The ancestral hall of the Dongyang National Fubu family.

An old man who looks haggard, wearing traditional ethnic costumes is sitting quietly.

Suddenly, the lights of the ancestral hall flashed for some reason, and a scabbard enshrined in front of the ancestral hall let out a whine.

The old man hurried forward, trembling his hands and stroked the scabbard, closed his eyes, felt it seriously, and tears flowed down:

"My grandson, what happened to you? Why did the Ruoshui sword in the family have been erased from his spiritual sense??? Who dared to challenge the Hattori family for 600 years? Is it the Oriental Dragon Kingdom again? Did my grandson actually go to the Dragon Kingdom privately????"

Hattori Hanzo had been carried out without knowing his life and death.

Seeing the skills of the old man Changchun, everyone present, especially the killers from abroad, regretted coming to Longguo this time.

The key point of a killer is to be fast, ruthless, and explosive. However, looking at the skills of the old man Changchun and the scene of kicking Hattori Hanzo away at will, only Jianjiazi can understand what kind of power it is.

The old man Changchun stood on the ring. Although he was not particularly tall, he felt like a sea of ​​abyss, as if he was in the distance, but he seemed to be right in front of him, and his voice was surprisingly serious:

"This is a competition. We have the rules for the competition. We have agreed that we are not allowed to use weapons, so we must never use weapons. Otherwise, our machine gunners will shoot in a few minutes, and everyone here will not be spared. Don't have any luck.

This is in our Dragon Kingdom, our home court, but you have failed once, they are losers, and as prisoners, there is no right to negotiate conditions and can only compete according to the rules we specify.

This competition is to give fairness to a warrior and to convince everyone to lose. And everyone has sworn that as long as they lose one-on-one game, they will never go against us people in Long again, otherwise they will be punished at the end of the world.

This time we arrange this game, and anyone can challenge one-on-one. The game must be absolutely fair. Even if our people lose, we will never protect our shortcomings. Even if we are injured or killed in the ring, we will never be able to pursue it. However, if we use any other means or violate the rules of the game, please forgive us for being rude. Hattori Hanzo just now is an example."

"In the next game, Coach Alexander raised his hand just now and wanted to participate in the next game."

The coach nodded:

"I want to participate in the competition, but I don't want to fight with the Long people. I want to hit the glass and then raise the tripod."

"Raising the tripod?" Pili Bodhisattva laughed. Although we informed the rules of the competition two days ago, including for the fairness of the competition, we provided our soldiers' daily training lessons for everyone, naturally including bumping glass, kicking steel pipes, cutting bricks with one hand, sitting ups, lifting tripods, etc. But do you know the tripod of our Dragon Kingdom?"

"Sir, I have fought with Long Shi before. At that time, I was not his opponent and today I had little hope. If he ranks tenth in Kung Fu, then I would not be the opponent of the top nine.

Moreover, I have studied kung fu in Long Country. I understand some of the traditional culture and cultivation of Long Country. I believe in the warrior dignity of Long Country people, so I believe that all the props present are trustworthy.

The performances of the previous gentlemen opened my eyes, so I think I may have a little hope of hitting the glass and lifting the tripod, otherwise I wouldn’t have any chance of winning in the ring.”

Pili Bodhisattva nodded:

"Since you understand the Dragon Kingdom, this is a good thing. You know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Then start choosing glass to hit glass, who is your opponent?"

"Long Shi has participated in two games, so my opponent must be Long Jiu." The coach spread his hands "so that he can have a little hope"

Long Jiu and the coach are both big men of about 1.90 meters, and both of them are bald, which looks particularly distinct under the dazzling lights.

The coach performed a Dragon Kingdom clasping ceremony at Long Jiu:

"I started to hit the glass with the nearest one minute and calculated the results according to the quantity within one minute, so just wait until one minute to stop. But give me three minutes and I need to accumulate strength, okay?"

Long Jiu nodded and stood aside.

The coach stood in front of the glass for more than one meter away and came a traditional standing posture of the Dragon Kingdom. Then the energy sinks into the Dantian. As he breathes, the whole person seems to suddenly become fatter and bigger, and the blue veins on his arms, shoulders and neck also appear clearly, and his temperament also changes, from a burly man to a more burly giant.

In the distance, the old man Changchun and Pili Bodhisattva nodded and whispered, "He practiced his internal strength well, and deserved to be a coach. Although he teaches black boxing, he not only practiced external strength, but also practiced some internal strength of the Dragon Kingdom. It is not easy in the West."

Pili Bodhisattva also nodded:

"It's a pity that I didn't meet a famous teacher and missed the best age for cultivation. Otherwise, I would definitely be a good seedling of martial arts."

At this time, the coach had already accumulated energy, and his body, which seemed to have grown bigger, hit the glass. One, two, three... About twenty seconds, the first piece of glass shattered.

Then there is the second piece, the third piece...

"Stop" the voice of Pili Bodhisattva came, "In one minute, Mr. Alexander broke through three pieces of glass. Long Jiu, it's your turn."

Long Jiu touched his bald head and stood about 30 cm away from the glass. He also adjusted his posture. He felt the distance between the head and the glass. Then he was lucky and started the iron head skills and hit the glass.

With a bang, a hole was knocked out of the glass.

"Does it count like this?" Long Jiu asked Pili Bodhisattva and also communicated with the "coach".

The coach first answered: "I think it can count, but the area is a bit small. You can hit another hole, even if it succeeds."

"Okay" Long Jiu banged and another hole broke out in the glass that had broken a hole. As the breaking area increased, the tempered glass also shattered.

Then there is the second and the third one.

When the fourth piece of glass just broke out a hole, Pili Bodhisattva shouted "Stop"

"Long Jiu, you suffer a loss. Tietou Gong always needs to regain your strength to avoid being stabbed by the glass after breaking through the glass. Your results are three and a half yuan according to the communication with the coach just now, and you can barely win."

The coach nodded:

"I lost. If Mr. Long Jiu wore a helmet, I would definitely lose."

Long Jiu laughed:

"It will be inconvenient to wear a helmet. What I practice is the kung fu on my head, and I am bald all year round. But I am a man who can afford to lose, much better than the Japanese devil in the East China just now. The next game is a tripod lifting competition. Do you still want to compete with me?"

The coach thought about it:

"A person has high kung fu, but it may not be strong, but depending on your body shape and type of kung fu you practice, you must be strong, so I want to compete with Long Yi to raise a tripod."

Pili Bodhisattva faced Long Yi and said kindly, "This gentleman challenges you to compete with you to lift a tripod. What do you have to say?"

"Rise the tripod" Long Yi said boredly in the audience, "It really looks small, it's easy to be bullied." Then he amplified his voice and said in a voice that everyone in the audience heard:

"It's okay to lift a tripod, but if you want to lift it, just lift a thousand kilograms of cauldron. Don't have a small tripod. For four or five hundred kilograms, just forget it."

"Thousand-jin cauldron?" The coach thought for a while. "If neither of them can lift it up, wouldn't it be a draw?"
Chapter completed!