"How could you lose?"

The audience in the audience roared loudly, and some even had tears in their eyes.

It has to be said that in the troubled times, many people still have a sense of national honor - perhaps this can only be maintained.

Wu Yun also felt sad in his heart as he looked at the Chinese warrior who was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and could not get up from the ground.

Although this is not the world he lived in his previous life, the time and space of the heavens and all worlds are ultimately a similar era background.

call……

The muscular strongman raised his arms provocatively to the crowd around him, showing his rocky muscles, and his mouth roared like a beast.

Finally, he shouted in a very bad Chinese: "Chinese Kung Fu, spicy chicken! Chinese, weak."

This was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the people around him even started to yell. But this was a martial arts competition, a fair duel, and it was useless to be angry.

Wu Yun's eyes crossed the ring and saw some foreigners and Chinese gathering behind him and talking in a low voice. It was obviously the organizer.

At this time, Huang Shuo whispered: "Old Wu, I just asked some people next to me, saying that this foreigner used 1,000 yuan to set up the ring and let us Chinese challenge them. If you win, you will take them all, but it will cost 100 yuan to challenge them once. I think this is to make money."

yes……

Wu Yun nodded: "It not only earns our money, but also humiliates us. Can you bear it?"

"cannot!"

"Then you go up and hit him with your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

ah?

No, no!

Huang Shuo quickly waved his hands, his face as if it was earthy.

The strongman was one head taller than him, his arms were thicker than his thighs, and his waist was like a bucket. He didn't dare to go up.

"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are peerless martial arts. You can learn to slap a dragon. No matter how powerful it is, you can slap an eighteen dragons. Are you still afraid of a foreigner?"

Huang Shuo: “…”

He reached out to touch Wu Yun's forehead: "You don't have a fever either."

At this time, a middle-aged man in the crowd, wearing silk, held the money in his hand and shouted: "Who is going to bring glory to the country? I'll pay a hundred yuan challenge!"

I'll do it!

Wu Yun raised his hand.

"Are you crazy?" Huang Shuo looked at him incredibly, "You are not as good as me in martial arts these days? What's the show? Patriotism is a good thing, but you need to be more rational."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Wu Yun smiled and waved his hand, and walked onto the ring.

In fact, he wanted to teach this foreigner who was arrogant and scolded China at the beginning, but he didn't have that much money. Now that someone pays the challenge fee, he can still make a thousand yuan while venting his anger, why not?

Seeing that Chinese warriors came on stage, the onlookers became excited again.

"Warriors, come on!"

"Beat this foreigner hard!"

"Ah, I'm still a bad guy."

"It seems that there are good people in the police station."

Huang Shuo could only watch helplessly. It was this time, and it wouldn't be good if he forced him down. He could only hope that this passionate friend would not be beaten too badly...

For the first time, he felt that he should really learn some martial arts seriously. If he could really practice the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms better, he would be able to teach this foreigner a lesson today, right? He would not always be bullied in the police station in the future.

The strongman, who was two meters tall, saw Wu Yun coming to the stage and arrogantly gestured to him a little finger.

The referee waved his hand down and signaled the competition to begin!

The strong man roared and rushed towards Wu Yun. He looked like an angry rhino.

Wu Yun did not take the initiative, but instead went to the side and dodged a punch from the front. His right hand formed a palm, and directly drew a circle from the side and hit the strongman's armpit ribs.

Bang, bang!

"Ao!"

The strongman was in pain and covered his side ribs with one hand and quickly retreated.

Wu Yun shook his head.

"It's a pity that I don't have a trace of internal energy at all now. It's just that this move that the muscles burst out, and I only have movements. Otherwise, I would have such an ant-like little character, and I would have a random qi that would blow him into a meat paste."

Huang Shuo was shocked when he saw it.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? Kanglong regrets it! How did Old Wu learn this move? Don't he practice Thousand-Handed Divine Fist at night?"

The audience on the audience continued to cheer and applaud when they saw the foreign strongman being defeated.

Ao!!!

The strongman roared like a beast, and the pain in the ribs under his right armpit stimulated his ferociousness and rushed towards Wu Yun. His footsteps trampled, and the entire ring felt shaking.

He kicked Wu Yun, but was avoided again. And while Wu Yun dodged, he also raised his kick and kicked the opponent's knee accurately with his toes.

ah!

The strongman screamed and fell to the ground with one knee. Wu Yun turned his foot, walked around behind him, jumped directly, and slapped down with his right hand while slapped down with his right hand.

A simple version of "Flying Dragon in the Sky" hit his heavenly spirit cover.

Bang!
Chapter completed!