Chapter 646: Rice light

"Bold!"
"Arrogant!"
"It's not a match yet, how do you know that our master is not an opponent!"
Before the drunkard could speak, all the disciples couldn't stand it anymore, and even broke out.
This Japanese man is simply arrogant to the extreme.
"I don't think it is necessary anymore, right?"
Yamamoto Jiro's face remained calm.
"Master Drunkard, you can tell from the exercises that the drunken fist you are famous for is nothing but a mere manifestation!"
"What I used just now was Master's Flowing Water Broken Rock Fist!"
"And it's easy to dissolve your fist style. If my teacher's father comes, with his old man's skill, he will definitely have spare power to seriously hurt you while dissolving the fist style!"
"So I said, you are not my master's opponent!"
Yamamoto Jiro directly expressed his judgment.
The drunkard's breathing was stagnant, and his brows were closed, his eyes flickering.
Indeed, the boxing technique used by the other party just now is really mysterious, and it can break through the style of drunken boxing! And under his induction, that rain-like punch actually has a superimposed effect! This is a bit scary, that is to say, this kind of boxing can maximize the intensity of the skill, and even can use more than ten times the punch! You know, Bajiquan, which was famous in the past, was only eight times as powerful! This shows that the opponent's boxing method is at least a high-level boxing method! "how?"
"Nothing to say?"
Yamamoto Jiro's complacency grew stronger, and he spoke with disdain: "I think the martial arts world of China is nothing but this, and the top ten in the Hualong list is nothing but this!"
"You presumptuous!"
"You look down on our Chinese martial arts world?"
"Dare to despise the Hualong List?"
The disciples couldn't help it anymore, and they roared, all blushing.
The Hualong Ranking represents the top combat power of China. How dare this kid not look at it?
It's crazy and endless! "Boy, just because you blocked the old man's three punches, you dare to underestimate our entire Chinese martial arts world?"
The drunkard's face was ugly to the extreme, and he didn't expect to be mocked by the Japanese juniors.
Where should I put this old face?
"if not?"
Yamamoto Jiro looked disdainful.
"Your apprentice just lost to me!"
"Now I have received your three punches again!"
"Can't this be proved yet?"
? Yamamoto Jiro sneered.
"The Huaguo martial arts world is really in decline, so vulnerable!"
Strength is everything.
You have lost both games. What qualifications do you have?
"In our country, the loser has to kneel down and give in!"
"The winner is king, it has always been so!"
"Now you have no reason for me to look down upon!"
Yamamoto Jiro sneered again, his face full of complacency.
This is how the Japanese people are.
I usually look very humble on the surface. Once I get the power, I'm in a posture of No. 1 in the world, with my nostrils facing up to the sky.
But the alcoholic and the disciples are naturally angry.
"It's just outrageous!"
But at this time, a disciple in the crowd really couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed out and threw a punch at Jiro Yamamoto.
Gang wind suddenly blew up in the air.
"Sneak attack?"
The corner of Yamamoto Jiro's mouth was slightly raised, and he didn't panic. As the opponent's fist approached, his entire body suddenly disappeared.
When he appeared again, the person had already come behind that disciple! "Water Crushing Rock Fist!"
Bang bang bang! The fist hit the disciple's back like raindrops. The whole process was too fast. The disciple's whole body was shaking like a sieve. In the end, Yamamoto's big foot kicked it out and hit the distance heavily. On the ground at the place, motionless.
"Second Brother!"
The disciples were shocked and ran over quickly, but at this moment the disciple was seriously injured and unconscious.
Pop! Yamamoto Jiro clapped his hands and sneered with disdain: "It's so weak!"
"A big country, it doesn't even have a young man who can beat it, it really has fallen!"
"What do you still call the Eastern Dragon?"
"I think it's almost the same!"
Yamamoto Jiro became more arrogant and unscrupulous, and even said such forbidden words to his face.
"Damn it!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Dare to say that China is a worm?"
A group of disciples watched with blood, wishing to eat people.
The alcoholic bones are irritable, and if he is not concerned about his identity, he really wants to slap this kid with a palm.
But he can't. If he makes a move, it will break the martial arts rules. Not only will he be ridiculed, but the entire Chinese martial arts community will also be ridiculed! "Not convinced?"
Yamamoto Jiro sneered and glanced at the young people. "If you don't accept it, you can send someone out again. If you win, I will kowtow to you!"
After the words, his head rose high, his face really arrogant to the extreme.
Want to make the Japanese people look down upon! Then you have to show strength stronger than me! Just shouting slogans and not shooting guns, what does it mean to cowards?
But at this time, all the disciples who were swept by his gaze could only glared at him, but no one dared to step forward.
After all, even the elder brother and the second elder brother were defeated by this kid, where are they opponents of this man?
"Humph!"
"The ancestors said you were sick husbands, I think it's right!"
Yamamoto Jiro lost all interest at once, and said with disdain, he was about to turn around and leave.
"stop!"
At this moment, there was a cold voice beside him.
Yamamoto Jiro frowned, glanced at it, and immediately couldn't help but curl his lips.
"It is you!"
"I heard outside the gate before that you are an alcoholic who is preparing to recruit a student?"
"Why, I don't want to get started yet, I want to help others?"
Yamamoto Jiro had a look of disdain, he even looked down on a group of drunkards, how could he even value a little boy who was just getting started.
"I am not the apprentice of alcoholics, but what you said just now made me very unhappy!"
Jiang Beichen said coldly.
sick man?
It's okay to mock the others, but these two words are absolutely unbearable! The country of China has been standing at the top of the East for five thousand years! He Jiang Beichen, a man of iron-blooded men who fought in the North and the North, could not tolerate these two words the most! "Haha, I said you are sick men, are you unhappy?"
"Okay! Then you prove it to me!"
Yamamoto Jiro had a disdainful expression on his face.
"Young people present, who can take my three tricks?"
"You are not sick, what are you?"
Yamamoto Jiro couldn't help but curled his lips.
"You underestimate my Hua Guo!"
Jiang Beichen suddenly shook his head.
"You are too high to see your country!"
"It's just a small place. It has been a subordinate of our country since ancient times, and even your ancestors are our grandsons!"
"You actually dare to yell in front of your ancestors, it's simply deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors!"
Jiang Beichen didn't show any mercy, and said this directly.
"You are bold!"
"Dare to question the blood of our Dongying?"
Yamamoto Jiro's face was red, and the Japanese people were extremely arrogant, thinking that they were the noblest nation. Hearing these words, it was like being poked into the heart, how could he bear it.
"how?
Poke the sore spot in your heart? "
"People don't hate maternal ugliness, and dogs don't hate poor families. You are insulting your ancestors like this, it's a beast!
Jiang Beichen said with a sneer.
"Haha yes!"
"Insulting ancestors, beasts are worse!"
"What is it to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor!"
The disciples laughed happily, and finally felt a word back.
"Boy, are you looking for death?"
"It's useless to talk about your mouth. When I kill you, I want to see if you can laugh!"
At this moment, Yamamoto Jiro sneered, suddenly transformed into an afterimage and rushed towards Jiang Beichen.
"Be careful!"
Everyone exclaimed! After all, the strength of the Japanese people is obvious to all. Big Brother and Second Senior Brother were defeated, how could this new kid deal with it! "Huh! The light of rice grains dare to compete with Haoyue?"
However, Jiang Beichen didn't care at all.
It's just that when the afterimage arrived, he seemed to inadvertently brush the dust off his shoulders.
brush! The afterimage seemed to be imprisoned by something, and it froze instantly.
At this time, Yamamoto Jiro seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and his pupils dilated instantly.
"How, how could it..." Bang! In the next second, the whole person, as if hit by a truck, flew out abruptly, hitting the ground in the distance very hard, arousing a cloud of dust.
Yaque was silent for an instant.