"Welcome!"

"Warm welcome!"

"A warm welcome to Mr. Mirai Zhaokura!"

More than a dozen Tang people applauded in unison and shouted welcome.

What the?

Zhaocang Future was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Zhaokura came with a monstrous anger and shame, so are you so enthusiastic?

Mr. Zhaocang is very unaccustomed to it.

"What's the situation?" A neon reporter is scratching his head.

I don't understand that the Tang people are so happy.

A few Tang Guo smiled happily, and seeing Zhaocang Future was like seeing a relative.

"Mr. Mirai, you're here, welcome!" Jiang Yang walked off the stage with a smile, and the emcee Xia Weiwei hurriedly followed, also a loud translator with a smiley face.

"Mr. Zhaokura, you are my honored guest."

"Most honorable guest."

"We're really worried that if you don't come, we won't be able to go ahead with the press conference."

"Thank you for coming!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yang came to Japanese: "Aligado, Koseimas!"

With that, he stretched out his hands.

Subconsciously, Zhaocang Future also stretched out his hand.

He was confused.

Why do the people of Tang Guo welcome themselves so much and are so enthusiastic.

No, I'm here to beat him.

Zhaocang Future even withdrew his hand, got angry, and scolded loudly: "You bastard, I beat you, I ......."

Jiang Yang was still smiling brightly and interrupted him, "Mr. Zhaocang, you look angry, don't be angry, I know your intentions, I'm ready."

"Bang!" Jiang Yang clapped his palm, "Take out the gift we prepared for Mr. Zhaocang."

Got a gift in the room?

Not only was Zhaocang fuss in the future, but the reporters on the scene were confused.

Shouldn't the people of Tang and Zhaocang be intolerable in the future, shouldn't they greet each other with their fists as soon as they meet?

This is another welcome, and a gift has been prepared, what are you doing?

Female reporter Tsuneko Mikami is curious about what gift to ...... See, is it a contract?

It's a contract.

Jiang Yang took the two contracts and showed them to the reporters first, and then smiled at Zhaocang Future and said, "Mr. Zhaocang, I know that you are here to fight, you see that the contracts are ready for you.

Sign this contract, please!"

"Why should I sign it?" Summoning Mirai asked a stupid question, and he hadn't turned his head around yet.

"Aren't you going to beat me, sign the contract, we'll fight here, can't you beat me up in a dignified manner, and there are so many reporters cheering for you, otherwise it's a private fight, isn't it?" Jiang Yang explained with a smile.

At this time, Gao Meng behind him spoke loudly, "Zhaocang-san, aren't you unconvinced? If you sign a contract, you can play any way.

Oh, you don't dare to sign, you are afraid, too, our Tang Kingdom Kung Fu is invincible in the world, it is normal for you to be afraid.

You should be scared.

Mr. Zhaokura, you don't really dare, do you?"

"I don't dare?" Zhaocang Future sneered, rushed up in anger, took the pen and signed the contract.

The agent next to him, Xiao Xun, didn't have time to remind.

Don't look at the contract first...... It's already signed. ….

On the two contracts, Zhao Cang Future signed his name.

And the Tang people have already signed it.

The agent Xiao Xun always felt that something was wrong, and when he finished signing, he took a contract.

Looking at it, the contract is written in both Chinese and Japanese, and the content is normal, but it is nothing more than an agreement that both sides of the fight will bear the consequences.

At the end of the contract, there is a line of words that are more dazzling, and the dog barks if you lose.

"Jiang Yang thief, come, I'm going to beat you and kneel!" Summoning the future roars.

"Mr. Sumura

Don't you need to prepare?"

"You don't need to hit you."

"It's great that Mr. Zhaokura is so confident, I like a warrior like you." Jiang Yang laughed.

While talking, a staff member sent protective gear and fist gloves.

Zhao Cang Mirai threw the protective gear directly on the ground, "No protective gear needed."

"Warrior!" Jiang Yang gave a thumbs up.

"Less nonsense, how to fight?"

Jiang Yang smiled and spoke to reporters, "Fellow journalists, please witness that between me and Mr. Zhaocang Future, in addition to not using hidden weapons, weapons, firearms, etc., you can only use fists and feet, you can use all kinds of martial arts, no rules, no time limit, until one side falls, you are the referee."

Xia Weiwei translated it again.

Contracts are also shown.

"Summoning Cang-kun to come on, beat him! Beat him up!"

"Hit him!"

"Come on!"

Several people in the group of reporters shouted loudly.

There are also journalists who are worried.

Worried that Zhaocang Future is not an opponent, Zhaocang Future has been beaten once.

Female reporter Tsuneko Mikami is worried, "Zhaocang is too anxious in the future, will he be defeated?"

"I have faith in him." It was Sakurai Kohiro who spoke.

"But ......" Sakurai knew what Tsuneko Mikami was trying to say, "That doesn't mean anything, Mirai Tsurakura is obviously defenseless, and he was kicked in the middle and lower gear by the despicable Tang people to lead to defeat, Mirai Tsurakura is an experienced martial artist, and with full preparation, I am confident that he can beat this Tang countryman."

"I agree with Xiao Hongsang's words, the Tang people are too despicable, disguised as passers-by, who would have expected a passer-by to know kung fu." Another reporter spoke.

Makes sense.

Mikami Hengzi nodded, she clenched her fists and shouted loudly at Zhao Cang Mikura, "Zhao Cang Jun, down with this despicable Tang countryman!"

Zhao Cang Miku moved his hands and feet first, and he also knew that the opponent was not so simple, and in this fight, he couldn't lose, he had to win.

With so many reporters on the scene, this fight is no longer about his own honor.

"Summoning Kura-san, pay attention to your crotch!" A Japanese voice sounded.

Who?

Zhaocang Future was angry, and first looked at the group of reporters, which reporter spoke and what did he say, isn't this revealing his scars?

"Summoning Cang-kun, be careful of your crotch!"

Zhaocang's future eyes move to ...... It's a native of Tang Guo, that junior.

"Am I speaking Japanese correctly?" Gao Meng asked Xia Weiwei.

It was he who shouted, and he just asked Xia Weiwei for advice.

"It's pretty standard." Xia Weiwei smiled and nodded.

"Then I'm not wrong, Zhao Cang-san, you have to pay attention to your crotch, be careful that the balls are kicked and broken, this sentence translates, I won't say it." Gao Meng said loudly. ….

Xia Weiwei translated it with a smile.

The atmosphere was a little wrong.

Summoning the future, the reporters in the audience looked at Gao Meng one by one, with murderous eyes.

"I'm kind enough to warn you, but that's wrong too?" Gao Meng had an innocent expression on his face.

It's okay to stop talking.

Next, the on-site staff, bodyguards, and reporters all got out of the way and made some space.

Jiangyang and Zhaocang Future stood in an open area, meeting face to face at a distance of five or six meters.

"Come on!"

"Come on, Boss!"

"Master, kick him in the crotch and pop his balls!" Bai Xiaoni shouted so loudly.

"~~ Is the young lady so explosive?"

"I just like Miss Explosive."

"The young lady is very good-looking!"

A few Chinese barrages floated by.

Burst eggs, isn't it?

Jiang Yang replied with an "ok" gesture and looked at Zhaocang Future with a smile, "Do you hear that, Mr. Zhaocang, you have to be careful, I'll kick you."

Balls!"

"Dead!" Zhaocang Future responded with an angry shout and rushed forward.

"Hit!"

Female reporter Tsuneko Mikami squeezed her fists excitedly, as if she was fighting with Tang Guoren.

"Summoning Kura-kun to beat...... Ahh Suddenly, Tsuneko Mikami let out an "ah", and the expression on her face changed dramatically.

First of all, the boss with his mouth open.

Immediately, Tsuneko Mikami covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes widened, and her expression was frightened.

"Ah! Ahh

There was a miserable howl from Zhaocang Future.

I saw Zhaocang Future holding his crotch and falling to the ground, screaming in pain.

Bursting eggs?

"I'm going, did you really blow up the egg?"

In the dormitory, Chen Peng, Wang Yu, and Liu Jun were all standing, staring at the live computer screen with wide eyes.

Do you want to be so fierce?

If you say pop the egg, you will burst the egg.

It's hard to get a human life.

"What's going on?"

Chaoyang News reporter Sakurai Xiaohong was stunned, he just looked at the camera lens next to him, but he didn't see the process at this moment, and he didn't know why Zhaocang fell in the future.

The neon reporters around them all looked stunned.

It turned out that Zhaocang Future rushed over and kicked Tang Guoren in the neck, if this kick hit, Tang Guoren would fall to the ground on the spot.

However, the Tang people reacted so quickly, but they grabbed Zhaocang's feet in the future.

Then, Tang Guoren kicked Zhaocang Future's crotch.

That kick hurt even the onlookers.

"Yay~~"

"Win, Master wins!"

"Boss cow beep, Tang Kingdom Kung Fu cow beep!"

"Tang Guo Kung Fu Cow Beep!"

"You neon people, trash!"

"Trash, I'm still not convinced, I've been blown up again, haha!"

Several Tang people cheered.

Their laughter was so harsh and uncomfortable in the ears of the neon reporters.

"How so?" A male reporter from TBS TV station had a confused expression, and he was still unwilling to accept the fact that Zhaocang Future had been defeated.

Lost too quickly.

A second of life fell.

Zhaocang Future was completely crushed by the Tang people.

"Summoning Kura-kun...... Hey!" A reporter from the National Broadcasting Network had a sad expression and didn't say what he wanted to say.

Take a closer look at the dozens of neon reporters, their expressions are very exciting, some are stunned, some are confused, some are angry, some are sad, and most of them are frustrated. ….

Zhaocang Future will lose if he loses personally, but on this occasion today, this is not an ordinary fight, in a sense, Zhaocang Future represents the neon country.

It represents the martial arts of the neon country.

The arrogance of the Tang people, the reporters are all watching, in an idiom of the Tang people, is "arrogant and domineering".

Such an arrogant and domineering Tang Guoren, none of the neon reporters present did not want to beat him.

Hoping to hit him on his knees.

The result?

Who knelt down?

Look at it again, the other Tang people are happy.

Every cheer from them was like a slap in the face of the neon reporters.

The slap was still crackling.

Just ask if you hurt...... Wait a minute.

Zhaocang Future struggled to his feet.

Zhao Cangjun stood up.

He stood up.

"Oh?" Jiang Yang was surprised, showing an expression of surprise, "Mr. Zhaocang, can you still stand up?"

I thought you were defeated, you could still stand up, are you okay, can you still fight?"

"Master is cheating people again, hehe!" Bai Xiaoni covered her mouth and laughed lowly.

"Haha!" Xia Weiwei, Gao Meng, and Li Lei all laughed.

steal

Laugh.

At a glance, they knew that the boss was deliberate, and deliberately controlled the strength, otherwise the little devil would not have been able to stand up even if he didn't explode the egg?

Boss, this is not addicted.

A few more abuses.

Does this scene sound familiar?

If you're not familiar with it, ask Dadago.

Ask the Brontosaurus.

"Hey, the little devil can still stand up, is it so good...... Oh, deliberately, did the Jiangyang thief do it on purpose?"

Far away in Tang Guochangsha, Lei Long, and the agent are all watching the live broadcast, and it is the agent who is speaking.

"Haha!" Lei Long laughed, "Needless to say, it must be deliberate, Jiang Yang thief, this guy deliberately teased the little devil."

"It's bad, but I like it!" Homo economicus laughs.

"Well done!" Brontosaurus gave a thumbs up.

Immediately, Lei Long and the agent stopped talking and focused on watching the live broadcast.

Zhaocang Future struggled, and his agent came to help him, but he pushed him away, "Jiangyang thief." Anger, humiliation had overshadowed the pain, and Mirai Zhaokura blushed, "It's not that easy to knock me down.

Our neon warriors aren't so vulnerable, come again!"

"Good job, Summoning Kura-kun!"

Female reporter Tsuneko Mikami shouted excitedly.

Zhaocang-kun was still able to stand up, which was a surprise to Mikami Tsuneko.

Dandan's injury is not something ordinary people can bear.

Zhao Cangjun was able to stand up, how much pain he endured, and what supported him?

It's the neon samurai spirit.

"Come on!"

"Don't let the Tang people underestimate us, bushido spirit!"

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

All the neon reporters at the scene shouted loudly to cheer for the future of Zhaocang.

"Summoning Kura-kun, the spirit of neon bushido will never allow us to fail, we can only die standing, absolutely not dying on our knees, come on!"

In the bedroom, Fujino raised his arms and shouted.

"Huh!" A contemptuous laugh came from within.

Fujino had an angry expression.

Tang Guoren spoke, "Mr. Zhaocang, do you still want to fight, to be honest, you are not my opponent, I beat you as simple as stepping on an ant, you can already do it, I advise you to give up."

"Don't talk nonsense, come again, how can I let you underestimate my neon martial arts." Zhao Cang Miku shouted with a red face.

"Alright, let's do it again." Jiang Yang hooked his hand, still standing casually as before.

On the other hand, Sumokura Mirai made a standard fighting defensive stance, and at the same time, slowly approached.

Don't dare to rush directly.

After taking a kick, Zhaocang will be much more cautious in the future.

Looking closely, Zhaocang's future gaze involuntarily fell on the feet of the Tang people.

I'm still scared.

I'm afraid that Tang Guo will kick his crotch again.

Afraid of something, at this time, Tang Guoren said in his mouth, "Be careful, I'm going to kick your balls." As he spoke, he made a kick-raising motion.

Zhao Cang Future subconsciously hurriedly flashed back two steps.

"Oooh!" Jiang Yang made a strange scream in his mouth, and made several movements to kick his balls one after another.

Everyone can see that he is teasing Zhao Cang Mirai.

Boiled wine on the stone