Chapter 1206

Meng Yiren and the others looked and were shocked again.

It was a middle-aged man who was a head taller than the burly man in the leather jacket, about three to five years older, also wearing a plain gray leather jacket, with two scars above his left eye, adding to his majestic and burly physique. There was a bit of ferocity.

The burly man in the leather jacket was still in a good mood, but when he saw the burly man with the scar, he immediately froze, "Big... big brother!"

The strong man with the scar was holding a plate of food in his left hand. Walking over with big strides, he raised his hand and gave him a chestnut, the pain made the burly man in the leather jacket gasp.

"Brat!"

"Tell you not to mess around outside. You don't understand, do you?"

Under the eyes of everyone, the strong man with the scar scolded him, and then apologized to Meng Yiren and others:

"Sorry, everyone, my name is Chen Long, and this is my younger brother Chen Hu."

"How offensive. Please don't take offense."

The scarred man named Chen Long was very polite.

Meng Yiren was so frightened that his face turned pale, he waved his hands again and again, saying that it was all right.

"Farewell."

Chen Long glanced at Yuan Guoliang, turned around and grabbed his younger brother Chen Hu's ear, and strode away.

"Hiss! Brother! There are so many people, save me some face..."

"Save face! Save face, I will save face for you!"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"Did you ignore what I told you before going out?"

While Chen Hu was blasted, he was taken away by Chen Long.

Meng Yiren looked at the mess on the ground in shock.

That strong man named Chen Hu must have too much strength!

She could see clearly that Chen Hu only stretched out one finger, and gently pushed Yuan Guoliang's chest, and the latter flew out, knocked over the dining table, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Guo Liang!"

"Are you okay? Get up!"

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Several colleagues rushed over and helped Yuan Guoliang up from the ground.

Yuan Guoliang went mad with anger, "Damn it! Bring my cell phone, I want to call the police! Dare to hit me. I want him to lose money!"

hear this.

At the next table, an elegant man in a shirt who was eating, couldn't help laughing:

"Little brother, I advise you to forget it."

"Those two are well-known dragon brothers and tiger brothers in the martial arts world. Together, the two of them can even compete with a strong man in the realm of generals. Ordinary people can't afford to provoke them."

ah?

Martial arts world?

Dragon brother and tiger brother?

A strong general?

Yuan Guoliang and Meng Yiren could not hear what the other party was talking about.

"Hehe, it seems that there are a few of them. They are not from the circle..."

The elegant man glanced at Meng Yiren with a smiling gaze. He was about thirty years old, wearing thin-rimmed glasses and a white Versace shirt.

"We're here to take photos and gather folk songs."

Meng Yiren suddenly spoke out, very curious in his heart, "Excuse me. The circle you mentioned is..."

"The world of martial arts, that is, the rivers and lakes in martial arts novels."

The refined man didn't hide anything, and looked around, "The people who eat in this courtyard are basically warriors from all over the world."

"Musha?……"

Meng Yiren froze for a moment. I looked at each other with the four members of the team, but still couldn't understand.

It's the 21st century, so there are no warriors left.

Yuan Guoliang frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "You mean, practicing fighting and Sanda?"

"Fighting Sanda? Hahaha, of course not..."

The elegant man was amused, "We are practicing ancient martial arts handed down from our ancestors, how can the childish fighting skills of Westerners be comparable?"

His deep cultural self-confidence can be heard in his words.

"Ancient martial arts..."

Yuan Guoliang rubbed his chest. Suddenly there was some interest, "Bruce Lee?"

"Bruce Lee... he can barely be considered a warrior."

The refined man's tone was very loud, as if he didn't take this kung fu superstar deified by the Chinese people in his eyes at all. "But if you face Chen Hu just now, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive even three moves."

"What?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Yuan Guoliang was stunned, with a hint of anger in his tone. "I'm talking about Bruce Lee who learned Wing Chun and created Jeet Kune Do in the country of Wu!"

"An outsider is an outsider after all."

The elegant man smiled, "That Chen Hu is a descendant of Hongquan from the Xiangxi generation. He has innate late-stage cultivation. It is no problem to single out two Siberian tigers, let alone Bruce Lee."

"..."

Meng Yiren, Yuan Guoliang and the other five were shocked, as if they were listening to a martial arts novel.

"Then, let me show you a little bit."

The refined man seemed to be interested.

He put down the steak knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and then told a follower next to him: "Give me a chopstick."

"Brother. Here you are."

An honest-looking young man handed over a chopstick respectfully.

The elegant man took it with one hand, and then, under the watchful eyes of the five Meng Yiren, threw his hands away!

"call out!"

The wooden chopsticks shot out like an arrow!

With a click, it inserted into the trunk of a ginkgo tree not far away. The whole tree shook three times, and the leaves fell like rain.

"Fuck?!"

"My God!"

"this……"

"real or fake!"

In the courtyard, apart from Meng Yiren, Yuan Guoliang and others, no one was surprised.

Some martial artists who were eating just glanced at them lightly, and then continued to eat.

Yuan Guoliang was dumbfounded, and hurried over to check.

I saw that half of the chopsticks were inserted into the tree trunk, and he pulled it out several times before pulling it out!

"This... this big brother!"

"How on earth did you do it?"

Yuan Guoliang came back stunned, his face turned pale, "Can you teach me?"

"This is the power of true qi, which you ordinary people cannot understand."

The refined man smiled casually.

"In the world, there are actually warriors..."

"My God..."

Meng Yiren was also stunned, and couldn't help but said again: "Excuse me, why are there so many warriors gathered here? Could it be that something major has happened in Qingzhou recently?"

"Of course there is something big."

"A major event in the Jiangnan martial arts world!"

The elegant man said casually: "A mysterious strong man named Su Wolong wants to challenge the number one power in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is in this Yunlong mountain range!"

"The martial arts world has been quiet for too long, and it has been a long time since such an interesting thing happened, so everyone came to watch."

"This homestay is the closest to the Yunlong Mountains, so there are naturally many warriors staying here."

"You guys are ordinary people. It's best to be quiet these two days. Although warriors are not allowed to attack ordinary people at will, it's not worthwhile to anger us after all."

After listening to the elegant man's persuasion, Meng Yiren and others nodded.

Yuan Guoliang was so frightened that a bean-sized drop of cold sweat flowed from his forehead...

God, what did he just do?

Take a shot at a warrior who can kill two Siberian tigers?

Is he crazy? ?

"That little brother over there!"

At this moment, the elegant man looked at Su Chen who was not far away, and yelled with a smile:

"Tomorrow, are you interested in forming a team?"