As a master and translator, a man in Curry Ivya's military uniform, his face instantly turned sinister.

And the "saint" of Curry Rice Country also had a cold expression, as if Jia Long didn't give him face, which was a huge disrespect.

His withered arms raised were trembling slightly, and he wanted to slap him over and spoil Jia Long's mouths.

"I'm sure! Maomao, don't pay attention to them and go."

Jia Long persuaded him and his whole hair exploded, and he wanted to rush forward to bite the other person's hair, and then walk forward.

"stop!"

Unexpectedly, the two curry rice dough members were still reluctant to give up.

"Longxiajia, everyone is afraid of your master. We, Kuaiji, are not afraid. If you don't explain it clearly today, don't think you will leave. What do you mean that you are better than our saints? Your so-called martial arts are stolen from our Kuaiji Country. Even the United, the permanent member of the State, and the seats in the State are also given to you by Kuaiji Country. Do you have the qualifications to say such words?"

"puff!"

Jia Long was really angry and laughed.

Foreigners' propaganda has brainwashed them all into it.

"You Chinese Curry Rice Chinese really like to put gold on your face. The world's martial arts skills are Shaolin. This sentence is just a saying created by some of our Longxia's martial arts novels writers. What's more, before Shaolin, we, Longxia, had no other martial arts skills? Before questioning others, wake up the mind, Curry Rice Chinese."

Jia Long refuted the argument of martial arts. As for the so-called "union, permanent member of the country, and seat of the state", she was too lazy to explain.

The Chinese people generally believe in the facts fabricated by their media, especially this kind of rumor that the rumor that the seat of the "Five Constant People" was once given up, which made them grit their teeth in hatred and scolded the leaders at that time.

But people who are a little rational can easily use their brains to know that the so-called "five major streams and gangsters" are only qualified by the main victorious countries in World War II. But during World War II, the entire universe never had the country of "curry rice country". Where did they get their seats after World War II?

But the curry rice country is unreasonable, and most of them believe that they had given up their seats to Long Xia.

They also believe that the war that broke out between the two countries was the more well-equipped Longxia troops attacking them, and they fought bravely, and one person could fight more than a dozen Longxia soldiers, but they lost only after being outnumbered. Oh no, most people think it was a draw, and they didn't lose.

In short, Jia Long doesn’t want to talk anymore and feels tired.

When she wanted to bypass this military uniform master, suddenly, she felt a strong wind sweeping across her.

"Hmm!!"

The amazing roar I had heard before came at the same time, which scared her to shivering and almost made a normal reaction.

Fortunately, the skill itself gave her instinctive ability to move.

Jia Long was wrong and saw a thin arm grabbing his waist.

It was indeed him!

The saint attacked Jia Long!

"snort."

Just let you know that Long Xia’s martial arts are not something you Curry Rice Chinese can imagine.

"Back!"

She didn't even turn her head back, and she turned her hand and slammed her hard elbows on the nose of the sneak attacker behind.

puff.

This feel must have hit the mark.

While the sneak attack came from behind, the expert in the military uniform curry rice country who was blocking Jia Long also took action together, as if he didn't care about fighting alone at all.

He reached out to grab Jia Long's shoulder.

"Eight steps to catch the cicadas!"

Jia Long sneered and stepped out his mysterious ancient martial arts footwork.

With a blink of an eye, the man in a military uniform felt a flash in front of him. The pretty girl in Long Xia just now disappeared like a teleportation.

Afterwards, he noticed the wind behind him, and turned his head to look at it. He only saw a long long leg, with the sharp wind sound, magnifying in front of his eyes.

Bang.

With one kick, this guy, who was probably not as powerful as the "saint", fell to the ground and groaned.

"Ao!"

Jia Long kicked the man down, but heard the "first surgical great saint" hit by her elbow and screamed again and rushed forward crazy.

His nose was covered with blood, and he was about to come up and hug Jia Long.

"Eight steps to catch the cicadas."

Jia Long snorted coldly in his heart.

I use serious light skills and internal strength bonuses. If you can catch up with me, I will lose!

puff.

This saint was unyielding. To be honest, it was really not slow. At least it was much faster than most Olympic athletes.

But this speed was like a small witch who had used eight steps to drive the cicada, and it was useless at all.

What's more, she is not using the eight-step cicada step. If she uses it, she will definitely lose even dust.

"I can avoid bullets. If you chase after them, there is a ghost! What's more, I just don't retreat, so what? Take another step!"

She suddenly turned back, and the force of retreating was transformed into forward rushing speed with clever force. She raised her legs in an instant, and pressed down on the thin figure of the "Sage" with a high whip-legged posture.

"Hao!"

The thin and dark-skinned "saint" roared like a lion in his mouth, and roared again.

He raised his thin arm and touched Jia Long's long legs.

Then there was only a 'click' sound.

This may be an arm that has not been put down for many years. How can you withstand the internal force bonus of Jia Long, and be supplemented with a golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt, and a whip kick with extremely hard and long legs?

It was like a dead branch, and the sound was very overwhelmed, as if it was broken.

"Oh!"

“#%#%#￥#￥!!”

The saint rolled to the ground, shouting something constantly, but his voice was still so loud, but he was crying.

"Hmph, now I know, your combat power is nothing more than that."

If it were someone else, Jia Long would at least worry about the other party, but she had no sympathy for the so-called "saint" of Curry Rice Country with this attitude.

As for Jia Long's opinion, this old guy relied on deceiving the people and gained huge popularity and became a national idol.

Besides, that country is too unsatisfactory. The population similar to Long Xia does not even have a super expert. Just like their Olympic performance, the country has participated in the competition for decades, and the total number of medals is very small.

"Let's go, they dare not stop them."

Jia Long signaled another way to stand in the sideways and intervened, but Maomao was eager to try.

"Yeah, Maomaomi bite, Maomao good boy!"

It turned out that Jia Long thought he could deal with these two people just now, so he suppressed Maomao's desire to take action.

"Yes, good boy, such people are not worthy of Maomao biting at all."

Jia Long knocked down two Curry Rice-Chinese figures in these short and neat rounds, and she felt relieved.
Chapter completed!