In everyone's eyes, Masao Miyamoto roared towards Lu Fan, like a mighty lion!

Many people raised their hands and were about to applaud.

"Bang!"

Lu Fan slapped his backhand and saw Masao Miyamoto's rapid figure, faster than when he came, and flew backwards directly.

"Bang!"

The body hit the ground heavily, and then a mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his mouth.

"Baga!"

Masao Miyamoto rose directly from the ground and spat blood from his mouth. When he found out that he had his big teeth removed by Lu Fan's slap in the face, he was immediately angry and roared, clenched his fists and rushed towards Lu Fan again.

"Bang!"

Another slap in the face, Masao Miyamoto fell out on the spot, and turned around several times before falling heavily to the ground.

"Baga!"

"Chinese people, die for me!"

When Masao Miyamoto rushed over for the third time, Lu Fan's eyes had already expressed an impatient look:

"Is Japanese warriors fighting each other just like gangsters fighting each other?"

"What kind of Bushido spirit is this?"

He looked at Masao Miyamoto who was rushing towards him with blood on his face, raised his foot and kicked him in the chest.

"Bang!"

This kick was heavy and steady.

Masao Miyamoto didn't even scream, his face turned blue and purple in an instant, his body turned into shrimps, and his whole body turned like a cannonball, his body turned into a afterimage, flew backwards, flew directly out of the square, and hit the stone pillar heavily.

"Buzz!"

The huge stone pillar trembled slightly, and Masao Miyamoto's body was almost smashed into the stone pillar directly. His body briefly freezes on the wall of the stone pillar before he slowly fell to the ground.

"I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

"Forget it, you are not his opponent, don't embarrass me again."

Ichiro Miyamoto finally spoke, stopping Miyamoto Masao from going up and fighting with Lu Fan again.

"Master!"

Masao Miyamoto got up from the ground with difficulty. As soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of black blood squirted out.

His chest was kicked by Lu Fan and his bones were shattered. If Lu Fan hadn't wanted to kill here, this kick would have killed him.

Miyamoto Ichiro naturally saw this and said to his disciple: "You have performed well and have not insulted my Bushido spirit."

"It's just that the gap between you two is too big. If you continue to fight, we, Jingbaliu, will lose a hero. You go down to heal your wounds first. I will find you a chance to avenge you in the future. One blood today's shame."

He spoke Japanese, but Lu Fan did not understand it.

It doesn’t matter if Lu Fan stands aside. Such a person is too far from him and he will never threaten him.

Even if he is physically injured now, he and Masao Miyamoto are not from the same world at all.

Miyamoto Ichiro originally wanted to use the title of champion of the Lu Fanhua Kingdom's Suspension Dragon List Ancient Martial Arts Competition to enhance the morale of our disciples.

But I didn't expect that if I couldn't eat chicken, I would lose some rice.

Lu Fan's strength is beyond his concept.

He knew that Lu Fan was currently seriously injured and could not be cured, otherwise he would not have taken such a great risk to come to his sect's sect's resident in Baliu, Beijing to test the medicine.
Chapter completed!