Chapter 1628: International Martial Arts Commission

1628 International Wushu Committee
On the 9th, the top two.
This is the concept of the bank owner. The calculation given by the actuary is Li Yun on the 9th, let 5!
"Just five? Just kidding, that's number nine! Powerful number nine!"
The boss of Qianzhuang almost whispered, "Did you see how he defeated the monk before Shaolin? Isn't Shaolin known as the No. 1 Chinese martial artist? Let five? I think three is enough!"
"It's a bit safer."
The actuary hurriedly explained, "After all, Li Yun performed well in the previous games. He defeated Parkson and has such strength."
"Okay, just as you say."
Thinking that this Huaxia warrior did defeat the powerful boxer Boxen, the boss's attitude eased a bit.
"Anyway, you have to bet on Li Yun. The higher the audience expects him, the more money I will win when the 9th victory!"
"Boss, 62% of the money was invested in Li Yun."
Report from the men.
"Very good! It looks like everyone is looking forward to Li Yun!"
The boss of Qianzhuang was very satisfied. "This time, I can not only get back the money, but also make double the profit! No one can win the powerful number nine! No one!"
"You're right!"
The actuary kept on flattering.
In the TV, Li Yun has come to the ring.
Standing opposite him was the number nine in a black-gold battle suit.
"You feel familiar to me ..."
On the 9th, looking at Li Fan, his eyes were a little skeptical, "You are very much like someone I've met."
"How come, I'm just an ordinary Chinese warrior."
Li Fan concealed his identity. "However, it seems that Your Excellency has some misunderstandings about our Chinese martial arts. Today, I can take this opportunity to let you know my Chinese martial arts again."
As he said, he stretched out his hands and put on a stance, "Although I was in Yingwumen, I was lucky enough to go to Qixiamen to practice a set of Qixia Boxing. Please enlighten me."
"Huaxia martial arts, Huaquan embroidered legs."
On the 9th, he mocked without hesitation, "I have also encountered a so-called powerful Chinese warrior, known as the strongest Chinese player. As a result, he was defeated by my fist. If anyone of you in Huaxia really makes me look down At the very least, that is the Emperor Wu, he has very strong energy. "
"In that case, let me ask you for advice."
Li Fan said, arching in front of the 9th, "Yingwumen Li Yun, please advise."
"The game hasn't started yet, the two players are already tense!"
The host continued to stir up the atmosphere. "Mr. Jiang, who are you optimistic about in this game?"
"Well these two ... are very strong."
Jiang Feng held back a smile and said, "I think everyone sees the fighting strength of the Yingwumen. And this hero from the US Emperor No. 9 has the same strength. Let me be honest, who wins Don't care, I care more about this contest, how wonderful it will be. "
"Since President Jiang has said so, let us wait and see!"
The match between Li Yun on the 9th and Needless to say, the popularity on the 9th is extremely high. And Li Yun also defeated the powerful boxer Parkson in the previous competition! The battle between the two of them should be very enjoyable!
"Come, let you shoot first."
No. 9 held his arms and stood there, as if he didn't care much about Li Fan.
"Well, I'm welcome."
Li Fan said, at his feet, the whole man suddenly appeared in front of No. 9. The 9th didn't care about it at all. The Chinese martial arts fighters were fast, but what's the use of that?
"The black tiger climbed the mountain!"
Li Fan hit the chest of No. 9 with three consecutive strokes, chin, and finally clasped it on his head.
"boom!"
Li Fan pushed No. 9's head to the ground, and even overwhelmed No. 9's body, and buckled it into the ground!
The host was amazed as No. 9's head was smashed into the ground.
"No. 9 was smashed into the ground! Is he about to lose?"
"I don't think it will be that easy."
Jiang Feng is more like an excellent commentary, "In terms of the physical strength of No. 9, this attack should be just a greeting to him."
Just after Jiang Feng's remarks, No. 9 has stood up from the ground, and at the same time, everyone is patting the dust on his body.
"that's all?"
Nine asked coldly.
"No hurries."
Li Fan wasn't too surprised, "I just used Chengcheng just now, and now I am 50% trying it?"
"What can you do with three strokes?"
Nine is very proud, "Come on."
"it is good."
Li Fan came forward again, this time with a direct palm, printed on the chest of No. 9.
"Dragon throws beads!"
Li Fan's words fell, and a powerful spirit exploded from behind No. 9! Nine bent down and slid half a meter back, but still stabilized her body.
"One more trick."
Li Fan put his hands in his pockets and looked at No. 9 with a smile. "Next time ... oh, how about using Bacheng, how?"
"Why ten percent?"
No. 9 snorted, "Your Huaxia fighters' attack is nothing more than that!"
"Okay, then it's up to you, use ten percent."
Li Fan was just as good as he was. "Then you have to fight it, don't get killed, that's not fun."
Li Fan stepped forward, raised a powerful internal force in the palm, and shot directly towards the 9th!
"Ape King Cannon!"
No. 9's brows suddenly frowned, and Li Fan's palm fell firmly on him!
"Boom!"
The body of the No. 9 turned into a shell, and it flew out directly, smashing into the distance!
Finally, with a slamming sound, No. 9 body was embedded in the wall of the high platform. Fortunately, there was no landing, and it was not calculated outside the ring.
Yin red appeared in the corner of No. 9's mouth, and he was injured! His eyes closed tightly, as if passed out.
"Nine was injured? How is that possible! Something must have gone wrong!"
The boss of Qianzhuang couldn't sit still, he cried out loudly, "Let people check the Li Yun! Did he take any contraband! Yes, their Chinese people like contraband most, Li Yun must not exception!"
Li Fan looked at the number nine embedded in the wall and was about to continue his attack. At this time, the host said loudly.
"Sorry ... I have received a notice from the International Martial Arts Committee here. They suspect that Li Yun has used contraband, and he will be checked for urine."
"Crap!"
A gray robe standing next to Tianwuge Elder finally couldn't help, he scolded angrily, "What international martial arts committee, they count as farts! In our Huaxia martial arts competition, when will it be their turn! The martial arts have the honor of martial arts, let alone use contraband! "
"Yes, let them go!"
"I have never heard of any international martial arts committee!"