a breath and squinted his eyes and finally burst out of these words between his teeth.

"Yes, that's it," said one of the guys with his chest slashed.

"You guys are really powerful, how fierce you are usually debauchery and madness, and this time five people with guns and knives against one bare-handed one, you at least have a bad result, well, and you were beaten ...... That scene, oh my God......" Kumaji Oshima cried out sadly.

"Mr. Oshima, the lowly ones have indeed done their best." The guy's face turned red, and he stammered a little, "Because, because this kid's strength is too strong, we, we ......."

"Eight teeth are angry, all of them are rubbish! I went to five people, reimbursed three, and came back two, but I was still flattened and swollen my nose and eyes, and people were stunned that nothing happened! I really didn't expect you to be so useless! Could it be that this man has three heads and six arms? When I went, Lao Tzu told you to be careful, this little boy is not easy to deal with, you are all in the ears of the wind!" This guy is no longer eager to explain, but as soon as he explains, Oshima Kumaji is nameless, gritting his teeth and scolding.

"Mr. Oshima, I really can't blame us, I blame that kid for being cunning and cunning, so..." The man whose chest was cut open looked guilty, but he still tried to confess.

"I don't blame you, but I have to blame Lao Tzu? A rice bucket is simply a rice bucket! Lao Tzu sees that you are still sophistry, sophistry. Kumaji Oshima shook his fist and roared.

The guy whose chest was cut open turned red this time, and there was no way to explain it, and he asked himself, this is too embarrassing.

Oshima Xiongji scolded and scolded, suddenly angry, jumped up from the sofa, rushed forward and kicked over the two guys in front of him with two feet and left and right bows, and then waved his fist and roared: "Get out, get out of me!"

Oshima Kumaji is not a person who does not know the importance of the matter, although the person he sent out is a master of the Demon Dao, but he also knows that Zhu Yu's martial arts qualifications are unusual after all, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is like an alien.

After venting for a while, and after hesitating for a long time, Oshima Kumaji's face became a little normal, gritted his teeth, turned his head to the person standing next to him, and said slowly, "Send a message to Mr. Yamaguchi of the Fuso Yamaguchi Group and let him know about it." ”

Oshima Kumaji may be a person who looks up to him a foot, he wants to return the favor, and there is a person who will repay the kindness and revenge, although Yamaguchi Forty-Nine said that it was for the cause of the empire, but after all, he sent it out, even if he died, he couldn't get rid of it, so that this mission was not completed, he was a little ashamed, and he even felt a little awkward to report Yamaguchi like this.

"Hey." The man next to him only chattered.

Far away at the foot of Mount Fuji in Japan, in an antique wooden building, a woman dressed in a kimono with a rosy face and even a surprisingly seductive beauty walked in from the outside with a blank face and knelt on the ground inside, holding a telegram in both hands.

"Ryoko, what kind of thing is that?" A man in his sixties, sitting cross-legged on a tatami mat across from the woman and drinking sake, asked casually.

"Mr. Huiyamaguchi, this is a telegram from Oshima-kun at the end of Huaxia." This made the red on Ryoko's face fade, and even a little pale, but he still said solemnly.

"What? Oshima-kun got news so soon? This Oshima-kun is worthy of being the hero of our Yamato nation, this time he is in Fuso, no, the whole world is famous!" Yamaguchi's domineering eyes immediately showed a hint of fire, and he said with surprise on his face.

Then he hurriedly got up and snatched the telegram from Ryoko's hand.

But after just one glance at the telegram, Yamaguchi jumped up in surprise as if he had a nervous reflex.

His face changed greatly, and a nameless bird fire sprung up, "What is this big island Xiong Er doing, he is simply the scum of our Yamato nation." Yamaguchi's domineering face was hot, and he scolded through gritted teeth.

In a fit of rage, he tore the telegram to pieces, threw it to the ground, and stepped on one foot.

Yamaguchi was domineering like a wounded prey, his blood-red eyes wide, and he gasped for breath until he thought about it, "The road is tortuous, but the future is bright." And "Failure is the mother of success." Then he breathed a sigh of relief, his face softened a little, and his heart slowly regained his calm.

After let's talk about these things, let's talk about Zhu Houzhao.

Just when Zhu Houzhao and Yamada were having a war of words, Qi Hongyu walked in, "Students, it seems that we haven't taken martial arts classes for a long time, right?"

''Yes, yes!'' Everyone knocked on the table and knocked on the chair and cheered in unison.

''Okay, students, get ready, let's start classes tomorrow morning.'' ”

''What, classes start tomorrow morning?'' The students were a little surprised.

It's time to start classes! It's time to start classes! Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to the day of the class! The students jumped for joy in an instant.

In the early morning, the morning glow is shining, sprinkled like broken gold, bathing in the warmth of people.

On the training ground of the school, the students of the martial arts class of the graduate school of the school are facing the morning glow at the moment, and they are lining up vigorously, and their faces are full of seriousness.

Although he was old, his skin was bronzed, and his body was still strong, Qi Hongyu stood in front of them energetically.

Qi Hongyu's blazing eyes swept over every student, and said sonorously: "The students' plan for a day lies in the morning, the sun is rising, the beginning of all things, and the most vigorous life, although it can not be as legendary as the food and gas, but such a time on the martial arts class has its own great benefits, can strengthen the muscles and bones, invigorate the blood and refine the muscles, and fill the human body with vitality, with the ability of martial arts, in this chaotic world to survive, and even open up an earth-shattering career! Do you all understand? ”

"Understood!" The students responded loudly with a lot of energy.

Qi Hongyu's starry eyes wandered, and then he said sonorously: "Okay, classmates, what we are going to do today is the eight-step dragon heart palm in Wudang Fist. ”