Chapter 1628

1628 International Wushu Committee

Go out on the 9th, one for two.

This is the concept of the bank boss. The calculation given by the actuary is that on the 9th, Li Yun, let five!

"Let five? Kidding, that's number nine! Powerful number nine!"

The bank owner almost shouted at the top of his voice, "did you see how he defeated Shaolin monks before? Isn't Shaolin known as the largest sect in China? Let five? I think let three is enough!"

"It's safer."

The actuary hurried to explain, "after all, Li Yun performed very well in the previous games. He defeated Bosen and has such strength."

"Well, as you say."

Thinking that this Chinese martial arts master really defeated the powerful boxing champion parson, the boss eased his attitude a little.

"Anyway, people have to bet on Li Yun. The higher the audience expects of him, the more money I will win when I win on the 9th!"

"Boss, sixty-two percent of the money is invested in Li Yun."

Report to subordinates.

"Very good! It seems that everyone has high expectations for Li Yun!"

The bank boss was very satisfied, "this time I can not only get back the capital, but also earn double the profit! No one can win the powerful number nine! No one!"

"You're right!"

The actuary kept flattering.

On TV, the Li Yun contestant has come to the arena.

Standing opposite him was number nine in a black and gold combat suit.

"You make me feel familiar..."

Looking at Li Fan on the 9th, his eyes were a little suspicious, "you look like a person I've met."

"How can it be? I'm just an ordinary Chinese fighter."

Li Fan disguised his identity, "however, your excellency seems to have some misunderstandings about our Chinese Wushu. Today I can take this opportunity to let you know my Chinese Wushu again."

With that, he stretched out his hands and put on a posture, "although I am in Yingwu gate, I have the honor to practice a set of seven Xia boxing in the seven Xia gate before. Please give me your advice."

"Chinese martial arts, HuaQuan embroidered legs."

No. 9 sneered without hesitation, "I once met a so-called powerful Chinese fighter who claimed that China was the strongest. As a result, he was defeated by my fist. If any of you in China really impressed me, it was at most the Martial Emperor. His ability was very strong."

"In that case, let me ask you for advice."

Li Fan said, bowing his hand to number nine, "Yingwu gate, Li Yun, please give me some advice."

"The competition hasn't started yet, and the two players are at war!"

The host continued to stir up the atmosphere, "Jiang tongshuai, who do you think of in this game?"

"These two... Are both strong."

Jiang Feng endured a smile and said, "I think everyone has seen the combat effectiveness of Yingwu men. And the strength of the hero No. 9 from the United States emperor can't be underestimated. To be honest, I don't care who wins. I'm more concerned about how wonderful this competition will be."

"Since Jiang tongshuai said so, let's wait and see!"

The match between the 9th and Li Yun, needless to say, is very popular. Li Yun also defeated the powerful boxing champion parson in the previous competition! The fight between them should be very enjoyable!

"Come on, let you do it first."

No. 9 held his arm and stood there, as if he didn't care about Li Fan very much.

"Well, I'm welcome."

Li Fan said, and with a bounce under his feet, the whole person suddenly appeared in front of No. 9. No. 9 doesn't care at all. Chinese martial artists are fast, but what's the use of that?

"Black tiger climbs the mountain fiercely!"

Li Fan made three moves in a row, hitting No. 9 on the chest and chin, and finally buttoning it on his head.

"Bang!"

Li Fan pushed No. 9's head to the ground, and unexpectedly crushed No. 9's body and buckled it into the ground!

Watching No. 9's head hit the ground, the host exclaimed.

"No. 9 was smashed into the ground! Is he going to lose?"

"I don't think it's that easy."

Jiang Feng is more like an excellent commentary, "in terms of the physical strength of No. 9, this attack should be just a greeting for him."

Jiang Feng just finished speaking, No. 9 had stood up from the ground, and patted the dust on his body like no one else.

"Is that it?"

The ninth asked coldly.

"What's the hurry?"

Li Fan was not much surprised. "I just used 10% of my strength. Now let me try 50% of it?"

"How about letting you slap three times."

No. 9 was very arrogant, "come on."

"OK."

Li Fan came forward again. This time, he slapped directly on the chest of No. 9.

"Dragon spits beads!"

Li Fan's voice fell, and a powerful force exploded from the back of number nine! No. 9 bent over and slid back half a meter, but he still stabilized his body.

"There's another trick."

Li Fan put his hands in his pockets, looked at number nine with a smile, "next time... Well, use 80% force, how about it?"

"What's wrong with ten percent?"

On the 9th, he snorted coldly, "that's all you Chinese fighter's attack!"

"OK, it's up to you to use ten percent."

Li Fan followed good advice like a stream, "then you have to resist and don't be killed. That's not fun."

Li Fan took a step forward, lifted a powerful internal force in his palm, and took a direct shot towards the ninth!

"Ape King cannon!"

No. 9's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and Li Fan's palm had fallen firmly on him!

"Dong!"

The body of No. 9 turned into a shell and flew out directly, smashing heavily into the distance!

Finally, with a bang, No. 9's body was embedded in the wall of the high platform. Fortunately, it didn't land, and it's not beyond the challenge arena.

Yan Hong appeared at the corner of No. 9's mouth, and he was injured! His eyes were closed and he seemed to have passed out.

"Number nine is injured? How can it be! Something must have gone wrong!"

The bank boss couldn't sit still. He shouted, "let someone check that Li Yun! Did he take any contraband! By the way, they Chinese like to use contraband most, and Li Yun must be no exception!"

Li Fan looked at number nine embedded in the wall and was about to continue the attack. At this time, the host shouted.

"Sorry... I've received a notice from the International Wushu Committee here. They suspect that Li Yun's contestant has used contraband, and they want to have a urine test on him."

"Nonsense!"

A grey robed tianwu Pavilion elder standing next to him finally couldn't help it. He angrily scolded, "what bullshit the international martial arts committee, they're a fart! When is it their turn to dictate in our Chinese martial arts competition! Not to mention, martial artists have the honor of martial artists, and they won't use any contraband!"

"Yes, let them go!"

"I haven't heard of any international wushu Committee!"