Chapter 645

"Water breaking rock fist?"

The drunkard could not help frowning.

I haven't heard of it. Maybe it's a new small sect?

How dare the little school master with no name challenge his drinkers?

I don't know what I can do!

Although the drinker didn't say it clearly, his disdainful expression was written on his face.

After all, he is the leader of the Beiquan group. How can he see a small Japanese boxer in his eyes.

Yamamoto naturally saw the attitude of the drinker, with anger on his face.

"Are you Chinese warriors so shortsighted and contemptuous?"

"Although my master became famous later, he unified the whole Japanese boxing world. Even Kawashima Fangxiong was defeated by my master. The royal family of our country even granted me the title of paladin. Why do you look down on my master?"

"What, even Kawashima Fangxiong was defeated by your master?"

This time, the drinker finally moved.

Japan is a small country, but there are several famous experts in the world. Kawashima Fangxiong is one of them. He is one of the top three martial arts experts in Japan.

I didn't expect to be defeated by Kato?

"That's a little interesting!" The drunkard suddenly sneered and immediately took a look at Yamamoto.

"Well, I'll give you a chance!"

"I give three punches. If you can take my three punches, I will accept your master's challenge!"

"Of course, I only use one level of skill! It won't take your life! " The drunkard said suddenly, with a faint banter on his face.

Naturally, he made this request with his own purpose.

Know your enemy and your friend, and you will win a hundred battles!

First of all, the little Japanese boy hurt his apprentice. Naturally, he wanted to get his face back.

Second, you can also find out the details of the opponent's martial arts through these three fists.

"Is that true?" Finally, Yamamoto was relieved that he could go back to his master.

The next moment, the drunkard's disciples looked like a fool.

"This boy really thought he could take master's three punches?"

"Even if it's a level of master's skill, no one can afford it!"

"I don't know what to do!"

There was a lot of discussion and a look of irony on their faces. In their opinion, the boy would die miserably.

But Yamamoto didn't care at all. His clogs moved slowly to both sides. Even with a strange fist, his hands tapered up and down in front of his chest.

"What's this? Snake boxing? "

"How do I feel like a chicken

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The disciples could not help laughing.

Only Jiang Beichen's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, but he showed an interesting expression.

"Master drunkard, come on, I'll wait for your move!" There was no fear on Yamamoto's face, but a glow of excitement in his eyes.

The drunkard frowned. I didn't expect that the boy really didn't know what to do. Can't help but sneer, also don't talk nonsense, big sleeve a wave, suddenly toward the front step.

A just fierce incomparable fist directly toward the front rushed out!

For a moment, the real Qi suddenly released, flying around, as if there was an invisible dragon directly towards Yamamoto Jiro bumped past!

Too fast!

Before Yamamoto could make a response, he was already pressed by the drinker's fist intention. Yamamoto's bones crackled, and he also snorted. He knelt down on one knee and took the storm.

For more than ten seconds, the wind and waves finally ended. Yamamoto staggered and his mouth slowly spilled a wisp of red blood.

"Master drunkard really deserves his reputation. It's just a level of skill. I almost lost my life!" Yamamoto raised his head, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with admiration in his eyes.

But now the voice is a little weak, obviously suffered a lot of injury.

"Well, in that case, do you dare to take the second punch?" The drunkard brushed his sleeve and stood up with a proud face.

I believe it's time for the boy to retreat.

But

"Come on Yamamoto even slowly stood up, once again put the power.

Everyone was in a daze.

Is this kid a fool?

The first punch almost died, even dare to take, this is really not afraid of death!

"It's arrogant and arrogant to be a Japanese!"

"Since you want to die, I'll help you!" The drunkard got angry. The boy didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Second punch!

It's a light blow, but it's even more terrifying than the one just now. Even the air around it is broken.

Jiang Beichen nodded to himself. The drunkard's understanding of boxing has reached the ultimate level, but it's not a false name.Bang!

This time, Yamamoto was unable to fight. He was blown out of the door and landed heavily on the ground. He vomited a mouthful of blood and didn't get up for a long time.

"Ha ha! This is the end of pretending to be forced! "

"I don't know how to advance or retreat. How about this? I can't get up! "

"If it wasn't for master's mercy, the boy would have died!"

However, in a group of sarcastic voice, Yamamoto Jiro actually slowly got up again, bowed his body with a bruised face, with a grim smile on his face, and walked in slowly from the door.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

I didn't expect that after such a serious injury, the boy could still get up?

The drinker's face also changed. Naturally, he felt that he could not hang up his face.

"Master drunkard, please give the third punch!" Yamamoto gasped slightly and said that there was no fear on his face. On the contrary, he was more and more excited, which made the drinkers feel frightened.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Good, good! I will help you today The drunkard was angry. He had never been provoked like this.

Immediately, the third punch came straight out.

The fist was also soft, but in the middle of the fight, the style of the fist suddenly changed, like a dragon and tiger, with a faint roar, and suddenly shot out towards the front.

All the disciples were wide eyed.

This is drunk boxing!

I didn't expect master to use his unique skill to become famous!

"Good boy, it's over!"

"I'm dead!"

"80% of the muscles and veins are broken, and all the bones have to be broken to pieces!"

You know, it was with this drunken fist that their master defeated the whole Beiquan, became a great master and won the title of "drunkard"!

In the eyes of all the disciples, the Japanese boy is dead!

However

Hi!

The original shaky Yamamoto suddenly gave a big drink and swept away his decadent state. Just when the boxing style was facing him, the whole person's energy and spirit suddenly changed, and the boxing style suddenly changed. Instead of avoiding, he was fighting towards the boxing style.

Poop, poop, poop!

In the air came the sound of bursting like a drum.

A pair of fists are like raindrops in the style of drunken boxing.

As if a breathing, played a hundred punches, and finally to force, even the drunken boxing style all took down.

Finally, all the fists became invisible, and Yamamoto slowly closed his fists and stood up.

"Master drunkard, give in!" Yamamoto looked at it jokingly.

At the moment, people's faces were frozen.

For a long time, the drunkard sighed.

"The first two punches show the enemy's weakness. The last punch, show the card

"The Japanese are really cunning!" The drunkard shook his head and shook his old fists slowly.

"I'm not tired of deceit. I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat!" Yamamoto's eyes twinkled with a sneer.

"Well, I promise you!"

"Go back and tell your master that I accept his challenge!" The drunkard said faintly. I took the challenge from the other master.

What I didn't expect was that at the moment, Yamamoto suddenly sneered.

"In my opinion, it's better than martial arts!"

"Because you are not my master's rival at all!"

Yamamoto spoke haughtily in a disdainful tone.

When the drinker heard this, his thick eyebrows suddenly picked up.

"What did you say, boy?"