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On the ring.

The host seems to have great experience in this stalemate situation and knows how to mobilize the emotions of the audience in the audience.

So he immediately shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, the boxing champion seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts."

After saying that, he repeated it in Chinese again, and the Chinese present suddenly burst into warm applause.

The tornado jumped onto the stage, lifted his fist robe, and gestured at Zheng Weiji: "Put me a punch."

With his fists waving, he looked very arrogant.

Because what he pursues is stronger strength and faster speed, and his body has been tempered by professional anti-trial.

The average strength was not harmful to him at all.

Especially the disciples in front of him could see the problem at a glance.

Too routine and punching, it is both powerless and powerless. When performing, it is like showing off your legs with a fist, just like a woman.

"This, sir, isn't that good?"

"I said, hit me!"

Perhaps seeing that Zheng Weiji was slow to take action, the tornado roared angrily.

He is here to step on the field?!

Now, Zheng Weiji really couldn't stand his arrogant look and directly punched him in the Hungarian mouth, but he didn't dare to use all his strength.

Because he knew that his master was now doing things for the ghost head, and the tornado was the helper who invited the ghost head to help.

If you really hurt him, don’t think too much, you will definitely cause a lot of trouble for his master!

So, after a bang, the tornado was fine.

“Wow, cool!”

Seeing this scene, all the foreigners in the audience burst into warm applause and gave them the boxing champion tornado.

"Get harder, come on!"

The tornado's expression was very disdainful. This punch was like an adult teasing a child, causing no harm to him.

"Ha ha……"

In an instant, another burst of laughter came from the platform. The laughter was all foreigners, but the Chinese people's faces were a little calm, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face.

Seeing the tornado's unreasonable behavior, Zheng Weiji's face became gloomy. His eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but clench his fists. The brothers who performed with him also showed a look of hatred for the enemy.

"Come on, come and hit me! Here, yes, it's here!"

He deliberately played a monkey-like turn around the ring, and the tornado continued to shout.

This insult is simply unbearable for even a gentleman!

"Second!"

Zheng Weiji was furious and used all his strength to raise his fist to hit him on the head.

Swish!

This time, the tornado did not have the idea of ​​continuing to be beaten, so he was prepared to raise his hand and block it gently.

Then he moved forward and a right-hand hook hit Zheng Weiji in the abdomen, and another punch hit him to the ground with a punch.

When he was unable to react, Zheng Weiji seemed to be hit by a big hammer. With a "thump", he suddenly felt heavy and light heads. He fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"Wow!" This move alarmed everyone present, and everyone stood up one after another.

Especially Hong Zhennan, he wanted to last time but was stopped by Fei Bo next to him.

Because he knew that Hong Zhennan was short of protecting the country, he was extremely prone to being angry. If he went up, something would definitely happen.

On the ring, several Hongquan disciples saw their senior brother being knocked to the ground. They didn't know what the situation was, and they immediately became angry and ignored everything and attacked the tornado together.

Bang bang bang bang!

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and it cannot be compensated by the number of people.

In just a few moves, the Hongquan disciple was knocked down by a tornado with a heavy punch, winning effortlessly.

"Haha! Have you seen it? This is power!"

The tornado slapped the Hunter vigorously, roaring loudly, and his arrogance was very arrogant.

The foreigners applauded shamelessly while laughing, and the cheers were connected.

The Chinese people off the field were so sad that they could not hide their depression.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy!

Although the loser is fond of face, if you lose, you lose. No matter how much you argue, it is useless!

Something happened!

Qin Xuan and Huang Liang looked at each other, jumped lightly and took the lead on the ring, pulling Zheng Weiji in a coma to the side.

After the tornado laughed, he sarcastically said, "Soft Fist, is this Chinese martial arts? You might as well go back and dance, haha--"

At this time, the host, who was not interested in watching the fun, added another fire and translated the tornado words loudly.

"Mr. Tornado said that Chinese Kung Fu is useless, let you go back and dance."

In an instant, the audience became quiet, so quiet that they could not hear any sound. Then another deafening scream and scolding came!

"Don't think that if you knock down a few people, you can show off your power!"

"Go up and beat this grandson to death, and dare to slander our Chinese Kung Fu!"

"Yes, it's so arrogant. There are so many talented people in China. It's not that you say it's useless!"

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After all, they are both Chinese, so how could they bear such insults?

So they stood up one after another and angrily shouted: "What are you saying about foreign devils? I have the will to say it again!"

"Ha ha."

When he saw that there was someone unwilling to accept it, the tornado immediately started to scream.

"Come on, come on!"

When everyone criticized, the tornado had no intention of restraint, but instead waved to them with pride. The disdain in it was no longer more obvious.

This arrogant attitude finally caused public anger.

Everyone was so angry that they rushed to the stage. Ip Man and Hong Zhennan from the audience also took the opportunity to run to the stage.

"Bare such a Japanese to death!"

"I'll make you two friends!"

"Yes, beat his fucking king egg to death!"

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All the Chinese present were angry and left the seats, clamoring to kill the foreign devils, in a mess.

Seeing that both sides were about to fight, digital arbitration rushed to the stage in time, trying to pull away the disciples of the martial arts school.

But how can a mere ten people stop everyone's anger?

So more and more people rushed to the ring, and in the chaos, there were many people who attacked the tornado, but were easily knocked to the ground by him, and few people were beaten.

At this time, Huang Liang's extreme personality was offended again.

At this time, he actually struggled to squeeze out of the crowd and tried to attack the tornado.

"I'll go, you naughty kid, can't you be at peace with a little bit!"

Qin Xuan cursed inwardly, and hurriedly squeezed in with fear.

Qin Xuan also hated the Tornado when watching this movie.

His character is very bad, but his strength is undoubtedly very strong. In terms of physical fitness, he has almost reached this level of Mingjin-Peak Realm.

Huang Liang was a little overestimated when he rushed forward to fight alone.

Finally, Huang Liang walked around behind the tornado, gritted his teeth and attacked him.

p: I borrowed a certain plot from an author here, and there was no plagiarism, please forgive me!

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