The first rich son-in-law

All the disciples had dull expressions on their faces.

Especially Zhao Changzhi, who was already dumbfounded, looked at the tall and straight figure in the field in disbelief.

"You, are you a martial arts master?"

A trembling voice came out of Zhao Changzhi's throat.

Because he wasn't sure if his judgment was true.

If it is not true, how to explain what you have just seen?
After all, the strength of Jiro Yamamoto is obvious to all. If it is not a martial arts master, who can do it, knock him into the air so easily?
And if true.

How old is this kid?

Such a young martial arts master is really...

At this moment, even the alcoholic's face couldn't help being a little moved.

Originally, he already thought that he highly underestimated this young man, but unexpectedly he still underestimated him!

A martial arts master in his 20s is simply unheard of!

Even at this age, he was far inferior.

Cough!

On the other side, Jiro Yamamoto struggled to get up from the ground, looking at Jiang Beichen with some surprise in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that Huaguo still has such a terrifying evildoer like you!"

After a brief absence, he had recovered his calm, but his arrogance and domineering appearance was no longer visible.

If it is true that a mountain is higher than a mountain, it seems that he underestimated the martial arts world in Huaguo.

Jiang Beichen walked towards him slowly, staring fiercely at him.

"Do you remember what you said just now?"

"Kneel down and apologize immediately!"

"Slap yourself!"

Dare to say that Chinese people are sick men?

It's simply unreasonable. If you don't give some color to see today, it really is more than 100 years ago?
"Let me kneel down and apologize?" Yamamoto Jiro sneered disdainfully.

"Don't even think about it!"

"What kind of identity am I from Dongying?"

"Why do you need to kneel down for you Huaguo people! You are such an inferior nation, it is absolutely impossible for me to bow my head!"

He, Jiro Yamamoto, knelt down and knelt down to the gods, but he couldn't kneel down to the Chinese!
As a Japanese samurai, you must respect the spirit of the samurai and never bow your head!
"Don't kneel?"

Jiang Beichen sneered, and took a step forward slowly. Jiro Yamamoto thumped and knelt firmly on the ground.

"You, you dare to force me?" Yamamoto raised his head and gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Beichen viciously, his face full of unwillingness.

boom!
The huge pressure directly bent his spine, and he could only crawl on the ground like a dog.

Click!

After a crisp sound, the two arms were pulled together like noodles in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, both arms are useless, and I'm afraid I will never be able to practice boxing again!

"If you don't apologize, you will lose your life. You choose!" Jiang Beichen sneered.

"I, I apologize!"

In the face of death, no one can not be afraid, and finally Jiro Yamamoto gave up.

"Yes, sorry, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't say that Chinese people are sick men!"

"I am the sick man, and we Japanese are the sick man!" Jiro Yamamoto shouted tremblingly.Being stared at by this young man is like being stared at by a god of death, it is really too scary!
Zhao Changzhi and others on the side all had expressions of excitement.

If it weren't for Jiang Beichen, letting this Yamamoto Jiro leave today, they would have become a big joke under the disciples of the drunkards.

Jiang Beichen was really angry for them.

Who said there is no one in China?
A young master in his 20s, do you have any in Japan?

Dare to compete with the giant dragon in such a small place, it is simply beyond what it can do!

"Okay, get out!"

"Go back and tell your master that we Huaguo will win the martial arts competition tomorrow!" Jiang Beichen said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible pressure had already released from Jiro Yamamoto.

Jiro Yamamoto seemed to be pardoned, and then he raised his limp arms and ran towards the outside in a state of embarrassment.

And when he came outside, he stared at the gate of the villa viciously, gnashing his teeth: "You wait, tomorrow I will definitely let my master kill you all!"

"I didn't expect it, Xiaoyou is really a heroic boy!"

But at this time in the yard, the alcoholic walked over with clear eyes, his tone was no longer as arrogant as before, it was completely the tone of his peers.

After all, in the journey of martial arts, those who have mastered it first, and the opponent is now a master of martial arts, so he should be regarded as a peer.

What's more, the future of this son is unpredictable, so he doesn't want to easily turn against each other again.

A powerful friend is far more cost-effective than a powerful enemy!

"Don't ask me for exercises anymore?" Jiang Beichen joked.

The alcoholic looked a little embarrassed, and quickly waved his hands, "The old man was rude before, I hope you don't mind!"

The hero smiles away his grievances.

It wasn't a life-and-death enmity in the first place, so there's no need to be too serious.

"It's just that you have to be careful in tomorrow's martial arts competition!" Jiang Beichen said suddenly.

"Judging from the current situation, you don't seem to be the opponent of Takelong Kato!"

Hearing this, the drinker froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

"Little friend, are you looking down on me?"

He is one of the top ten masters in the Hualong list, and one of the ten most powerful people in the entire Hua Kingdom.

It's not a fight yet, and this kid actually said that he is not an opponent?

The alcoholic suddenly feels slighted.

"I'm just telling the truth!" Jiang Beichen said lightly.

"Your boxing style uses softness to overcome rigidity, but softness is the main focus, with strength attached, while the opponent's boxing technique is based on rigidity, superimposed with strength, and goes forward indomitably, just to restrain your drunken fist!"

"That's why I said you will definitely lose!" Jiang Beichen said with a confident face.

When the drunkard heard this, he suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, what the other party said was not unreasonable.

Before Jiro Yamamoto made his last punch, he felt it. After the power was superimposed, it was really terrifying.

If it was replaced by the true essence of a martial arts master, the power would be even more unimaginable!
"Senior Jiang, what you said is alarmist, right?"

"Our master is a master of the Hualong list! He has never failed in his life!"

"You can't build up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige!" Zhao Changzhi said a little dissatisfied, but now the address has changed, and his face is not as arrogant as before.

The other disciples also agreed one after another, not believing that their master would lose.

The drunkard waved his hand suddenly, stopping all the disciples.

"Little friend Jiang, why don't we make a bet?" The drunk suddenly laughed, with a confident expression on his face.

He didn't believe that he would lose!
Anyway, he is the leader of Beiquan lineage!

Moreover, he didn't use his full strength for the punch just now, he still has his housekeeping skills, so how could he easily admit defeat.

"You want to get an idea of ​​my exercises again?" Jiang Beichen's mouth was slightly raised, and he could see the other party's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't care.

"Okay, tell me!"

The drunkard nodded, "Well, if I win this Kato Takelong tomorrow, you can teach me that set of exercises. If I lose, I will worship you as my teacher. From now on, I will be your drunkard for you to drive away." Sergeant, follow your lead!"

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples were moved.

I didn't expect Master to make such a bet!

If they lost, wouldn't this kid become their teacher?
"I said you old man is too cunning, right?" Jiang Beichen said with a speechless expression.

"Whether you win or lose, you don't seem to lose money!"

This old man is such a thief!
If you win, you can naturally get the exercises from yourself, and if you lose, you can worship yourself as a teacher, and as a master, you will naturally pass on the exercises to others.

In order to obtain the exercises, this old guy really did everything he could!

"Tomorrow I will go to watch the match, it depends on your performance, if your aptitude is too poor, I will not accept it!"

After Jiang Beichen said this, he shook his head in disgust, and then strode outside.

Zhao Changzhi and the others exploded in popularity.

What is this called?Do you think their master's aptitude is too poor?

Besides, how did you know that our master would definitely lose!

"Master, you..." Zhao Changzhi looked over worriedly.

"rest assured!"

"As a teacher, you will never lose!" The alcoholic said confidently.

As an extremely strong person, he is naturally invincible in his heart!

Even though this Fist of Flowing Water and Rock Breaking was a little weird, he was confident enough to handle it.