Song Jingshan’s words are really not like what a master said, but they make me feel warm. With such a great senior brother, would I be afraid that Quan Zhilong would have something to do?

So I nodded, got off the ring a few steps and walked to Quan Zhilong's side, stretched out his feet and said, "Either you lick now, or you continue to fight with my senior brother, you can choose."

Quan Zhilong looked at the people around him, and none of them were willing to stand up to help him. Obviously, this guy had a very bad reputation.

At this time, more than ten black bodyguards Quan Zhilong brought to protect him. I smiled and said, "Do you want more people than people? Brothers!"

"have!"

My brothers around me shouted in unison and surrounded them seventy or eighty people. This is our home court. If the "cheerleaders" want to fight, then they will not be able to gain a advantage.

At this moment, Quan Zhilong had no choice but to shout English to me.

Magic translated to me: "Mad Brother, he scolded me."

Forehead……

Before I could give the order, my senior brother shouted at Yang Tu: "Yang Tu, how did I teach you? Someone is disrespectful to your uncle, what should you do?"

Yang Tu nodded and walked directly to Quan Zhilong. Quan Zhilong's men immediately went to block Yang Tu, but Yang Tu was not polite to them. He knocked down four of them in a few seconds. At the same time, my brothers were also angry and immediately beat Quan Zhilong's bodyguards to group.

As for Quan Zhilong, he faced Yang Tu one-on-one. When Quan Zhilong was about to make a move, Yang Tu suddenly flashed in front of him, and then punched Quan Zhilong to the ground with a lightning speed.

Before Quan Zhilong could get up, Yang Tu grabbed Quan Zhilong's collar and started to beat him up.

Well, Yang Tu seemed a little different today. He let go when Yang Tu hit Quan Zhilong’s mouth and nose in a crooked way, and then said to me: “Uncle Master, you think this is OK.”

I nodded and said, "It's OK!"

Then I walked to Quan Zhilong, lick or beat him?

At this time, Quan Zhilong, who was crawling on the ground, climbed to my feet like a pool of mud, and then stuck out his tongue and licked my feet symbolically.

被全志龙舔完脚面之后,我就笑道:“好了,你可以滚了,记住,你的功夫真是糟透了,我们这边出手了几个人,几个人就把你臭揍了一顿,你真是太逊了.”

After being scolded by me, Quan Zhilong got up and took his group of wounded black bodyguards and ran away in shame.

This is an episode.

After Quan Zhilong's affairs were over, Muay Thai master Ke Lan Mei stood up and twisted her neck, took off her top, and then slowly went to the ring: "Song, Quan Zhilong's farce is over, let's have the first contest next."

Those Japanese had no intention of taking action first. They were obviously planning to let my senior brother and Ke Lan Mei consume it first.

Why did my senior brother look indifferent and said, "Okay, Mr. Mei, I want to remind you that there are too many Muay Thai killer moves, and if you use them too much, you will easily hurt yourself."

Kelan Mei was stunned for a moment, but nodded, then shouted, and directly rushed into my senior brother's face with a rapid second attack, and his movements were fast and hatred.

My senior brother also swung his hands a few times. The two seemingly slow movements happened to resolve Ke Lan Mei's two quick punches.

Then the two of them passed more than ten moves at a speed that we could hardly see clearly. During this period, Curran Mei used the secret of Muay Thai, the smooth water used by elbow and knee strikes with all his moves. They were simply smooth water and had no flaws.

But my senior brother's seemingly lazy moves are just right every time he resolves Ke Lan Mei's moves.

The dangerous moves of Ke Lan Mei also brought the atmosphere on the field to a tense critical point. I forgot to breathe at this high-level move.

Looking at the gap between Ke Lan Mei's attack, she suddenly approached my senior brother, raised her knees quickly and pushed her to my senior brother's abdomen. My senior brother used a backhand blow and punched her long punch. Ke Lan Mei's body was fierce and then tilted her knees, and the slam of her knees turned into a backflip, kicking her backwards!

But when Colan Mei was just halfway through, a trace of light suddenly flashed across the corner of my senior brother's eyes, and then he suddenly stretched out from behind, grabbed Colan Mei's right ankle in his hand, and then quickly made a swing. Colan Mei's body flew into the air to the bottom of the stage.

I couldn't help but shout, "Get good!"

But before my word "good" fell, Ke Lan Mei's body flipped in the air, grabbed the hand suddenly, grabbed the rope next to the ring, and then bounced his body and flew to the sky. Then he flipped, and a condescending blow mixed with elasticity and inertia flew towards my senior brother.

Looking at my senior brother again, he smiled slightly. Just as the moment when Kelan Mei was about to approach him, his body suddenly changed to a side step, just like teleportation, and just let Kelan Mei kick the ball in. At the same time, my senior brother made a simple gesture of raising his hand, and then his hand knife suddenly cut at Kelan Mei's waist.

"Bang!"

It was not the sound of my senior brother's hand knife colliding with Ke Lanmei's body, but the sound of Ke Lanmei's whole body colliding with the tabletop.

This fall is really explaining.

When Kelan Mei fell like this, my senior brother didn't rush to get on. Kelan Mei struggled on the ground for a few steps, then swayed a few steps, and stood up against the rope.

My senior brother asked him, "Do you still want to fight again?"

This Kelan Mei was also very tactful. She took a deep breath, then performed a Muay Thai etiquette, and then bowed to my senior brother and said, "I am willing to give up on the disadvantage. You are the real master!"

My senior brother was smiling at Ke Lan Mei with fists and said, "The master dare not be a master, but there is one thing I want to remind you that our Chinese Kung Fu is not for competitive competition. This kind of competition is not my original intention, so I don't want to have a next time."

Ke Lan Mei was stunned for a while and said, "I understand, Song, you are the real master."

Waiting for Colan Mei to step down from the stage, one of the three Japanese who had been arguing for a long time slowly stood up.

"Hello, Mr. Song, I am Taojing, I am the only one who is wise and the descendant of Taojing. I would like to ask Mr. Song Jingshan to give me more advice on weapons." The first Japanese in a kimono who stood up said.

At the same time, a quill in a kimono next to him handed him a Japanese samurai sword, not a bamboo sword, but a high-quality samurai sword made of fine steel. This kind of competition with real weapons is likely to be a death.

My senior brother frowned slightly, and I looked at Su Wei and Yang Tu and asked, "Where is my senior brother's weapon? Have you gotten off the car? Go and get it?"

Yang Tu shook his head and said, "Uncle Master, my master does not carry a weapon."

When I heard that my senior brother had no weapons, I immediately shouted to the stage: "Senior brother, use my a?b?c!"

As I said that, I took out the dagger from my pocket.

But before I could throw it out, my senior brother said, "No, junior brother, I want to borrow another thing from you."

I thought to myself, if you borrow a gun, I will have it too.

Well, people with my senior brother's status naturally would not borrow a gun to compete. He only heard him say, "You have brooms or mop here to sweep the floor."

I didn't react for a moment: "Senior brother, this are dirty, I can just find someone to clean it."

My senior brother smiled and said, "I want to use them as weapons. I am too angry and I am afraid of hurting people."

I……

My senior brother is so awesome, I am almost at a loss to describe him. How confident and arrogant he is.

But when my senior brother said these words, he was very peaceful and had no intention of pretending at all. Instead, he really looked like he was for the opposite Taojing Wuzuo.

I swallowed my saliva and said, "Come on, find a broom."

At this time, Taojing Wuzuo, opposite, said angrily with a humiliated look on his face: "Song Jingshan, I really want to ask you for a fight. Are you looking down on others too much? If you hurt you later, don't blame me."

My senior brother smiled and said, "Life and death are fate."

After a while, one of my brothers ran over from the backstage with a broom. When he handed it to me, he asked me: "Brother Crazy, is this really OK?"

I also hesitated and said, "It should be possible."

I handed the broom to my senior brother with a new nervousness. He held it in his hand and threw it a few times, as if trying to feel it. Then he nodded slightly and said, "It feels good."

After saying that, he swept a few times on the ring.

At this time, Taojing Wuzuo could no longer bear it. He shouted fiercely and slashed at the senior brother in front of him with a knife.

Seeing my senior brother swaying slightly, he did not go to block the broom. Instead, he waved the broom and pointed it at Taojing Wulei's chest while dodging by Taojing Wulei.

If my senior brother took a real weapon, he could pierce the other party's chest at this time, so simple.

Taojing Wuzuo seemed to be unwilling to accept it. He waved the knife and cut off the head of the broom, and then cut the chest of my senior brother.

My senior brother jumped back slightly, and the moment the knife in Taojing Wu cut through the position where my senior brother was standing with the knife in his left hand, my senior brother actually jumped back.

When folded, it seemed as if Tao Jing Wuzuo's knife had cut through my senior brother's body, but the result was that he didn't hit it.

The moment my senior brother jumped back, the sharpened wooden broom handle in his hand stabbed on Tao Jing Wu's left wrist. When Tao Jing Wu felt pain on his left, the steel knife in his hand fell on the low ground.

The wooden broom handle in the senior brother's hand pointed at Taojing Wu's left throat.

"You can't even hold weapons, so how can you practice swordsmanship? Although Taojing is concerned with the beauty of posture, if you pay too much attention to these, it is a burden of swordsmanship, which is contrary to the spirit of swordsmanship." My senior brother pointed at Taojing Wuzuo's throat and said lightly.
Chapter completed!