Chapter 363： Brother Feng is much stronger than you

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"This girl is really spicy!"

"The so-called masters from West Asia are also funny enough, obviously they are not very good, they have to find a job somewhere, and they have a small alliance. I really don't know what it means."

"They have a lot of ghost ideas in mind. They just want to knock out some opponents before the Qianlong list compares, huh! But unfortunately they have wrong ideas and should not come to the trouble of our Chinese masters. This is The performance of the brain is broken. "

In the cafeteria, a handful of Chinese masters laughed and laughed.

No one would doubt that Sabah would be miserable after Chen Xin chased out.

what!

Immediately, a painful scream came from outside the cafeteria.

The sound naturally came from Saba's mouth, and it must have been stung.

The diners in the cafeteria all had a meaningful smile on their faces.

what……

But then, a woman's scream sounded, "Jia Mude, you actually attacked me!"

"Sneak attack?" Yang Shiwen took the lead to stand up. "Someone attacked Chen Xin, Feng Brother. Can't help this time?"

"Help!" Liu Feng also stood up.

"On our own Chinese territory, if a girl is bullied by a foreigner, we are not worthy of being called Xi Wu." Lin Yichen got up and went out first.

"Chen Xin just called out Jia Mude's name, huh, huh! The boss of the West Asian Little League actually came, go and see."

"Jiamud should be the only candidate for the West Asians to compete for a good place on the Qianlong list. He will run out now to find something, not afraid to get out early?"

"Go and see. If Jia Mude is really looking for death, I don't mind sending him a ride."

Everyone else in the cafeteria got up and walked quickly.

When the three Liu Fengs went out, they saw Chen Xin stepping back quickly. At this time, a cross-shaped break appeared on the clothes on her shoulders, and she had been stained with blood.

Thirty meters away from Chen Xin, a young man standing with a single sword.

The young man had thick eyebrows, a tall nose, a chestnut fist, two thin lips, and a hint of yin.

This person is Jia Mude, a master from Yilang. What attracts the most attention is the sword in the hands of Jia Mude. His sword is completely different from the traditional sword in the Eastern sense. The sword is long and narrow, a bit like the fencing used by ancient Western knights.

As for Sabah, he was lying next to Jia Mude, his eyes were swollen like a small steamed bun, and his hands were covering his stomach, his body bowed like a cooked prawn.

At this time behind Jia Mude, followed by a group of people, these people are similar to Westerners, obviously from West Asia.

"It's weak!"

Facing a crowd of Chinese masters coming out of the cafeteria, Jia Mude actually said in a slightly blunt Chinese language: "What is the Chinese unrivaled myth of martial arts? I don't think it is really good! Doesn't Huaxia have a decent master? "

"You mean!"

Chen Xin was so angry that he bit his white silver teeth and said, "If you suddenly come out to attack me, you dare to say that I am weak. If you are singled out, an old lady like you can hit a hundred."

"Well, to give you a chance to challenge, you come to hit me!" Jia Mude fluttered the sword in his hand, his gaze was provocative.

"Okay, I'll just ... uh!"

Leng Mei Chen Xin was eager to continue her shots, but when she took a step, she softened her feet and even half-knelt to the ground.

"Haha! Huaxia girl, her legs are soft in front of Jia Mude?"

"Don't have the courage to hit the wool? Smells, you will meet Jia Mude and our masters in West Asia in the future. You better keep a low profile."

"Huaxia girl, do you kneel in front of Jia Mude like this, do you want to kneel ... lick? Hahaha ..."

The West Asians behind Jia Mude laughed proudly, and it seemed that the Jia Mude in front of them was the same Liu.

"It's poison!"

From the Huaxia side, a young bald man wearing ordinary sportswear said: "The donor Chen Xin was poisoned, but my Shaolin disciple is not good at detoxification."

"It's the poison of vines."

At this time, Liu Feng came to Chen Xin's side, crouched down, grabbed her wrist, and gave her pulse while saying: "This poison is not fatal in a short time, but it will make the muscles weak for a period of time. The scariest thing is that if you can't detoxify, your muscles will slowly shrink in the future until you lose your ability to move. "

"You, don't need you to help me." Chen Xin glared at Liu Feng and whispered.

"I'm not just helping you now, but I'm protecting the face of the Chinese people." Liu Feng had twisted three silver needles in his hands and stabbed them on Chen Xin'er's body.

Humph!

At the same time, Jia Mude said coldly: "Knowing that it is the poison of Luo Manzhu vine, you dare to apply needles arbitrarily, can this poison be solved with a few needles?"

All the Chinese people present were frowning at the same time. These real martial arts masters had limited knowledge of medicine, and it was even impossible to understand foreign poisons. Seeing Jia Mude so confident and arrogant, everyone was inevitably worried.

But Liu Feng suddenly came to the sentence, "Isn't this poison awesome? Don't say the little vine vine poison, which is the poison of your West Asian red scorpion. I can also remove it with three shots."

Paw ... oh!

While saying these words, Liu Feng quickly pulled out the three needles, and then patted him behind Chen Xin's shoulder, and a black blood line shot out along the wound on Chen Xin's shoulder.

"Well, you take a two-minute break and you're guaranteed to recover completely."

After Liu Feng did all of this, he stood up again, raised his hand to Jia Mude, and then scornfully ticked his fingers. "Come, I'll single you out. If you can't beat you in three moves, I will lose."

Huh!

This sentence is too shocking, that is, the masters on the side of Huaxia have been thundered enough.

"Friend, I admire your domineering, but your words are a little too, too, too full, not easy to accept."

"Yes, friend, you don't need to say three, five, or ten, just win him."

"Well! Forget it, whether you can win or not, dare to say that three moves defeated Jia Mude, and I admire you."

On the Chinese side, many people are talking to help Liu Feng round the field. When facing the enemy, regardless of whether there will be a competitive relationship in the future, most Chinese people can still ensure national unity.

However, the bald young man who claimed to be from the Shaolin School glanced at Liu Feng with contempt, and said impatiently: "This little donor, I also admire your domineering, but excessive domineering is equivalent to bragging. "

Oh?

Liu Feng turned his head to look at the bald young man, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The bald young man was also looking at Liu Feng, and still said very badly: "You don't have to look at me like this. I am a Shaolinist from the Shaolin school. The poor monk has never been used to you and only talked about it. People, but because of your good medical skills and the cure of the girl Chen Xin, you said that I won't be so crazy about the three moves to win Jia Mude. "

"It turned out that he is Shi Chanxin." "This powerful monk who claims to never participate in the rankings has once defeated the barbarian who ranked third in the rankings!"

"Although Shi Chanxin does not participate in the rankings, his fame is quite high, and he is even as famous as Su Mo, who is called Shaolin Chanxin and Wudang Su Mo."

Other Chinese masters have shown awe to this young man's bald head. It seems that this Zen Buddhism is very famous in the Chinese martial arts world.

As for Liu Feng, his fame is spread in the army and high society, so in the circle of the real martial arts world, so here than fame, obviously everyone will pay more attention to the Zen mind.

After hearing everyone's discussions, Shi Chanxin's corner of the mouth inadvertently stirred up a proud arc, indicating that although this product does not participate in the rankings, it is actually an existence that desperately wants to receive attention.

"Well, you don't need to raise the poor monk so high."

Shi Zen's heart waved, and he looked at Liu Feng deliberately. "And you, I didn't mean to aim at you. The poor monk just hopes you learn to be humble."

"moron!"

Liu Feng glanced at Shi Chanxin, then stepped towards Jia Mude, "Come on, three moves to defeat you, and then I will go back to rest."

"Arrogance!"

Jia Mude, who was standing opposite Liu Feng, and Shi Chan, who stood behind Liu Feng, shouted these words in unison.

Huh!

It was just that Liu Feng didn't care, his body suddenly flashed, like a lightning strike to the opposite side of Jia Mude.

Although Jia Mude was arrogant, the speed shown by Liu Feng's movement had already made him feel tremendous pressure. He held the sword in both hands and slammed forward, "Go to death!"

The sword was fierce and fast, and Liu Feng, who was thrown at him, was cut into two pieces ~ www.novelhall.com ~ 嚯!

At this moment, both the West Asians and the Chinese were exclaimed.

However, a sword cut off Jia Mude but there was no joy at all, because he knew that what he had cut off was only an afterimage.

"dead!"

After missing a sword, Jia Mude swept the sword with almost no hesitation.

Another shadow was cut in two by a sword, but the real Liu Feng had already appeared behind Jia Mude.

Huh!

This Jia Mude was really powerful. He didn't turn around and didn't even turn his head back. The long sword in his hand turned backwards and stabbed back from his armpit.

"Your response is good, and your fighting consciousness is very strong, but unfortunately ..."

Liu Feng's voice sounded in Jia Mude's ear, and at the same time, a blade of light that appeared like nothing appeared flashed on Jia Mude's neck. "Unfortunately, you can't move in front of me. There is not enough flexible footwork and body style to guarantee. No matter how sharp your sword moves are, they are just a fool. "

At this point, Liu Feng had appeared in front of Jia Mude again. Liu Feng was holding a ruler machete in his right hand. The sharp blade was against Jia Mude's neck, and the cold light was flowing.

At this time, Jia Mude, as ugly as his face, is as ugly as he is. Not only is Iran's top master, he almost faintly possesses the weather of the first master in West Asia.

But in the face of Liu Feng, after he issued three swords in succession, he was defeated with only one sword. This blow is enough to leave a shadow that will never be erased in the mind of a martial artist.

"Monk, how do you think of Liu Feng's kung fu? Does he need to support you with his crazy words?"

At the same time, Yang Shiwen suddenly raised her white and proud little chin, crooked her head and looked at Shi Mude, "Although I haven't seen you behind, but I think ... Feng Feng is much stronger than you. "