Chapter 647

"Zhao Changzhi, in particular, has been silly. He looks at the tall and straight figure in the field.

"You, you are the master of martial arts?"

A trembling voice came out of Zhao Changzhi's throat.

Because he's not sure his judgment is true.

If it's not true, how can we explain what we just saw?

After all, the strength of that Jiro Yamamoto is obvious to all. If it wasn't for the martial arts master, who could have done it so easily?

And if it's true.

How old is this guy?

Such a young master of martial arts is really

At the moment, even the drinker's face can't help being moved.

Originally, he thought he overestimated the young man, but he underestimated him!

A master of martial arts in his twenties is unheard of!

Even at this age, he is far inferior.

Cough!

On the other side, Yamamoto struggles to get up from the ground, looking at Jiang Beichen in surprise.

"I didn't expect there would be such a terrible monster like you in China!"

After a short absence, he has recovered calm, but his arrogant and domineering appearance can no longer be seen.

If one mountain is higher than another, it seems that he underestimated the martial arts and Taoism of China.

Jiangbeichen is slowly toward him to walk in the past, the eyes are very ruthless.

"Do you remember what you just said?"

"Kneel down and apologize immediately!"

"Palm your mouth!"

Dare you say Chinese are sick men?

It's absolutely unreasonable. If we don't show some color today, it would be more than 100 years ago?

"Let me kneel down and apologize?" Jiro Yamamoto disdains to sneer.

"Don't you think about it!"

"What's my Japanese identity?"

"Why kneel down to you Chinese people! You poor people, it's impossible to make me bow! "

He can't kneel to Chinese people!

As a Japanese samurai, we should respect the spirit of samurai and never bow down!

"No kneeling?"

Jiangbeichen sneer, slowly step forward, Yamamoto Jiro plop, solid ground kneel on the ground.

"You, you dare to force me?" Yamamoto raised his head and gritted his teeth, staring at Jiang Beichen fiercely, his face full of unwilling color.

Bang!

Huge pressure directly bent his spine, the whole person like a dog can only crawl on the ground.

Click!

After a crisp sound, the two arms are like noodles, and they come together in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, my arms are useless. I'm afraid I can't practice boxing any more!

"If you don't apologize, you'll lose your life. Choose for yourself!" Jiangbeichen sent out a sneer.

"I, I apologize!"

In the face of death, no one can be afraid, and Yamamoto finally counseled.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm wrong! It's my fault

"I shouldn't say that Chinese people are sick men!"

"I'm the sick man, we Japanese are the sick man!" Yamamoto called out shivering. It's really frightening to be watched by this young man, just like death!

On one side, Zhao Changzhi and others were all excited.

If not for jiangbeichen, today let this Yamamoto Jiro leave, I'm afraid their drinkers will become a big joke.

Jiangbeichen this is for them very ruthlessly out of the bad.

Who says there is no one in China?

A young master in his twenties, do you have one in Japan?

It's hard to compete with the dragon in a small area!

"All right, go away!"

"Go back and tell your master that we will win the martial arts contest tomorrow!" Jiangbeichen coldly opened his mouth, voice just fell, that invisible pressure has been released from Yamamoto Jiro's body.

As soon as he was pardoned, Yamamoto took his soft arm and ran out in embarrassment.

When he came outside, he would stare at the gate of the villa and gnash his teeth: "you wait, tomorrow I will let my master kill you all!"

"I didn't expect that, Xiaoyou is really a hero!"

At this time in the yard, the drinker came over with his eyes and his tone was not as arrogant as before, but the tone of his peers.

After all, the one who achieves martial arts is the first, and the other is the master of martial arts now, so he should make friends with his peers.

What's more, the future of this son can't be considered. He doesn't want to be easy to get into trouble any more.

A powerful friend, far more than a powerful enemy, is worth it!

"Don't you ask me for Kung Fu?" Jiang Beichen is joking.

The drinker's face was a little embarrassed. He quickly waved his hand. "I was rude before. I hope you don't care!"The hero laughs and dies.

Originally, it was not a big feud between life and death. There was no need to be too serious.

"It's just that you have to be careful about the contest tomorrow!" Jiangbeichen suddenly opened his mouth.

"Judging from the current situation, you don't seem to be the opponent of takero Kato!"

Hearing this, the drunkard was stunned and immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Xiaoyou, you look down on me?"

He is one of the top ten experts on the Hualong list, and one of the ten most powerful people in China.

This hasn't been fought yet, this boy actually said that he is not an opponent?

The drunkard suddenly felt despised.

"I'm just telling the truth!" Jiangbeichen light mouth way.

"Your boxing method is soft to conquer hard, but soft is the main method, with strength. The opponent's boxing method is hard, with strength superimposed. You will never move forward, just to restrain your drunken boxing!"

"So I say you will lose!" Jiang north Chen a face affirms to open a way.

When the drunkard heard this, he was suddenly silent.

Indeed, what the other side said is not without reason.

Before Yamamoto's last punch, he felt it. After the superposed strength, it was terrible.

If you change it into the true yuan of the martial arts master, I'm afraid the power will be even more unimaginable!

"Master Jiang, are you alarmist?"

"Our master is a master of hualongbang! Never fail in life

"You can't grow other people's ambition and destroy your prestige!" Zhao Changzhi was a little unconvinced and said, but now his name has changed, and his face is not as arrogant as before.

Other disciples agreed, not believing that their master would lose.

The drunkard suddenly waved his hand and stopped the disciples.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, why don't we make a bet?" The drinker burst into laughter with a confident expression on his face.

He doesn't believe he's going to lose!

Anyway, he is the leader of Beiquan!

What's more, he didn't exert all his strength in his fist just now. He still has the ability to look after his family. How can he easily admit defeat.

"Do you want to know my kung fu again?" Jiangbeichen mouth slightly warped, a see each other's mind, but also don't care.

"OK, tell me about it!"

The drunkard nodded, "well, if I win this Kato Wulong tomorrow, you will teach me that set of skills. If I lose, I will worship you as my teacher. From now on, I'll serve you as a drunkard and be your leader!"

All the disciples were moved by this.

I didn't expect Shifu to make such a bet!

If you lose, won't this boy become their master?

"I say you're too cunning, aren't you?" Jiang Beichen has a silent expression on his face.

"Whether you win or lose, you don't seem to lose."

This old man is such a chicken thief!

If you win, you will naturally get the skills from yourself. If you lose, you can worship yourself as a teacher. As a master, you will naturally pass on his skills.

In order to get the skills, the old man really did everything he could!

"Tomorrow I will go to watch the battle, depending on your performance. If you are too poor, I won't accept it!"

Jiangbeichen finish saying this, a face dislike ground shook to shake head, immediately stride toward outside.

Zhao Changzhi and others are very popular.

What's that called? You think their master's qualification is too poor?

Besides, how do you know our master will lose!

"Master, you..." Zhao Changzhi looked over anxiously.

"Don't worry!"

"I will never lose as a teacher!" The drunkard said confidently.

As the most powerful, the heart of nature invincible!

Even though this water breaking rock fist is a little strange, he is confident to cope with it.