Inside the county town, there are noisy streets.

An open-air square is a place where some old men and women dance on weekdays.

However, it has now been built into a platform with red carpets around it and colorful flags fluttering around it.

There are various banners hanging on the surrounding buildings.

"Fighting against the sixteen states in Nanyang, pointing at the nine gates of China!"

"Get friends through martial arts, and your fists are ruthless!"

"The power of thunder, the power of empty hands!"

"There is no second martial arts, the supreme swordsmanship!"

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These various banners filled the entire square, and facing such banners, many people came to join in the fun.

Everyone looked at the banners and it was obvious that this was a ring.

I’m quite polite in words, but three days later, today, a banner appeared, which triggered the crowd.

"The boxing destroys Shaolin, kicks Wudang, and Chinese national skills, vulnerable!"

Such words changed the previous meanness, which made the crowds who watched the fun constantly whispered.

"This Japanese devil is crazy, dare to say such things here!"

"His grandma, I really want to go up and have sex with him!"

"Do you need to be so arrogant? Do you really think there is no one in China?"

The crowd was whispering in excitement, but there were also messages that had been coming to see the lively.

"Then I can do this. Several martial arts halls were overturned to the ground. Do you see that the signs standing there are all left by challengers!"

"Be realistic. I have read too many martial arts novels. I am indeed capable!"

"If you have the ability, you can go. The one who was lying in the hospital the day before yesterday is said to be a champion. His figure and arms are thicker than your legs!"

The ring has been here for three days, and in the past three days, a total of sixteen people took the stage two days ago.

That person looked arrogant, but in the end, he was thrown off the ring.

On the third day, only three people came on stage, but they were eventually kicked off the ring.

There are many well-known figures here, especially a monk from Bei Shaolin who was beaten down after fighting with the other party for more than ten minutes.

This made Miyahei Yoshira even more arrogant and made new banners overnight and hung them at the highest point.

The people below were talking a lot, but Miyahira Yoshira on the stage was particularly arrogant.

Kneeling in the middle of the ring, he closed his eyes slightly, holding a samurai sword in his hand.

This is his habit, and he usually thinks like this.

Without the colorful flags around him flying and the autumn wind dancing, he was still immersed in his own world.

But the contemptuous sneer on the corner of his mouth makes people even more angry.

As for Qin Meng, although he was wearing plaster, he was still full of spring breeze. More than 40 security personnel under his command lined up the front of the ring in a row.

This picture makes people recall the puppet troops and traitor translators who accomplice the tigers when the Japanese invaded the Northeast.

"Hey, are there anyone else coming up to challenge us? It's time for us to come. Don't we say we have the ability on weekdays? This arena has been set up for three days, and we don't even have someone who can escape without mercy. I'm so embarrassed!"

Qin Meng pulled his neck and shouted, each unit was only opened for three hours a day.

Now that the time is coming, thousands of people are watching, but they are not on stage. At most, they are yelling and scolding themselves below.

In the distance, Tang Yi's motorcycle was finally here with Yang Han.

These days in the countryside, without Internet life, Tang Yi did not know what happened in the county town.

When he parked the car, he looked up and saw the banner floating high, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

"I'm here to watch you, remember to punch him twice for me!"

Yang Han was fully armed again, and she naturally couldn't move forward with sunglasses.

But when Yang Han saw such a banner, she felt that the fire was hitting upwards. This Japanese devil was so arrogant.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

As a soldier, Tang Yi has never had any good feelings for Japan. After all, the pain he once was a Chinese will not be forgotten.

Especially in the land of Northeast China, they have not faced the crimes committed by Japan back then so far.

Now he still dares to come here to show off his power.

After putting down the motorcycle, Tang Yi observed it for a while, and stepped into the crowd.

However, he did not go straight to the ring because just now, he saw several figures.

What Tang Yi paid attention to was not something that ordinary people would pay attention to.

After squeezing through the crowd, he came to the right side of the ring.

There were several people standing here, and the men on both sides were big and round, surrounding two old men in their sixties in the middle.

The two old men are thin and have beards. The autumn wind is cool, but both old men are wearing single clothes.

Although they are old, their eyes are particularly energetic, especially those who are insiders can see that their temples are arching high.

"Brother, why don't I solve this Japanese devil!"

One of the old men said to the other.

"Brother, you know that I hate little Japanese the most, so let me do it!"

Another old man stroked his beard and looked directly at Miyahira Yoshira on the ring.

"Two masters, this kid is too young. Even if you win on stage, you will be said to be bullying the small by the big one. Otherwise, let's go!"

Several young and strong men around were ready to go, and they hated the Japanese devils very much.

"No, although this young man is a Japanese, we must face him. Without three or three, he would not dare to go to Liangshan. Yesterday, the monk was not weak, but he could not do the trick. You will lose nine out of ten when you go up!"

The two old men shook their heads at the same time, resenting their hatred, but the other party is not weak and it is impossible to win with a hint of hatred.

"Two seniors, you won't bother with these rats, so I'll send him away."

At this moment, Tang Yi spoke from behind.

The two old men turned around and saw Tang Yi. After looking up and down, they looked at each other again.

"I wonder where the little brothers go?"

Both old men are old and are very old, but they look at people.

Although it was just a glance, it was obvious that Tang Yi was definitely not an ordinary person.

"There are no people in the world and no sect. If I can't do it, I'm going to bother you."

Tang Yi smiled slightly, held his fists and bowed. This is the rule of the world.

But he was indeed unable to leave the master, and the immortals lived in a group of dragons. No one said he was wondering about that sect.

"Then it's a blessing for little brother!"

Seeing such a young and late birth, the two old men couldn't help but nodded, separated from each other, and gave way.

"Hey, grandson on the stage, I'm here!"

Tang Yi nodded slightly, his energy sinks into his dantian and roars, and then he rushed towards the high platform.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!