All the disciples all had dull expressions on their faces.

Especially Zhao Changzhi, he was already stunned and looked at the tall figure in the field incredibly.

"You, are you a master of martial arts?"

A trembling voice came from Zhao Changzhi's throat.

Because he wasn't sure whether his judgment was true.

If it is not true, how can I explain what I just saw?

After all, Yamamotojiro's strength is obvious to all. If he were not a master of martial arts, who could have done so easily that he could knock him away?

And if it is true.

How old is this kid?

Such a young martial arts master is indeed... At this moment, even the drunkard's face couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Originally, he felt that he was overestimating this young man, but he didn't expect that he would underestimate it! A martial arts master in his twenties is simply unheard of! Even at this age, he was far inferior.

Cough cough! On the other side, Yamamotojiro struggled to get up from the ground, looking at Jiang Beichen with a little surprised look.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a terrifying monster as you in China!"

After a brief loss of consciousness, he had returned to peace, but he could no longer see his arrogant and domineering appearance.

It turns out that a mountain is higher than a mountain. It seems that he underestimated the martial arts world in China.

Jiang Beichen slowly walked towards him, staring at him with a fierce look.

"I still remember what I said just now?"

"Kneel down and apologize immediately!"

"Put your mouth!"

Dare you say that Chinese people are sick men?

It's simply outrageous. If you don't give some colors today, it's really more than a hundred years ago?

"Let me kneel down and apologize?"

Yamamoto sneered disdainfully.

"Don't think about it!"

"What is my Japanese identity?"

"Why do you need to kneel down to the Chinese people? You such a bad nation, it is impossible for me to bow my head!"

The way the dragon knelt on the sky, the ground, and the gods, just cannot kneel down! As a Japanese samurai, you must respect the spirit of the samurai and must not bow your head! "Don't kneel?"

Jiang Beichen sneered and took a step forward slowly. Yamamotoro made a plop and knelt firmly on the ground.

"You, dare you force me?"

Yamamoto looked up and gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Beichen fiercely, his face full of unwillingness.

Bang! The huge pressure directly bent his backbone, and he could only crawl on the ground like a dog.

Crack! After a crisp sound, the arms were like noodles and instantly closed.

In the blink of an eye, both arms were ruined, and I’m afraid I can never practice boxing anymore! “If you don’t apologize, your life will not be saved. You can choose it yourself!”

Jiang Beichen sneered.

"I, I apologize!"

Facing death, no one can be afraid, and Yamamotojiro finally became timid.

"Yes, sorry, I was wrong! It's me that's wrong!"

"I shouldn't say that Chinese people are sick men!"

"I am the sick man, and we Japanese are the sick man!"

Yamamotoro shouted out tremblingly.

Being stared at by this young man was as scary as being stared at by the god of death! Zhao Changzhi and others on the side all had excited expressions on their faces.

If it weren't for Jiang Beichen, letting the Shan-Heung Lang leave today, their drunkards would have become a huge joke.

Jiang Beichen was so angry that he was very cruel for them.

Who says there is no one in China?

A young master in his twenties, do you have one in Japan?

It is simply ignorant that you dare to compete with the dragon in a small place! "Okay, get out!"

"Go back and tell you Master, tomorrow's competition will be held, our country will win!"

Jiang Beichen said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible pressure had already ejaculated from Yamamotojiro's body.

Yamamoto's moment, Roru was pardoned, and then he carried his soft arms and ran out in a mess.

When he came outside, he stared at the villa gate fiercely and gritted his teeth: "You wait, I will let my master kill you tomorrow!"

"I didn't expect that my friend is really a heroic boy!"

At this time, the drunkard walked over in the yard with a clear look, his tone no longer as arrogant as before, but was completely the tone of his peers.

After all, in the path of martial arts, those who are good at it are the first, and the other party is now a master of martial arts, so he should be a member of his peers.

What's more, this son's future is unpredictable, so he is unwilling to make evil easily.

A powerful friend is far more cost-effective than a powerful enemy! "Don't you ask me for martial arts?"

Jiang Beichen looked playful.

The drunkard looked a little embarrassed and waved his hand quickly, "I was abrupt before, so I hope my friend doesn't have to worry about it!"

A hero smiles and eliminates his grudges.

It is not a big grudge in life and death, so there is no need to be too serious.

"But, you have to be careful in this competition tomorrow!"

Jiang Beichen suddenly spoke.

"From the current situation, you don't seem to be the opponent of Taketsuka Kato!"

Hearing this, the drunkard was stunned and then raised his eyebrows high.

"My friend, are you looking down on me?"

He is the top ten masters on the Hualong list and one of the ten most powerful people in the entire China country.

Before he could fight, this kid actually said he was not an opponent?

The drunkard suddenly felt that he was being despised.

"I'm just telling the truth!"

Jiang Beichen spoke lightly.

"Your boxing style is based on softness to overcome hardness, but it is mainly based on softness and strength. The opponent's boxing style is based on hardness. The overlapping of strength and moving forward, just restraining your drunken boxing!"

"So I said you will definitely lose!"

Jiang Beichen spoke with a positive look on his face.

When the drunkard heard this, he suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, what the other party said is not without reason.

Before, Yamamotoro's last punch, he felt it. After the power was superimposed, it was really terrifying.

If it were the true energy of the martial arts master, the power would probably be even more unimaginable! "Senior Jiang, are you exaggerating? "

"Our master is a master on the Hualong List! He never failed in his life!"

"You can't be ambitious and destroy your own prestige!"

Zhao Changzhi spoke with some dissatisfaction, but the name has changed now and his face is not as arrogant as before.

Other disciples also agreed, not believing that their master would lose.

The drunkard suddenly waved his hand and stopped all the disciples.

"Little Friend Jiang, why don't we make a bet?"

The drunkard suddenly laughed, with a confident expression on his face.

He didn't believe that he would lose! No matter what, he was a leader in the Northern Quan lineage! Moreover, he did not use all his strength in the punch just now. He still had the ability to use his special skills, so how could he easily admit defeat?

"I want to attack me again?"

Jiang Beichen's mouth curled slightly, and he could see the other party's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't care.

"Okay, tell me!"

The drunkard nodded, "Let's do this, if I win this Kato Taketaka tomorrow, you will teach me that set of martial arts. If I lose, I will take you as my teacher. From now on, I will serve you as my drunkard, and I will follow you in the future!"
To be continued...