As soon as this sentence was spoken, Hu Yibo and Ding Yarui frowned at the same time, and their eyes became sharp.

"Are you Fusang people?" Hu Yibo narrowed his eyes and his tone began to be a little bad. After all, they are all Asian yellow people, and they all look almost the same. Besides, their China is really authentic. At first, he really thought that his colleagues in China were looking for trouble, so he didn't think much about it. However, the high contempt in the Fusang people's tone revealed by the high-ranking contempt that people could hear from their ears that they were Fusang people, absolutely right - they only spoke in this tone.

Of course, it is also necessary to admit that Fusang people may not always communicate with Chinese people in this tone, but it is certain that if the yellow people communicate with Chinese people in this tone, they must be Fusang people.

Until now, some of them still remember the glory brought by the invasion and the sense of high achievement when they enslaved the Chinese at that time.

"Yes, we are from Fusang. I heard that your Chaoyang is very famous here. It happens that we are foreign investors. We are just about to open a martial arts restaurant here to spread the great airways of Fusang to China, which is said to be the birthplace of martial arts. So I came to visit my fellow travelers." The strong man hugged his shoulder and laughed. His tone seemed very respectful, but there was no sense of respect in his tone.[

With a "wow", the people around him immediately exploded. "Wow" surrounded a large number of shirtless boys, and they all clenched their fists and stared at them.

"Yes, I'll have a good exchange with you first." Ding Yarui snorted angrily, pushed Hu Yibo away, and stood directly opposite the man.

When she was young, she was a famous Pilihuo temper. Now she is much better, but for those who come to the door, and are from Fusang, she will certainly not be polite. She will not speak out without any speculation and will start fighting if she opens the air.

"I remember there is a book in your China called "Woman, Your Name Is the Weak", tsk, so let's forget it. Unless the man in your Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall is dead, we will not fight you." The extremely strong Fusang man laughed.

"Then I'll fight you!" Hu Yibo's face turned cold, and the veins on his arm burst out, and he took a step out.

However, he was faster, Ding Yarui was faster, and he had already jumped out with a "swoosh" step, and his fist became a phoenix eye, and he punched the strong man's nose. At the same time, he kicked him down and kicked him in the forefront.

"You are still far from you, woman." The strong man stretched out his arm and was already in front of him. He forced Ding Yarui to punch him. Ding Yarui hit him with one punch, and he felt that he was hitting a big rubber, and his fists were actually bounced up. At the same time, the kick below seemed to kick a steel bar, which made the soles of his feet hurt so much.

"You can't do it, your strength is too weak, and it's not enough to scratch me." The strong man laughed and stretched out his hands casually, pushing Ding Yarui out.

Ding Yarui's face was so angry that her face turned red. She was about to go back, but Hu Yibo grabbed her again.

"This is a master who has undergone special training. You are not his opponent. Let me do it." Hu Yibo grabbed her, tidied up his clothes, walked over, and waved his hand. The students around him dispersed a big circle and gave up the venue.
Chapter completed!