Chapter 647: bet

All the disciples all had dull expressions.
Especially Zhao Changzhi, already looking silly, looking at the upright figure in the field incredibly.
"You, are you a martial arts master?"
A trembling voice came from Zhao Changzhi's throat.
Because he is not sure whether his judgment is true.
If it's not true, how can you explain what you just saw?
After all, the strength of that Yamamoto Jiro is obvious to all. If it is not the master of martial arts, who can do it, and can knock him fly so easily?
And if it is true.
How old is this kid?
Such a young martial arts master, really...At this moment, even the face of the alcoholic couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Originally, he thought he highly valued this young man, but he still underestimated it! A martial arts master in his twenties is simply unheard of! Even at this age, he is far worse.
Cough! On the other side, Jiro Yamamoto struggled to get up from the ground, looking at Jiang Beichen with a little surprise in his eyes.
"Unexpectedly, Hua Guo has such a terrifying evildoer as you!"
After a brief period of loss of consciousness, he has returned to calm, but he can no longer see his arrogant and domineering appearance.
If a mountain is higher than a mountain, it seems that he underestimated the martial arts world of China.
Jiang Beichen slowly walked towards him, staring fiercely.
"Do you remember what you just said?"
"Immediately kneel down and apologize!"
"My own palm!"
Dare to say that the Chinese are sick?
It's totally unreasonable. If you don't give some color today, it would really be more than a hundred years ago?
"Let me kneel down and apologize?"
Yamamoto Jiro sneered disdainfully.
"Don't think about it!"
"What's my identity from Dongying?"
"Why don't you kneel down for you Chinese people! You inferior people, it is impossible for me to bow my head!"
His Yamamoto Jiro knelt to the heavens and knees to the gods, but he couldn't kneel to Chinese people! As a Japanese warrior, you must respect the spirit of the warrior and never bow your head! "Don't kneel?"
Jiang Beichen sneered, and took a slow step forward. With a plop, Yamamoto Jiro knelt firmly on the ground.
"You, do you dare to force me?"
Yamamoto raised his head and gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Beichen fiercely, his face full of unwillingness.
boom! The huge pressure directly bends his spine, and the whole person can only crawl on the ground like a dog.
Click! After a crisp sound, the two arms came together like noodles in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, both arms are gone, I am afraid I can no longer practice boxing! "If you don't apologize, your life won't be saved, you choose yourself!"
Jiang Beichen sneered.
"I, I apologize!"
In the face of death, no one can be horrified, and Jiro Yamamoto finally persuaded him.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"I shouldn't say that the Chinese are sick men!"
"I'm the sick man, and our Japanese people are the sick man!"
Yamamoto Jiro yelled tremblingly.
Being stared at by this young man, like being stared at by the of death, is really scary! Zhao Changzhi and others on the side were all excited.
If it had not been for Jiang Beichen, and if this Yamamoto Jiro was allowed to leave today, they would have become a big joke under the drunkard.
Jiang Beichen could be regarded as venting a bad breath for them.
Who said I have no one in China?
A young master in his twenties, is your Japanese country?
Projectile Land also dared to compete with the dragon, it is simply not knowing what it can do! "Okay, get out!"
"Go back and tell you Master, we will win the martial arts competition tomorrow!"
Jiang Beichen said coldly. As soon as his voice fell, the invisible pressure had already leaked from Jiro Yamamoto.
Yamamoto Jiro was amnesty, and then he ran out with a soft arm in embarrassment.
When he came outside, he stared at the gate of the villa fiercely, gritted his teeth: "You wait, tomorrow I will let my master kill you all!"
"Unexpectedly, the little friend is really a heroic boy!"
But at this time, the alcoholic walked over in the yard with clear eyes, and his tone was no longer as arrogant as before. It was entirely the tone of the same generation.
After all, in the martial arts journey, the expert is the first, and the opponent is now the martial arts master, so he should talk with peers.
What's more, the future of this son is unthinkable, and he doesn't want to be guilty anymore.
A strong friend is far more cost-effective than a strong enemy! "Don't ask me for the exercises?"
Jiang Beichen looked jokingly.
The drunkard looked a little embarrassed, and quickly waved his hand, "It was the old man who was abrupt before, and I hope my little friend doesn't care about it!"
The hero grinned with a smile.
It wasn't a feud, there was no need to be too serious.
"It's just that you have to be careful about this competition tomorrow!"
Jiang Beichen suddenly spoke.
"From the current situation, it seems that you are not the opponent of Kato Taketaka!"
Hearing this, the drunkard stunned, and immediately raised his eyebrows.
"Little friend, are you looking down on me?"
He is one of the top ten masters in the Hualong list and one of the ten most powerful people in China.
It hasn't been fought yet, this kid actually said that he is not an opponent?
The alcoholic suddenly felt that he was being despised.
"I'm just telling the truth!"
Jiang Beichen spoke lightly.
"Your boxing style uses softness to overcome rigidity, but softness is the main method, with rigidity, while the opponent's boxing method is based on rigidity.
"So I say you will definitely lose!"
Jiang Beichen spoke affirmatively.
When the alcoholic heard this, he fell silent.
Indeed, what the other party said is not unreasonable.
Before Jiro Yamamoto punched the last one, he felt it. After the strength was superimposed, it was really terrifying.
If it were replaced by the true essence of the martial arts master, the power would be even more unimaginable! "Senior Jiang, your words are alarmist, right?"
"Our master is a master of the Hualong Ranking! He has never failed in his lifetime!"
"You can't grow up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige!"
Zhao Changzhi spoke unconvincingly, but his 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 to stop the apprentices.
"Xiaoyou Jiang, why don't we make a bet?"
The alcoholic suddenly laughed, with a confident expression on his face.
He doesn't believe he will lose! In any case, he is the leader of Beiquan! Moreover, he didn't use his full strength with the punch just now. He still had the skill of housekeeping and didn't use it. How could he easily admit defeat.
"Want to hit the idea of ​​my practice again?"
The corner of Jiang Beichen's mouth was slightly raised, he could see the other's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't care.
"Okay, tell me!"
The alcoholic nodded, "Well, if tomorrow I win this Kato Taketaka, you will teach me that set of exercises. If I lose, I will worship you as a teacher. From now on, I will be an alcoholic for you to drive away. I’ll be your head for you!"
As soon as these words came out, all the disciples were moved.
Unexpectedly, Master would make such a bet! If this loses, isn't this kid becoming their master?
"I said your old man is too cunning, right?"
Jiang Beichen had a speechless expression.
"Whether you win or lose, you don't seem to lose!"
This old man is such a thief! If you win, you can naturally get the exercises from yourself, but if you lose, you can worship yourself as your teacher. As a master, you naturally have to teach him the exercises.
In order to obtain the exercises, this old guy really did everything! "Tomorrow I will go to watch the game, depending on your performance, if your qualifications are too bad, I won't accept it!"
After Jiang Beichen said this, he shook his head with a look of disgust, and then strode towards the outside.
Zhao Changzhi and others' popularity exploded.
What is this called?
Actually think their master is too poor?
Besides, how do you know that our master will definitely lose! "Master, you..." Zhao Changzhi looked over with a worried expression.
"rest assured!"
"I will never lose as a teacher!"
The alcoholic spoke confidently.
As an extremely strong person, he is naturally invincible inside! Even though this flowing water broken rock fist is a bit weird, he can handle it with confidence.