It is impossible to describe how powerful Lu Zhida's throw is. The people present had only one thought in their minds: "How is that possible?!"

How is it possible! The Japanese sumo wrestler, who is like a meat mountain, is said to be the second most powerful brave man to the emperor. He seems to be a ferocious monster that cannot even be damaged by swords and guns. He can't even handle his three moves, and he is like a turtle who has been turned over the lid, throwing it seven or eight meters away in the air!

What does this mean? That guy weighs at least three or four hundred pounds, and he is as strong as a buffalo. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to shake them. Even if they want to lift them up, they may not be able to do anything, let alone throwing them away like throwing a pillow!

Just as the crowd was stunned, the figure of the sumo wrestler rolled, and his short hands and feet showed his clumsy and ugly appearance. Several consecutive miserable air and he threw a standard arc. The ground was sank half a foot deep. The broken wood and stones shattered in a sound, and the turbid smoke and dust swept everywhere. He had serious heart disease, cerebral thrombosis, and the weird things with deterioration of liver function were broken. He was hummed and couldn't get up for a long time!

This is not as simple as being pushed out of circles or being pushed down by similar people during the competition. The power of the volleyball flew into the air caused serious damage to his weight bonus. No matter how strong it is, it is still far less than the strong muscles transformed by Lu Zhida's scientific method and martial arts practice. It suddenly leaks!

As the dust fell to the ground, Lu Zhida shook his arms back and forth. "Kala" a burst of bones burst out like firecrackers, muttering with displeasure: "It's so fucking unworthy! I haven't gotten hot yet!"

This sumo wrestler, who is not losing strength, is not bad in other aspects except for two strengths and a few quick attack methods. He is completely defeated with a little skill and the effect of strange power. Lu Zhida, who is preparing to fight, feels particularly unsatisfied. Such a big opponent is too difficult to find!

But the people at the scene didn't think so! The Chinese side held their breath and looked at it for a while, and suddenly, they shouted wildly with a "scream" and several strong generals rushed into the venue. They hugged Lu Zhida's legs and lifted them up, shouting loudly: "Hero! Hero! Good job!"

The Japanese and the gang of traitors who were pro-Japanese, were stunned and could not react for a moment. They looked at the sumo wrestlers with incredible faces facing the sky, thinking that they were dazzled or that they were drinking too much and daydreaming!

Kawabian Masato rubbed his eyes in disbelief and found that everything was true. The powerful sumo wrestler, which was almost invincible in his mind, was made into a turtle shape in less than a minute. The opponent seemed to be effortless!

The contrast is too big! Song Zheyuan, who had been keeping his heart in his throat before, suddenly widened his eyes, then narrowed slightly, turned his head and nodded at Zhu Bin, saying, "The command of the Han minister is such a peerless brave general! If you throw this world, you will be famous in history! It will be a big white!" He raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, and leaned comfortably behind the high-back chair, letting his subordinates shout for nothing.

Zhu Bin waved his hand modestly: "Oh. This is nothing. He can still use some fist and scheming methods, but it is not as good as Chairman Song's entanglement with the Japanese invaders in Pingjin."

That attitude seemed very legitimate, but the unconcealed smile on his face was enough to prove his good mood.

Lu Zhida raised her arms high and bent her arms to bulge her biceps, which looked like a small pillow, and widened her eyes and shouted loudly at the Japanese: "Who else?!"

The soldiers of the 29th Army all cheered and shouted at the Japanese: "Come again! Come again!"

With such an invincible warrior present, what else can they be afraid of! No matter what Japanese master he is, one will kill the other and see what capital they have to be rampant!

The faces of Masazo Wada Yoichiro and others quickly changed toward the deflated eggplant. The dizzy middle and lower-level officers were all angry and embarrassed. Many people were catching knives and guns and were about to get angry on the spot!

Zhu Bin slapped the chopsticks on the table with a gloomy gaze, swept across like a knife, and shouted at Ma Rulong without looking back: "Everyone is good! Whoever dares to use a knife and a gun will ruin the dog's god first!"

The Eagle Catching the Swordsman, Ma Rulong, was already so hungry that he could not bear it. His hands loosened on the ivory handles of the two hand cannons, and he laughed: "Boss, don't worry! I guarantee that no one can escape!"

His eyes were no different from those of the eagle, and the speed of the two hands being fired out was even more numerous in the task force. Even the Japanese devils in front of him raised their guns and pulled the trigger for a few seconds was enough for him to aim and shoot the gun, and there was no luck under the cannon! Even wearing a turtle shell, he could not stop the killing of the special tungsten core armor-piercing projectile!

Song Zheyuan's heart trembled when he heard it, and a trace of joy suddenly disappeared. He suddenly came back to his senses. It seemed that Zhu Bin had a generous temper! No matter what occasion, he never gave the Japanese a chance. If the high-drinking bastards on the opposite side were playing with swords and guns, the people on his side would consider various influences. Zhu Bin would not care about that, and would definitely do it first!

There is really no other person in the world who dares to be so arrogant, challenge the Japanese, and not be able to confront them at all, or even openly shout at the Japanese, which is absolutely unique!

Think about the heavy armor on the ground, the thirty-six armed guards like human-shaped tanks, and the group of mad men who used small cannons and heavy machine guns as individual weapons... Song Zheyuan immediately broke out in a cold sweat! If this conflict arose, it would take less than a minute to slaughter all these Japanese! Then, wait for the war to start!

Song Zheyuan quickly stood up, glared at his subordinates, and shouted: "Okay! Compare martial arts and skills, stop it. Today is a good day for the Sino-Japanese party. Don't hurt the harmony! It's all dispersed!"

Feng Zhian was already very satisfied and waved his hand to stop urging his subordinates to avoid making trouble completely annoy the Japanese. Lu Zhida and a group of military men returned to the formation. A large bowl full of good wine came over and shouted in a lingering voice: "Hero, come a bowl!"

Lu Zhida was not so proud. She looked back at Zhu Bin and got the approval. Then she took the three big bowls of "bang bang bang" and poured them down, so beautiful that she smiled.

Wu Peifu took the wine bowl with his stomach straight and walked with all directions. He separated the young people and looked up and down with admiration. He slapped Lu Zhida, slapped the table and praised: "I haven't seen such a brave warrior for many years. Today, it's a big increase in the majesty of our people. I'm so happy to see it! Come on, have a bowl with me!"

Lu Zhida knew that this person was not an ordinary person. Ten years ago, he was a prince who could compete for the world and almost became the president. The boss respected him and was a fellow villager from Shandong, so he did not dare to put on airs. He received the wine respectfully, and he tilted his neck down, and there was a lot of fun again!

"Okay!" Wu Peifu shouted at the top of his voice, patted the guy on the shoulder, smiled coldly at the direction of the Japanese seat, and returned to his seat.

After another break, several Japanese people's minds became more and more unkind. Five or six strong guards carried the sumo wrestlers out. The chief of the secret agent of Peking, Takara Matsumori, was very controlled and did not drink much. His fine eyes swept the table of Zhu Bin coldly. He turned around and muttered to a consultant. The man stood up and stretched his neck and shouted: "The two warriors performed very well just now. However, today's soldiers must be civil and military. China and Japan's culture came from the same source. Since the Yuan and Qing dynasties, countless Chinese sages have crossed the empire to the east, allowing Chinese civilization to be revived in Japan! I am not talented and I am willing to write in class to express my respect!"

Without waiting for the Chinese people opposite to respond, several Japanese who had been prepared pushed the cart to the middle and spread a table. The four treasures of the study were displayed for use. The consultant who was self-reliant and proficient in Chinese culture came forward with a drink, tiptoed and splashed ink, and a poem about Zhu Shunshui, a great scholar in the late Ming Dynasty, was vividly displayed on paper.

"Seeking Xu Sheng's traces from afar, moving boats to live on a different peak. The suicide note searches for Kong walls, and the fairy road is separated by Qin seals. The flowing water goes endlessly. When will the old friends meet? The village letters are full of separation and hatred."

The weather was hot and the ink was dry quickly. After the consultant finished writing, he was so proud that he could hold it to the surroundings. The traitor and the Japanese themselves immediately applauded and cheered.

To be honest, the Japanese calligraphy is still a bit good, which is comparable to the late Qing scholars who are now poor and poor, who make a living by selling literature, but they are much better than the generals who have been in office since Song Zheyuan! Most of these people are from poor backgrounds and cannot recognize big characters. How can they study calligraphy?

Zhu Bin was an outsider after all. He listened to the vernacular language of the consultant and the vernacular was inexplicably heard. He saw a group of generals from the 29th Army’s faces were wrong, and turned around and asked Zhang Yi: "What is that bastard saying? What are you writing!"

Zhang Yi's handsome face showed a faint disdain and replied in a low voice: "It's just that China is no longer the prosperous China of the Tang and Song dynasties. Chinese culture has been inherited and carried forward by them. He even used the poems of Zhu Shunshui, a great scholar in the late Ming Dynasty to show off their cultivation and claim to be honest! Such clichés have been said for many years. What's even more ridiculous is that countless people in China actually agree with them and are willing to give them a stinking foot. Humph, it's ridiculous! How can Chinese civilization be understood by merely Eastern children? But if you get some fur, you will be regarded as the standard and have no knowledge!"

Zhu Bin didn't understand anything about poetry and songs, but a family named Zhu actually ran to use it as a guise for the Japanese to laugh at his compatriots, but this was unacceptable. He waved his hand with a dark face: "Don't you boast about those useless people, aren't you boasting about the scholarly family? Go up to me and fuck these little sluts! If you lose, I'll let you go to the farm to feed pigs!"

Zhang Yi's forehead veins jumped, obviously giving Zhu Bin such a domineering order, but this was also a great opportunity to show his performance. Of course, he refused to let it go. He nodded calmly, stood up and shouted loudly: "It's just a small country with a few people who have only learned a lot of ink, and dared to boast like this?" He calmly took steps into the field.

Song Zheyuan and others felt their hearts beating again when they heard this. They said, "Whoever plays with birds?" They are worthy of being the subordinates brought out by Zhu Bin. They are all first-class and they don't know if they have any useful things under their hands."

Wu Peifu, who was originally going to rescue the scene, sat down again with a smile, and cheered loudly with the wine bowl: "Little guy said it well! Chinese culture requires Chinese people to be orthodox. How can the little people see any real signs? Show it well, I'll be waiting for you with wine!"

This attitude seemed like the scene where Cao Cao was drinking to Guan Yu during the Three Kingdoms period. It was said from Wu Peifu, such an old coach in China, which was particularly appropriate!

The 29th Army, who was so frustrated that they were applauding and applauding!

The Japanese consultant who was still proud just now was so angry that his face turned purple. He glared at the triangle and looked at Zhang Yi and sneered: "It's useless to just talk about his mouth! It's better to see the real skills in his hands!"

Zhang Yi raised his lips and looked down with contempt: "What's the difficulty?! Look!"

He picked out a wolf's hair casually, held the cuff with his left hand, and slapped his wrist and splashed ink on half of the quintessence of Qi Jiguang: "Youji worked hard to build a city in the north, and his mysterious swords destroyed the murderous aura, and he wanted to teach Hengyu Shuiboning to suppress the Japanese pirates, and the tiger roared to shake Japan."

Siswen is a white-faced scholar. The words he wrote were actually sharp and sharp. It was quite like a vast ocean of persuasion! Zhu Bin and other laymen like him were very pleased. Wu Peifu and the few celebrities who were well-educated in mathematics and knowledgeable at first glance, and immediately slapped: "Good words! Good words!"

Song Zheyuan and others didn't care whether it was good or not. When they saw the content of the half-quoise, their blood vessels swelled on the spot. Damn it was so powerful. It was a nasty challenge to directly yell at the Japanese face to suppress the Japanese pirates! But it was so fucking to relieve them!

The cheers were filled with thunder!

The Japanese consultant, who was proud of his literary talent, was stunned when he saw the word, and was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but pounce on him and widened his eyes and looked hard, while placing his teeth: "This... how can Wang Xizhi practice this stroke, how can he write so majestic and grand, and the wind is free to be free!"

Speaking of which, the Japanese have a fanatical pursuit of Chinese culture from the bottom of their hearts, but the premise is that they are really good. Zhang Yi was young in his twenties, but he has passed down the fragrance of books from generation to generation. He was forced to have a full body of poetry and books since he was a child. In previous dynasties, it was okay to take the imperial examination. After years of experience in the army, his thoughts have a unique pursuit, and the characters he wrote naturally have a different temperament!

It’s no wonder that the Japanese were angry at critical moments, but when they looked at the content calmly, they all turned red and their necks were thick!

Matsumori Takaraki quickly went up and evacuated the few dizzy consultants. Kawabata Masaki slapped the table and shouted: "Baga! Do you want to provoke a war?!"

Zhu Bin shouted lazily: "Baga, your sister! Your whole family is all eight! It's the damn thing that you have started a dispute, right? Why, you are not capable enough and want to be arrogant, right? Grandpa is here to the end! Come on!"

The people on both sides pushed away the chair and stood up, grinning and pinching their fists, Song Zheyuan immediately jumped up to be a friend: "Okay, okay! Make friends with literature is a scholar, there is no need to be so tense! China-Japan friendship is the key, don't get angry! Haha!"

The Japanese don’t want to break up like this, otherwise the main intention would not be able to continue, and they had to suppress their anger and sit back to their original position. But when they looked back, their consultants actually hugged Zhang Yi’s big words and let go, and they were immediately angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven!!!
Chapter completed!