Han Yizhi had never participated in such a competition, and he knew that Wang Chan had the intention of joining forces with him from the beginning.

Otherwise, you can't kick him under the table.

"I used to watch TV series, and martial arts masters used chopsticks to compete with swordsmanship on the table, but now I didn't expect that I could come to such a ······"

Han Yi thought about it, so he picked up the chopsticks and stabbed the wrist of the young boy opposite, this kid was the first to attack him, and Han Yi still held a grudge.

Naturally, Han Yi has never learned swordsmanship, and this stab is just an ordinary stabbing attack, he has shaken the big gun for a month, but he has not learned to stop Nazha, it is just the most basic trembling.

Therefore, the level of Han Yi's thorn suddenly leaked out, both speed and strength fell down, and Wang Chan beside her saw Han Yi's fluttering stab, as if she was perfunctory, so she was naturally dissatisfied, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

But the young man with young eyebrows and eyes on the opposite side smiled disdainfully, flipped his wrist, and after swinging Wang Chan's chopsticks, his eyes flashed, and he aimed at Han Yi's chopsticks.

This stab, steady and ruthless, the chopsticks in Han Yi's hand were hit by the other party straight before he could react, click!

Han Yi couldn't hold it all of a sudden, and the chopsticks were unexpectedly knocked away by the power from the chopsticks on the opposite side, and they slashed out of his palm.

And his palms seemed to have been burned by fire, and it hurt hotly, and Han Yi suffered a loss in a muffled voice.

"Humph, loser!"

The young man on the other side smiled again and said something in English that Han Yi couldn't understand.

Han Yi was stunned for a moment, and asked Wang Chan next to him: "Luther, what do you mean?"

Wang Chan gave Han Yi a smile with two dimples again, blinked mischievously and said, "He said you are trash!"

"Hmm!"

Han Yi's eyes flashed, and he looked at the smiling pheasant boy opposite, his face suddenly became serious, and then he exhaled, smiled and said, "Come, let's try again." ”

Han Yi picked up another chopstick on the table and slowly stretched it out as if it had slowed down countless times.

Another table.

Lao Yang sat with these, on the surface, they were all happy, but everyone was an adult, and these people gathered here to think about something, and naturally they all knew what they were thinking, and as a guide, they naturally paid attention to the movement of the children's table while eating and drinking.

One of the officers said, "Old Yang, it seems that the young man you brought is serious?"

This guy also came to test me, Lao Yang slandered in his heart, but he also smiled, looked at Han Yi from a distance, and said: "This kid is serious about everything, and I also like his serious energy!"

The officer was accompanied, and there were three people on the table, naturally they were the leaders of Wang Chan and the three, and at this time, they all looked at Han Yi's table with a smile, and one of them said in a teasing tone: "Lao Yang, can you bring that kid, as soon as I handed over the chopsticks, my nephew flew out!"

Lao Yang smiled again, he didn't take it to heart at all, Han Yi had already practiced Mingjin, how could he suffer?

"That girl is good, one against two, Tai Chi has some foundation!" one of the middle-aged men nodded and commented.

"Wang Chan has been practicing Tai Chi with his grandfather since he was a child, and now it can be said that he can already push hands with my old man!" The middle-aged man who spoke seemed to be Wang Chan's guide, and when he saw that Wang Chan could defeat one against two, his face was naturally red, and he couldn't help but be proud.

"Huh, this stab smells like a gun," a middle-aged man exclaimed, attracting Lao Yang and the officers to look over.

Han Yi's chopsticks stretched out in mid-air, waiting for someone to come and hold his hand.

The young pheasant boy on the opposite side who had taunted Han Yi shot again, and the chopsticks stabbed again.

"I don't know swordsmanship, and my spearmanship is just shaking, but swords and guns are just extensions of my own boxing skills, and the principle is the same. Han Yi resisted, using the chopsticks as a gun, and after being prepared, he even fought with the pheasant boy, and it was on par with him for a while.

The pheasant boy's face became more and more ugly, he thought that he could knock off the chopsticks in Han Yi's hand in a few clicks, but he didn't expect Han Yi to be serious as if he was a different person, no matter how he collapsed, stirred, washed, and split, he couldn't knock the chopsticks in Han Yi's hand flying.

Sou!

Another chopstick stabbed over, it was the boy with a flamboyant head.

Han Yi's expression became solemn, he was already inferior alone, and it was impossible for the two of them to have a chance to defeat.

Click!

The chopsticks in his hand were slashed, and the force jumped, Han Yi almost didn't catch it, Han Yi glanced at the inch-headed boy, "What a strong strength!"

This inch-headed boy joined the battlefield, Han Yi couldn't wait for it, and was struck by the chopsticks all of a sudden, and Han Yi was swung by this power, and his wrist slowed down.

Sou!

Another chopstick joined in, Han Yi saw his wrist, and knew that it was Wang Chan beside him who made a move, and his heart was relieved, and the one-on-two still made him feel more stressed.

At this time, Wang Chan made a hand to share his pressure, he sat on the stool and shook his waist and abdomen, his wrist trembled, and the chopsticks were like a fierce snake coming out of a hole, and he stabbed at the inch-headed boy at once.

Who knew that Wang Chan's chopsticks suddenly turned, and they were drawn on Han Yi's chopsticks, and the inch-headed boy on the opposite side also sneered, beating the drum and passing the flowers, and picked Han Yi's chopsticks.

Another snap!

The young man with the pheasant completed the final blow, and the chopsticks were like whips, pumping on the back of Han Yi's hand.

Damn, it's calculated!

Han Yi's face turned cold, and when he screamed, the chopsticks in his hand also fell to the ground.

The young pheasant, the inch-headed boy, and Wang Chan withdrew their chopsticks one after another, with chuckles on the corners of their mouths.

It turned out that the three of them had joined forces a long time ago, and Wang Chan hinted to him just to deceive him······

Lost... Both chopsticks were knocked off, meaning that you can't eat at this table······

"Hehe, it's garbage, loser!" said to Wang Chan and the inch-headed boy with a smile again, ready to pick up the cup and drink water.

If you practice boxing, you can't be humiliated!

Han Yi's mind sounded in his mind what his grandfather said on the day he officially taught him boxing, and it seemed that it was prepared for today.

Fuck, I really can't do it when I'm muddy!

Bang!

As soon as the young man dropped the sneer on the corner of his mouth, he heard it explode, as if a mine had been placed under him, and the whole table flew up like a sky on the spot.

A figure punches like an arrow in the flying dishes and chopsticks.

Half-step crash fist!

As soon as Han Yi made a move, he was like a crouching tiger lying lazily just now, and his limbs stretched out in an instant.

There is a smooth and natural potential!

Wang Chan, who was on the side, heard a humming sound in her ears, like a tiger and a beast gasping, and there was a creaking sound from the stool under her body.

Immediately after that, Wang Chan heard the wind on Han Yi's fist, and there was a crisp sound in the wind.

Syllable!

Mingjin!

Wang Chan was startled, and felt the hairs on her neck stand up!

Wang Chan looked dumbfounded, and saw that Han Yi punched the dumbfounded pheasant boy in the chest without any resistance, and after taking several steps back, the pheasant boy's face was pale and he hadn't come back to his senses, but Han Yi had already pounced in front of him again, leaned over and hugged him, and fell directly!

Boom!

The ground shook, Han Yi disappeared again, turned around and came to the inch-headed boy with a tiger pounce, and before this inch-headed man could react, a tiger pounce hit the inch-headed boy's chest like a tiger biting an antelope.

The huge force made the two of them roll to the ground in an instant, Han Yi had no scruples at all, as soon as he fell to the ground, the inch-headed boy panicked and wanted to get up, Han Yi was facing him, a chicken pecked rice, and his forehead hit the inch-headed boy's face directly.

Click!

Broken nose!

Lie on your stomach, you still remember!

Han Yi snorted coldly in his heart, and as soon as the seven stars under his feet turned, his body rolled, and he approached Wang Chan.

At this time, Wang Chan was still dumbfounded and sat on the stool, which happened to be about the same height as Han Yi's body, and she didn't think that Han Yi was the first cannon to hit and bombard.

Syllable!

The sound exploded in her ears, Wang Chan reacted, her face turned white in an instant, even if the cold hair exploded, it was too late, so she had to close her hands to her chest as if sealed.

"Humph!"

No hands, one punch and three strengths!

First, he straightened his strength and rushed away from Wang Chan's hands, and then picked up from between the two valleys, and after the challenge, Han Yi's fist slammed down again.

Without mercy, he spit out and clicked.

This Wang Chan, along with the stool, was blown away by Han Yi's cannon fist, and rolled for two or three meters before stopping.

Wang Chan turned over and sat on the ground again, tears already flowing.

Han Yi didn't look at it and stood up.

Bang!

At this time, the table, dishes, chopsticks, and food fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

Lao Yang's table reacted dumbfounded.

"The dragon raises the mine and moves first, and the wind blows the branches of the tree! Hahaha, at a young age, he has become a bright strength, amazing!"

Laughter came from outside, and a general with gray sideburns walked in, followed by a group of officers, both men and women.