My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

1309 Practice with Grandpa

"Why have I never met him?"

Song Ying tilted her head and looked curiously on the ring.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know, this seaside city has a warrior with a face and face, I know them. Every year in the league, there are people who come here. But this person ... Look at his sharp-billed monkey gill, I have never seen it. "

"Not at all impressed?"

"No, is it a new martial artist?"

Song Ying thought about it, "But ... I haven't heard of any martial arts hall moved from a foreign country in recent time. On our side, the new pavilion owner is here, and it is only necessary for a martial arts hall to worship the mountain.

"So it is, but it may be a knight and a tourist passing by like me."

"It's also possible, let's take a look and talk."

The host ordered the game to begin, and the guy with a sharp-eyed monkey gulled.

"Don't be aggressive! To tell you the truth, I'm not a brain-remnant martial artist!"

His shout caused everyone around him to look at each other, and he said to them who he was, and how could he utter mad words at this contest?

"Huaxia martial arts, just a girl kung fu with fists and embroidered legs! I have practiced karate in an island country since I was a child. This is the ability to fight!"

The man was dyed with yellow hair, and looked proud, as if in a lifetime.

"Did you fart!"

"What a dog thing, hurry down!"

The man's rude behavior immediately annoyed the warriors and audience around him. The seaside city is so martial arts, and at this time, an unknown man appears, and he swears at Chinese martial arts. Isn't that equal to pulling hatred?

"Humph!"

Huang Mao looked at the shouting people around him. He sneered, turned around and kicked off the flagpole with the beach league flag next to him!

"See? Idiots in your country."

Huang Mao's face is proud.

"Courageous! Lawless!"

"Sun your ancestor!"

"Why are you abusing Chinese martial arts and returning to your country, aren't you Chinese?"

The screams around were louder, but Huang Mao held his arms and taunted, "A group of stupid and backward guys have the ability to come up and fight with me. If anyone can beat me, I will admit that your Chinese martial arts are really good, and I apologize to you personally. If you ca n’t, you have to admit that Chinese martial arts are garbage! Do n’t practice this mentally disabled thing in the future! ”

Song Ying was also furious. The little girl shivered, her lips were biting purple, and her ponytail followed.

"I'm going up to this stupid!"

"Not in a hurry."

Li Fancheng is much deeper than her, so although he is angry, he can bear it first, and then talk about it.

"His good breath!"

Just then, a cold voice came from beside. There was indescribable chic and pride in the voice.

The crowd followed their voices and turned their heads, all of them rejoicing.

Talking is a handsome young man with big eyes and big eyes. He was wearing a white military uniform, holding his arms, and the words "True Dragon Museum" on his back.

"Ah, it's Brother Liang!"

Seeing this man, Song Ying was also very happy. He couldn't help clapping his hands. "He's not happy anymore, it seems the kid is finished!"

"Brother Liang? Who is it?"

Li Fan was curious.

"He is our fifth consecutive league champion!"

Song Ying looked at the young man with a look of admiration, and began to take on little stars in his eyes. "Who in Haibin City, who doesn't know his name? The owner of Zhenlong Road Museum, the descendant of Zhenlong's fast legs, Liang National standard! "

"This person is amazing?"

Li Fan asked.

"It's more than terrible. His true dragon's fast legs are just like today's magic skills!"

When Song Ying said it, he was very envious. "Our martial artists in the seaside city look at each other by their horses. Just don't know. Compared to the seven dragon knights you learned, compared with the real dragons of Brother Liang and Curator Liang, you don't know how strong Cowardly. "

"Our Qixia Boxing is powerful, but it has its shortcomings."

Li Fan humbly said, "The world's martial arts are profound and profound, even a small five tiger broken door knife has its subtleties! I really want to see how strong the curator of this dragon's true dragon is. law."

"If Brother Liang is going to take a shot, you and I will be lucky to see it!"

"Then you say that Brother Liang will shoot?"

"That's hard to say. Let's look at the strength of this yellow hair first! Maybe he is bragging!"

Song Ying didn't particularly look at this yellow hair, not just her. Everyone here looked at this yellow hair and was annoyed, and could not wait to give him two slaps.

"Liang Guobiao?"

Huang Mao glanced at the owner of Zhenlong Road Museum, with a sarcastic expression, "I heard that your real worm is very powerful and fast-legged. I don't know if it has a sham name. Can you come up and show me?"

"Since you want to see my true dragon fast legs, that's fine."

That Liang Guobiao also had a bit of a city hall. After hearing this, although he looked cold, he was not angry or upset.

"Hey, Brother Liang, such a small mess, why do you need to come and give it to me!"

A middle-aged man in a red uniform next to him said, pressing his hand against the platform, he immediately jumped up and stood in front of Huang Mao.

"Ah, it's Uncle Wu! He is the successor of Iron Fist. He was also a semi-finalist in previous years, which is quite powerful!"

Song Ying has many martial arts people in Haibin City.

"Well, let him hit the outpost."

"Hi, how could it be an outpost!"

Song Ying reminded Li Fan, "Uncle Wu is terrific! I can't even get through three strokes with his iron fist!"

"Oh, so powerful?"

Li Fan aroused a little interest, but Huang Mao looked indifferently, and twitched his fingers at this uncle Wu, "Old man, you just want to follow me and go home and buy food!"

"Shit boy, don't teach you today, you don't know the sky is high!"

"Your Chinese is stupid."

Huang Mao froze, "To die, just come."

Uncle Wu jumped up immediately, wrapped around his arms with steel wire rims, rubbed it a few times, and smashed it according to Huang Mao.

"when!"

Huang Mao lifted his foot, breaking the iron wire rim around Uncle Wu's wrist stiffly. Uncle Wu also stepped back by two steps, with a pale face and weak arms, which turned out to be impossible to lift.

"Old bastard, go down!"

Huang Mao took a step forward, and another palm shot in the heart of Uncle Wu. Uncle Wu shot a blood spurt, and flew out of the ring and fell to the ground.

"My goodness……"

"This guy is amazing ..."

Mess around.

"Don't panic, call the ambulance team!"

Liang Guobiao was calm. He gave a command, and the surroundings calmed down, and the medical team on the side quickly hurried the uncle Wu away.

"People in your country are really rubbish."

Huang Mao sneered again and again, "Does anyone dare to practice with Grandpa?"