Chapter 1309

1309 practice with me

"Why have I never seen him?"

Song Ying cocked her head and looked curiously at the challenge arena.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know, I know all the famous martial arts masters in this seaside city. I also know the people who come here every year in the league. But this person... You see his sharp mouth, but I've never seen him."

"No impression at all?"

"No, is it a new martial artist?"

Song Ying thought, "but... Recently, I haven't heard of any martial arts school moving from other places. Here we are, the new owner comes, and we have to pay homage to each martial arts school. This is the rule."

"I see, but it may be just Xiake tourists passing by like me."

"It's also possible. Let's have a look first."

The host ordered the game to start, and the guy with sharp nosed monkey cheeks shouted directly.

"Don't force me! To tell you the truth, I'm not a brain crippled martial artist!"

His cry attracted everyone around him to look at each other. He said in his heart, who is this? How can he speak wildly at this martial arts competition?

"Chinese martial arts master is just a girl's Kung Fu with fists and legs! I practiced karate in the island country since I was a child. This is the ability to fight!"

The man was dyed with yellow hair and looked arrogant, as if he were arrogant.

"Fart you!"

"What kind of dog, get out of here!"

The man's rude behavior immediately angered the martial arts teachers and audience around him. [zero ↑ nine △ small ↓ say △ net] good martial arts are popular in Haibin city. At this time, a man who doesn't know the so-called appeared and cursed Chinese martial arts. Isn't this equal to pulling hatred?

"Hum!"

Looking at these shouting people around, Huang Mao sneered, directly turned around and kicked off the flagpole next to the flag of the seaside League!

"See, you idiots."

Huang Mao's face is full of pride.

"Boldness! Lawlessness!"

"Your ancestors!"

"Why do you abuse Chinese Wushu and return it to your country? Aren't you Chinese?"

The shouting and scolding around became louder, but Huang Mao held his arm and sneered, "a group of stupid and backward guys have the ability to fight with me. If anyone can win me, I will admit that your Chinese martial arts are really good, and apologize to you personally. If not, you must admit that Chinese martial arts are garbage! Don't practice this brain crippling thing in the future!"

Song Ying was also very angry. The little girl shivered all over, her lips bit purple, and her ponytail swayed.

"I'm going to go up and beat this silly guy!"

"Don't worry."

Li Fan Chengfu is much higher than her, so although he is angry, he can bear it first and have a look.

"Your Excellency, what a big tone!"

At this time, a cold voice came from the side. [zero ↑ nine △ small ↓ say △ net] there is indescribable elegance and pride in this voice.

The crowd followed the sound, turned their heads and looked, and immediately all were happy.

The speaker was a handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a white martial suit, holding his arms, and the words "Zhenlong Taoist hall" were printed on his back.

"Oh, it's brother Liang!"

Song Ying was also very happy to see this man. She couldn't help clapping her hands. "He's not happy anymore. It seems that the boy is finished!"

"Brother liang? Who is it?"

Li Fan became curious.

"He is our fifth consecutive league champion!"

Song Ying looked at the young man with a worshipful face, and the little stars began to appear in her eyes again. "Who doesn't know his name, we people in Haibin city? The owner of Zhenlong Road Museum, the successor of Zhenlong's fast legs, Liang Guobiao!"

"This man is very powerful?"

Li Fan asked.

"Not only is it powerful, his real dragon fast legs are simply today's magic!"

Song Ying was very envious when she said, "our martial arts masters in Haibin city follow his lead. I just don't know, compared with brother Liang and curator Liang's Zhenlong fast leg, which one is stronger or weaker?"

"Although our seven Xia boxing is powerful, it also has shortcomings."

Li fanqian said modestly, "the martial arts in the world are broad and profound. Even a small five tiger door breaking knife has its subtlety! I'd like to see how the curator Liang's real dragon fast leg is a strong method."

"If brother Liang wants to make a move, you and I will be lucky to see it!"

"Do you think brother Liang will do it?"

"That's hard to say. Let's take a look at the strength of this yellow hair first! Maybe he's just boasting about Niubi!"

Song Ying especially doesn't like this yellow hair. It's not just her. Everyone here is unhappy with this yellow hair and wants to slap him twice.

"Liang Guobiao?"

Huang Mao glanced at the owner of the real dragon hall and sneered, "I heard that your real insect fast legs are very powerful. I don't know if it's in vain. Why don't you come up and let me have a look?"

"Since you want to see my real dragon legs, it's OK."

The Liang Guobiao was also a little Chengfu. Although he looked cold, he was not angry.

"Hey, brother Liang, why do you need to do this little bastard? Just leave it to me!"

A middle-aged man in a red martial suit nearby said. As soon as his palm pressed the challenge arena, he immediately jumped up and stood in front of Huang Mao.

"Ouch, it's Uncle Wu! He is the successor of iron fist, and he was also a top four player in previous years, which is quite powerful!"

Song Ying is like a treasure to those who practice martial arts in Haibin city.

"Well, let him go to the outpost."

"Hey, how can it be sentinel!"

Song Ying reminded Li Fan, "Uncle Wu is awesome! I can't even pass his iron fist!"

"Oh, so powerful?"

Li Fan mentioned a little interest, but Huang Mao casually pointed at Uncle Wu, "old man, it's up to you. You want to fight with me, go home and buy vegetables!"

"Smelly boy, don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know heaven and earth!"

"You Chinese are stupid."

Huang Mao glanced, "if you want to die, come."

Uncle Wu immediately jumped over, wrapped his arms around iron wires and steel rings, rubbed a few times, and hit his head with yellow hair.

"When!"

Huang Mao raised his foot and forcibly kicked the iron wire and steel ring wrapped around Uncle Wu's wrist. Uncle Wu also retreated two steps under the force, his face was pale, his arms were weak, and he couldn't lift up his strength at all.

"Old bastard, get down!"

Huang Mao took another step forward and slapped Uncle Wu in the heart. Uncle Wu spewed out a mouthful of blood, flew out of the challenge arena and fell heavily to the ground.

"My God..."

"This guy is so awesome..."

It's messy around.

"Don't panic, everyone. Call the ambulance team!"

Liang Guobiao was very calm. He ordered that the surroundings be quiet, and the medical team on one side hurried to carry Uncle Wu away.

"People in your country are really rubbish."

Huang Mao sneered repeatedly, "does anyone dare to practice with me?"