1309 Practice with me
"How come I've never seen him?"
Song Ying tilted her head and looked at the ring curiously.
"What's the meaning?"
"You don't know, I know all the reputable martial arts masters in Haibin City. I also know the people who come here every year in the league. But this man... look at his sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, I have never seen him before."
"No impression at all?"
"No, is he a new martial artist?"
Song Ying thought about it, "But... in recent times, I haven't heard of any martial arts gyms moving from other places. Here, the new gym owner has arrived, and every martial arts gym must worship the mountain. This is a rule."
"I see, but it could just be a passing vigilante tourist like me."
"It's also possible, let's take a look first and then talk about it."
The host ordered the game to start, and the guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shouted loudly.
"Stop nagging! To tell you the truth, I am not a stupid martial artist!"
His shout made everyone around him look at him sideways, thinking who is this person and why are he speaking arrogantly in this martial arts competition
"Chinese martial arts masters are just girly kung fu! I practiced karate in the island country since I was a child. This is the skill for fighting!"
The man had yellow hair and looked arrogant, as if he was arrogant.
"Fuck you!"
"What a piece of shit, get out of here!"
The man's rude behavior immediately angered the surrounding martial artists and spectators. Haibin City is fond of martial arts, but at this moment, an unknown man suddenly appeared and cursed Chinese martial arts. Isn't this tantamount to causing hatred
"snort!"
Huang Mao looked at the shouting people around him. He sneered, turned around and kicked off the flagpole with the Coastal League flag hanging next to it!
"Have you seen these idiots in your country?"
Huang Mao's face was full of pride.
"Audacity! Lawlessness!"
"Hit your ancestors!"
"Why do you insult Chinese martial arts and return your country to your country? Aren't you Chinese?"
The shouting and cursing around him became louder, but Huang Mao crossed his arms and mocked, "A group of ignorant and backward guys have the ability to come up and fight me. If anyone can beat me, I will admit that your Chinese martial arts are indeed good, and I apologize to you personally. If you can't, you have to admit that Chinese martial arts is garbage! Don't practice this stupid thing in the future!"
Song Ying was also so angry that the little girl was shaking all over, biting her lips until they turned purple, and her ponytail swaying.
"I'm going to go up and beat this idiot!"
"Not in a hurry."
Li Fancheng Mansion was much more advanced than her, so although he was angry, he could endure it first and take a look before talking.
"Your Excellency, you have such a strong tone!"
At this moment, a cold voice came from the side. There was indescribable chicness and pride in this voice.
Everyone followed the sound and turned their heads to look, and they all felt happy immediately.
The speaker was a handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a white military uniform, with his arms folded and the words "True Dragon Gym" printed on his back.
"Oh, it's Brother Liang!"
Song Ying was very happy when she saw this man. She couldn't help but clapped her hands, "He's not even happy anymore. It seems like that kid is finished!"
"Brother Liang? Who is he?"
Li Fan became curious.
"He is our five-time league champion!"
Song Ying looked at the young man with admiration, and her eyes began to sparkle again, "Who among us in Haibin City doesn't know his name? The leader of the True Dragon Gym, the successor of the True Dragon Quick Legs, Liang National standard!”
"Is this person very powerful?"
Li Fan asked.
"Not only is he awesome, his real dragon's fast legs are simply a magical skill today!"
Song Ying was very envious when she said it, "Our martial arts masters in Haibin City all look up to him. I just don't know, the Seven Heroes Boxing you learned is better than Brother Liang and Director Liang's Real Dragon Fast Kicks." Which one is weak?"
"Our Seven Heroes Fist is certainly powerful, but it also has shortcomings."
Li Fan modestly said, "Martial arts in the world are extensive and profound. Even the small Five Tigers Broken Door Sword has its subtleties! I really want to see how powerful Director Liang's Zhenlong Kuai Kung is." Law."
"If Brother Liang wants to take action, you and I will be lucky enough to see it!"
"Then do you think Brother Liang will take action?"
"That's hard to say. Let's take a look at this Huang Mao's strength first! Maybe he's just bragging!"
Song Ying particularly despised Huang Mao. Not only her, but everyone here was unhappy with Huang Mao and wanted to go up and slap him twice.
"Liang Guobiao?"
Huang Mao glanced at the leader of the True Dragon Gym with a sneer on his face, "I heard that your real insect's fast legs are very powerful. I don't know if it's just a false reputation. Why don't you come up and let me take a look?"
"Since you want to see my real dragon's fast legs, that's fine."
Liang Guobiao was also a bit wealthy. After hearing these words, although his expression was cold, he was neither angry nor annoyed.
"Hey, Brother Liang, why do you need to take action on such a little bastard? Just leave it to me!"
A middle-aged man wearing a red military uniform said next to him. He pressed his palms on the ring and immediately jumped up and stood in front of Huang Mao.
"Oh, it's Uncle Wu! He is the descendant of Iron Fist, and he was also in the top four in previous years. He is quite powerful!"
Song Ying is very familiar with these martial arts practitioners in Haibin City.
"Well, let him go to the outpost."
"Hey, how could this be an outpost?"
Song Ying reminded Li Fan, "Uncle Wu is so awesome! I can't even survive three of his iron fist moves!"
"Oh, so powerful?"
Li Fan showed a little interest, but Huang Mao looked nonchalant and raised his fingers at Uncle Wu, "Old man, even you want to challenge me. Go home and buy groceries!"
"You brat, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know how high the sky is!"
"Your countrymen are just stupid."
Huang Mao curled his lips and said, "If you want to die, come on."
Uncle Wu immediately jumped over, with iron wire and steel rings wrapped around his arms, rubbed them a few times, and then smashed the yellow hair down on his head.
"when!"
Huang Mao raised his foot and kicked to pieces the iron wire and steel ring wrapped around Uncle Wu's wrist. Uncle Wu also took two steps back under the force. His face was pale, his arms were so weak, and he couldn't even lift himself up.
"Old bastard, get down!"
Huang Mao took a step forward and slapped Uncle Wu on the heart with another palm. Uncle Wu was forced to shoot a mouthful of blood, flew out of the ring, and fell heavily to the ground.
"OMG… "
"This guy is so powerful..."
It was a mess all around.
"Don't panic, everyone, call the ambulance team!"
Liang Guobiao was very calm. He gave an order and the surrounding area became quiet. The medical team on the side also hurriedly carried Uncle Wu away.
"The people in your country are indeed rubbish."
Huang Mao sneered again and again, "Does anyone still dare to practice with me?"