Chapter 611: Fight (1)

"Useless East Asian sick man, useless Chinese people ..."
Those three sumo laughed.
Huang Yunguo was anxious and frightened, kicking.
This sumo looks awkward because of obesity, but the movement is not awkward at all. When Huang Yunguo's feet are about to be kicked, the elephant's feet are stretched, and they will kick on Huang Yunguo's feet ...
If this kick hits Huang Yunguo, he will definitely break his bones.
As soon as Yang Zimei's fingers moved, the copper coin in his hand that had just bought water from the store was bounced out and hit the leg kicked by the sumo.
Sumo's legs were numb and unable to kick out.
Huang Yunguo also took the opportunity to kick him fiercely ...
Although he was not strong, he still hurt Sumo.
Sumo yelled and fisted out to hit Huang Yunguo's face.
Yang Zi's eyebrow flickered, like a phantom, before the sumo, and the fist hit the sumo-like big fist.
Click!
Only a sound of bone fractures sounded.
The onlookers also sank with their hearts, covering their eyes, and couldn't bear to see such a fragile girl fist shattering.
However, they heard that the scream like a pig did not come from the girls, but from the sumo.
I saw that Sumo step back a few steps, shaking his hands in pain.
And the girl who suddenly appeared did not change her face, stood aside lightly, and the tender white slender little hand did not look anything different.
Everyone looked at her in amazement.
Did she break the fist of Sumo?
Huang Yunguo recognized her, eyes widened, "Is it you?"
Yang Zi nodded, "Go out and let me challenge them!"
"Can you do it? They are not ordinary people."
Although Huang Yunguo has seen her amazing skills, she knows she has certain skills.
However, these three sumo wrestlers are not unusual.
Yang Zimei is not as thick as one leg and can knock them down?
What's more, he also learned the power of Sumo just now, and they have trained the fat of the whole body into an unusual weapon.
"Rest assured, even though they are big, I am confident that I can make a fortune of two or two pounds, and you will see the excitement."
Yang Zimei pushed Huang Yunguo out of the circle.
Onlookers heard their conversation and began to talk in surprise:
"Oh my God, isn't it? She's going to challenge these three sumo?"
"I don't know how thick it is. They can overwhelm her with one leg."
"Such a beautiful little girl, but don't be ruined by this nasty Japanese fat pig."
...
At this time, the sumo who broke her fist with her punch reacted, and screamed at Yang Zimei, "Baga! You big girl, I want to kill you ..."
"Can kill again!"
A sneer of ridicule sneered at the corner of Yang Zimei's red lips, "You still roll me back to your Japan earlier! Don't be as shameless as a fat pig in our Chinese land.
"Baga!"
The sumo called Fujita Ichiro yelled, stretched out his uninjured hand, and grabbed Yang Zimei's shoulder.
His grasp was quick and fierce, combining the essence of judo, even if it was a tiger running away, he could catch and throw it out.
However, his catch was missed—
Yang Zimei didn't know when it flashed to his back, and his fingers stretched out slightly, poking on his back ...