Urban Medical God’s Crazy Son-in-law

Wow!

The woman flew up and hit the low table in front of Mo Shushan hard!

Everyone else's expressions changed. It was clear that the woman had the upper hand, but why was it the Great Ying master who fell?

"Takanashi Shizuka!" Mr. Yamasuke called.

The woman turned over and sat up, stood up with a bamboo knife on the ground, and wiped away the blood that flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Looking at Chen Xin'an coldly, she said in a deep voice: "Sansuke Kotaro, don't worry, I can deal with him!

Don’t worry, he’s still strong, but he’s not as fast as me!

It seems that I have to use all my strength! "

Mo Shushan on the side said with a worried look on his face: "It's not a martial arts contest, there's no need to talk about any rules!

This is a rare opportunity, you two just go together and kill him! "

"Shut up!" Yamasuke Kotaro shouted angrily and said with disdain: "We, the Japanese swordsmen, do not need you to command us in battle?

A mere Chinese warrior wants two Japanese masters to join forces to deal with him. Are you worthy?

They are all a bunch of trash! "

His eyes swept over Luo Xiaoman and Duan Fengchen who were lying on the ground, and he spat disdainfully.

Mo Shushan looked embarrassed and glanced at him angrily, but didn't dare to talk back.

There was a sudden shout in front of him, and before he could react, Takanashi Shizuka's bamboo knife was slapped on the left side of his face!

Mo Shushan was almost sent flying, his body staggered backward and he sat down on the ground!

He touched the swollen left side of his face, waited for Takanashi Shizuka, and cursed angrily: "What are you doing!"

Takanashi Shizuka flicked her wrist, shattering the cracked bamboo sheath on the outside of the bamboo knife, revealing the cold steel knife inside!

"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing your face to take out the Raikiri Sword!"

Takanashi Shizuka glanced at him contemptuously, turned to look at Chen Xin'an, raised the steel knife with both hands, and pointed the tip of the knife at Chen Xin'an.

Mo Shushan almost exploded his lungs with anger!

Is this really human language?

Knife you with my face?

Do you think my face is a corkscrew?

Besides, there are so many people here, why do they use my face?

Is it just because it's closest to you?

But let alone cursing in his heart, he didn't dare to show it.

People have already revealed their weapons, which means they have to fight tooth and nail.

How he could get through the security check with such a knife was beyond him, and he didn't bother to think about it.

I just felt that I was definitely no match for this woman.

If he still provokes her at this time, he might be the first person to sacrifice the sword!

"Woo!"

Someone yelled on the ground, which startled Mo Shushan. He thought he had stepped on a cat's tail.

Looking down, Luo Xiaoman sat up again, covered his chest, took a long breath and said:

“It really hurts!

It's been hard for me to calm down over the past two days.

Now I've been beaten down by you, a short boy!

Your uncle, there is nothing wrong with hitting me. You have to hit my wound.

I can't stand this!

Shorty boy, do you know what will happen if you mess with me?

Have you washed your butt? "

Chen Xin'an's hair stood up as she waited for Luo Xiaoman to scold: "Why the hell do you still have this kind of hobby?"

Luo Xiaoman grinned, stood up, picked up a bottle of white wine, and said, "I'll open your eyes later!"

Seeing Chen Xin'an's face darken, he also realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed his words:

"No, let me show you, I'll open the eyes of this short guy!"

Although Yamasuke Kotaro did not understand the meaning of what these two people said, he also understood that they were definitely not good words.

He glared at Luo Xiaoman and cursed angrily: "Asshole! Useless Chinese warrior, I want you to know the consequences of desecrating the Japanese swordsman..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Xiaoman kicked him over and cursed at him: "It's just a small country that's so big, and it calls itself Da Ying?"

Yamasuke Kotaro crossed his arms in front of him to block Luo Xiaoman's kick.

This temptation has already made him feel that the guy in front of him is too weak.

Even if you stand still and let him kick you, it won't cause much damage.

With this kind of strength, you still dare to challenge me, the Great Ying Swordsman?

Yamasuke Kotaro's face showed deep contempt.

Seeing Luo Xiaoman's coming, he suddenly dodged to avoid it.

Then he punched the opponent hard in the chest!

The moment Luo Xiaoman was punched, his face turned pale!

But he didn't fall down yet. He roared loudly, as if he was rushing forward with all his might to fight Yamasuke Kotaro!

However, although this Da Ying swordsman is short, his body skills are quite flexible.

He easily avoided Luo Xiaoman's counterattack, and then punched the opponent's chest hard one after another!

Although he is a swordsman from Japan, it is obvious that this guy's fist and kick skills are not weak either!

Is this the little genius of the Luo family?

It really doesn’t deserve its name!

The faces of the people around him from the major leagues were full of disdain.

There is a huge difference in strength between this boy and this Japanese swordsman. This situation is completely one-sided!

Yamasuke Kotaro has completely figured out Luo Xiaoman's strength, and his eyes when looking at him are full of superior pity.

He targeted Luo Xiaoman's upper body's weak point, suddenly approached, and punched out quickly!

The moment his fist hit Luo Xiaoman's chest, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood!

The whole person flew out and lay on the ground!

Yamasuke Kotaro patted his sleeves, looked at Luo Xiaoman on the ground, and said coldly: "Everything is over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Xiaoman on the ground let out an ooh, stretched out his arms, and his bones cracked.

"It's more comfortable than a horse killing a chicken!" Luo Xiaoman sat up.

His face was no longer as pale as before, but instead a little red, as if he was drunk.

Everyone in Mo Shushan looked at him like a monster.

How come this grandson is a brown sugar, so he can't be beaten to death or thrown away?

Yamasuke Kotaro also had a bewildered look on his face and looked at Luo Xiaoman in surprise.

With the power of his punch, even a cow would have fallen to the ground now. How could this guy still stand up?

It has to be said that the Chinese warriors' kung fu skills are not very good, but their ability to withstand beatings is indeed quite impressive!

"Let me tell you a secret! Don't worry, it's completely free, no charge!"

Luo Xiaoman grinned at everyone and said, "Do you know how to restore your strength to its peak as soon as possible?"

After looking around at the people around him, Luo Xiaoman said mysteriously: "That's pain!

This is my experience gained from many years of fighting!

As long as the pain reaches the bones, a person will perform at his peak.

If you don’t believe me, try it! "

While he was speaking, he had already rushed in front of Yamasuke Kotaro and kicked him!

A look of disdain appeared on Yamasuke Kotaro's face. He already knew this guy's strength, and now it was just a bluff.

So he didn't even hide, and punched Luo Xiaoman in the face!

You are slower than me, and your physical skills are worse than mine. Even if we are face to face, you will only be tortured by me!

Yamasuke Kotaro seemed to have seen the scene where his opponent was knocked away by his punch, with a sneer on his lips.

But the next second, his smile suddenly solidified!

At the same time, he felt something inside him break.

Unbearable pain shot from between his legs to his brain.

Yamasuke Kotaro's whole body defense collapsed in an instant!

Ouch!

Yamasuke Kotaro covered his crotch with both hands and kept jumping around in the box like a rabbit.

Then his body tilted and he fell to the ground, his face pale and foaming at the mouth.

"That's it?" Luo Xiaoman's eyes widened with dissatisfaction on his face.

"You hit me with so many punches, but you still can't stop me from kicking you?

Is this really a swordsman from Japan?

I bother!

That dwarf, take my sword! "

He picked up the bottle of white wine just now and kicked Yamasuke Kotaro until he kneeled on the ground.

He roughly pulled off the guy's pants, and then with a pop, he shoved the liquor bottle in!