I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

"Don't worry, I will only remove your arm for a while."

Jiang Siming almost couldn't help laughing when he said this.

He didn't talk nonsense with him, turned his head back to the ring and waited for the start.

As soon as Jiang Siming sat down, a beautiful figure came behind him.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Siming turned to look at her with a strange expression.

Why did Huo Wu come here? Is it possible that she also came to challenge herself?

No, this girl wouldn’t be so stupid, would he? But it's hard to say...

"I'm not here to challenge you, I'm here to tell you, this person on the other side, Shi Guoyou, a murderer fifteen years ago, has internal kung fu, was a yellow-level master of the hermit school back then, may be stronger now. "

"How dare the murderer come here?" Jiang Siming asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, it should have been too many years. He thought he was safe." Huo Wu replied.

"Then, are you worried that I can't beat him?" Jiang Siming asked.

Huo Wu couldn't help but snorted and said, "I have never worried about this problem. I came here to ask you to beat him up so that he can't move when you start, so that the police can be less dangerous when they catch him. ."

"Oh, that's easy to handle, just abolish his dantian."

Jiang Siming nodded happily, Huo Wu couldn't help but feel cold behind her back.

This guy says the simplest things, but does the most ruthless things.

The internal strength martial artist was abolished his Dantian, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Okay, you can be happy." Huo Wu nodded, it doesn't matter if it's the murderer anyway.

"You haven't told me yet, why did you come here? I remember Shengxue said that you and Girl Ice Cube will both be transferred to the headquarters?"

Jiang Siming remembered that Shengxue did say this, why she appeared in the magic city again.

"It's not thanks to you." Huo Wu said in a bad mood.

"Thanks to me? What's up to me?" Jiang Siming was at a loss.

"That's..." Huo Wu hesitated to say something, his face flashed with a strange color, and he quickly rounded up and said, "It's nothing, anyway, I can't tell you clearly, I'll hit your ring now, I'm leaving."

After speaking, Huo Wu ran away, hurriedly ran away, making it as if he had been chased and killed.

Jiang Siming was inexplicable, but at this time the referee said that he could start, and he didn't think much about it for the time being, and returned to the center of the ring.

The referee announced the start.

"Boy, the uncle will let you know what a frog at the bottom of the well is. No matter how good your external skills are, it won't be as good as one-tenth of a ten thousandths of your internal skills. If you hit you, the uncle happened to start a sect and recruit disciples and become a generation of hermits, hahaha. "

After speaking, the Eight-character Hu attacked Jiang Siming with a big smile, and the shot was very cruel, and went straight to Jiang Siming's fate!

Jiang Siming remained motionless, looking at him like a fool.

This guy came to challenge feelings for this purpose.

Eight-character Hu thought that Jiang Siming was too scared to move. He sneered in his heart, and his fist broke even more fiercely.

He wants to destroy Jiang Siming in one move and become famous in one fell swoop!

At that time, everyone in the world will know that he can kill Jiang Siming with one move, and there will be more people who want to learn kung fu from him.

one move!

It is indeed a move to abolish.

But it seems... he was abolished by Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming just made a kick just like the previous masters.

Kick the eight-character Hu out.

But the position he played was different from before. He played the opponent's Dantian position, and he still used a kick that contained innocence.

The moment Bazi Hu was kicked, he felt his dantian shattered like a broken building block.

The severe pain made him too late to experience it, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

The emergency doctor thought it was the same as the previous person, and calmly took him away for treatment.

There was a boo from the audience.

I thought I was a master, but I didn't expect to be a **** again.

If Ba Zi Hu knows the audience's thoughts, he must be autistic. I am really not a **** bastard! Lao Tzu has real abilities!

But he had no chance to speak in his life. Just as he was taken away by the doctor, a group of police quietly sent him away.

The martial arts conference is still going on, and those **** who were unwilling just now have no idea.

One by one came to the arena honestly, confessing to the camera the fact that they had deceived people over the years, and said that they would never engage in martial arts related ranks for life.

Not surrendering can't do. Seeing the tragic situation of those people, they really didn't have the courage to take Jiang Siming's kick.

Compared with money, life is definitely more important.

After the promise, all of these people bowed their heads, not even daring to ask for their faces, and walked away like a mouse crossing the street.

The audience didn't care about their departure, and they wanted to continue watching the confrontation between Jiang Siming and the master.

After another hour, all challengers have finished their challenges one by one.

The result is that Jiang Siming wins and loses.

In nearly a hundred battles, Jiang Siming didn't lose a hand, and there was almost no interval.

Only took a rest for less than half an hour.

Audiences all over the world found this achievement incredible.

Then there is the unlimited worship of national martial arts!

It turns out that Chinese Kungfu is really so powerful!

As soon as the ring was over, the reporters could not bear to rush to the stage for interviews.

Jiang Siming had to let them come one by one.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jiang, is Guoshu really so powerful?"

"Does it take me to fight it again? Facts speak louder than words." Jiang Siming shrugged.

"Excuse me, Jiang Siming, you are very cruel to every challenger and severely injured them, isn't it a bit too cruel?" a stabbing reporter asked.

Jiang Siming looked at it, smiled slightly, and replied: "First of all, we have signed the agreement. Injuries during fighting are inevitable. If I don't have to try my best to knock down the enemy, I will always be consumed by the enemy. Then I will be defeated later."

The crowd nodded straight after hearing that, with so many challengers, if Jiang Siming didn't have to knock down the opponent with all his strength, he would keep the opponent entangled and resist, which would consume more energy.

Before Jiang Siming finished speaking, he continued to vomit one word at a time: "Also, national martial arts, only kill the enemy, not perform!"

Everyone heard the scalp numb.

"Then ask Jiang Shen, who do you think is better, Bruce Lee or you?" another reporter asked.

"It must be me, but he is the first person in external skills. I learned internal skills, so I can't compare them. In external skills, he is a well-deserved **** of war."

Jiang Siming's words were shocking, and all the reporters' ears stood up.

Internal strength?

"You said you learned internal skills? Do you really have internal skills? I don't believe it. Isn't that performed in your Chinese martial arts movies." A foreign reporter said.

"We have five thousand years of history in China. There are things that you can't understand and imagine. If you don't believe it, I don't need you to believe it."

Jiang Siming's speechless reporter was speechless. You don't need to believe it at all. You believe it or not, and won't perform to you to explain it to you. It's so domineering!

[Author's digression]: Second more~

The store is so busy today, I owe a change first, and I will make up for it tomorrow, so tomorrow it will be changed four times.

In order to make ends meet, please understand~