"Damn, this old man is still excited," Xiaofeng kept cursing in his heart, "It's really a tiger falling into the sun and being bullied by a dog." At this time, no matter how bad the health is, he has to be strong. Otherwise, people will laugh at you, how can men be ridiculed?

Why do you think Takeda has to fight again? Because he had long seen that Xiaofeng was in a state of discomfort. Japanese people are not like Chinese people, and they pay attention to martial ethics. They believe in taking advantage of your illness and killing you to kill all threats to themselves in the cradle. What's more, Xiaofeng humiliated the Japanese like that before. If Takeda did not regain this face, how could he do it in the future?

But in the blink of an eye, Takeda's palms had already been handed to his chest. Xiaofeng endured the severe pain from his back, strengthened his true energy, ran onto his palms, and met him. "Bang", the two of them were really head-on, and their palms were about to part with one touch. Although Takeda was old, perhaps his physical fitness was not as good as Xiaofeng, but his internal strength was quite pure.

Internal strength emphasizes the heat. As you get older, the better you master the heat. With the fight, both sides are basically evenly matched, and no one hurts each other. But Xiaofeng has a slight advantage. After all, Xiaofeng is young and vigorous, not as good as Takeda's old Taoist, or rather cunning, and he doesn't understand how to hide his weakness. After fighting, he is exhausted and weakened. However, Takeda lets you be brave, and he smiles gloomy, "Hehe-boy, you're fooled." As he spoke, he slashed towards Xiaofeng with a powerful slash against the wind.

"Dan, this old man is too cunning." Xiaofeng retreated repeatedly, and he was looking forward to the women. "You can't retreat again. If you retreat again, it will be affected." The two of them had some concerns before, and they didn't want to shock the world, and they both restrained themselves. But this time, Takeda did not think it was ruthless. Even Xiaofeng retreated repeatedly, but still did not avoid Takeda's invisible sword aura.

"Damn, this is a big deal today." Xiaofeng is not the one who can be slaughtered. He wiped his hands against his waist, and there were eight flying knives between his fingers. In his hand, Xiaofeng felt much more at ease. He found the right opportunity and waved his palm, and eight flying knives shot towards the vital points of Takeda's body.

"Look, flying knife? Is this a juggling? It's so good"

"Well, yes, it looks very good~~~~~~~~~~~~", the foreigners watching were talking and all were amazed.

"Damn, I've regarded the flying knife skills that I'm proud of as an acrobatic." Xiaofeng's head was covered in black, and his face became less and less beautiful.

"What? There is still a flying knife hidden?" Takeda was careless for a moment and was not prepared for it. He was fumbling by Xiaofeng's eight flying knives. The knife blocked the left and right. "Ding Ding Ding--" After several consecutive crisp sounds, he finally avoided the flying knife shot by Xiaofeng. He was really shocked. Looking at the flying knife nailed to the cement pillars of the hall in the distance, Takeda Ren was still scared, "This Chinese is really powerful. If he hadn't been injured, he might not be his opponent. If such a person is an anti-Japanese element, he will probably bring endless troubles. It would be better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Thinking of this, Takeda pulled out a three-inch-long samurai sword he carried with him and was about to kill him. Even if he could not take Xiaofeng's life, he would at least not be able to use force in the future.

"Damn, there is a knife? This old man is also hiding deep enough." Xiaofeng was very curious. It was about three inches long and not short. Where did he hide the knife?

"Not right? Why are you still moving? " Zheng Shuang next to him was stunned, "Damn, do you really treat us police as decoration?" He raised his hand, "Hey? You two, don't be allowed--"

Before he finished speaking, his hand raised was held high and he was grabbed, "Captain Zheng, long time no see, how are you doing recently?" The person who spoke was an old acquaintance of him.

"Mr. Wang? Why are you here?" Zheng Shuang was very surprised. She didn't expect that the person who came was Wang Bing, the son of Mayor Wang, who he had always wanted to curry favor with.

"Haha-I've been here a long time ago, but I saw Captain Zheng, you have been busy all the time, afraid of delaying your work, so I don't have the nerve to bother you." Wang Bing smiled.

"Look at what you said, Mr. Wang, you are here. No matter how busy I am, I have to accompany you with all my heart!" Zheng Shuang smiled and held Wang Bing's hand tightly.

"Haha--" Wang Bing smiled at Zheng Shuang, but his eyes were always paying attention to Fang Yun. He and Fang Yun could also be said to be old acquaintances. Their fathers were one of the secretary and the other were the mayor, and they could be called the parents of Shanghai. Wang Bing's father never looked down on Fang Yun's father Fang Zheng, thinking that he had no ability and only became the secretary by his relationship. He was not young anymore and he still occupied the pit and did not poop, so he kept making some small moves behind his back and wanted to defeat Fang Zheng as soon as possible. As long as Fang Zheng fell, the position of the secretary was his own.

Who is Fang Zheng? No matter whether he has the ability or not, it is the party secretary. If it were in ancient times, it would be a rank of officials who were stumbled behind him every day. No matter how good Fang Zheng has a temper, he will get angry over time. In this way, the relationship between the two people is really incompatible with each other.

Let me say that Fang Yun has been caring about the situation on the field. He began to think that the two were just having a fight. Seeing that Xiaofeng seemed to be at a disadvantage, he didn't care. But he didn't expect Takeda to actually move the knife. This is not bad. (Of course, Xiaofeng also used the knife, but she automatically ignored it.) "This little Japan is too rampant! Do you dare to do anything wrong in our territory?" He saw Zheng Shuang chatting with the annoying Wang Bing very happily, "Hmph! I don't care about that flatterer, I have to care! I'm not a favor to Xiaofeng, right?" Damn, it's time, Fang Yun is still thinking about the police's mission - justice and fairness.

After hesitating for a while, Fang Yun decided to take charge, push away the crowd of people watching, and then walked towards Xiaofeng and Takeda.

At this moment, Wang Bing broke free from the hand that was tightly held by Zheng Shuang, walked quickly to Fang Yun, blocking her way, "Fang Yun, it's been a long time since we saw each other, how are you doing recently?"

I didn’t come early or late, but it appeared at the critical moment. It’s so annoying! “Go away, you’re blocking my way”

"What are you doing? Is there anything important to be so anxious?" Wang Bing just refused to give way.

"Nonsense, I am a policeman. Do you think everyone is like you, doing nothing every day, and you know how to eat and drink? Get out of the way, have you seen someone trying to use a knife?"

A trace of gloom flashed in Wang Bing's eyes, "Smile, I'm useless, you won't be much better than the chickens sold on the roadside if I hadn't had a good man!" He cursed viciously in his heart, but pretended not to care on his face, "Oh! You said that Japanese old man? It's okay, he brought him by me, it's just martial arts. Anyone who can play tricks must talk with others. His knife was not spoken, just pretending to be stunning, don't worry."

"Bullshit, it's weird if you don't worry? What good things can the people who come with you have?" Fang Yun rolled his eyes and gave them to Wang Bing.
Chapter completed!