The first rich son-in-law

An hour later, Jiang Beichen came to a place dozens of kilometers away from the Acropolis, surrounded by mountains.

At this moment, the surrounding hilltops are already full of people.

There are no less than a thousand people densely packed!

And these people are not ordinary people, they are all martial arts practitioners with serious faces and strong breaths.

There are even a few breaths that are particularly majestic, and the whole person stands there, like a mountain, which makes people daunting.

"A dozen martial arts masters?" Seeing this posture, Jiang Beichen couldn't help frowning.

I didn't expect that a martial arts competition could attract so many strong people. The appeal of this alcoholic is really not simple.

No wonder though.

After all, the alcoholic Hualong list is in the top ten.

And he is also the leader of the Beiquan faction!

Most of the people present today are the headmasters and sect masters of the Beiquan faction.

Of course they came to cheer on the alcoholics.

After all, winning or losing this battle is related to the face of Beiquan as a whole.

If the drunkard loses, the Northern Fist faction will lose its reputation.Not only can he not hold his head up in front of the Japanese people, but he will even be looked down upon by other boxing schools in the country.

Especially the people from Nanquan, who looked down on Beiquan very much, and even publicly provoked them many times. If they lose this time, then the Beiquan faction will really have no respect at all.

But at this moment, rumbling sounds could be heard from time to time in the open space of the valley.

It turned out that someone had already started fighting!
boom!
Just as Jiang Beichen came close, he saw a burly figure slam into the nearby mountain wall like a cannonball, and the whole mountain shook violently.

And the burly figure embedded in the mountain wall is an old man with gray hair.At this moment, the old man's mouth was bleeding profusely, his head had already drooped, and he gradually lost his vitality.

"Master Xu!"

"The villain of the Japanese country actually killed Master Xu?"

From time to time, there were mournful roars from the top of the mountain.

They even fell to their knees in the south, obviously the disciples of the old man, and they all burst into tears.

This is an old man of the Beiquan lineage, the grandmaster of Baguaquan, and can be said to be the mainstay of the martial arts world, and he was strangled like this!
Everyone glared at the figure in the clearing.

Standing in the open space is a middle-aged man, about 50 years old, with short gray and white hair, looks very capable, his eyes are like hooks, very sharp, and on his chin, there is a Japanese mustache. .

"The martial arts competition has always been a destiny for each of us!"

The middle-aged man pulled his wooden clogs around in the open space and shouted with disdain: "You Hua people are so cowardly, you can't even see through life and death, and you talk about yourself as a big country, and you have no martial arts spirit!" No! No spine!"

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous! How dare you say that I have no backbone?"

"Our country of Hua has always valued peace, and the deal is nothing more than a discussion. You are the one who insists on killing!"

"You are disrespecting life!"

Everyone yelled loudly, unable to agree with what the other party said. It was obvious that the other party was cruel, but they still made excuses!

"Ha ha!"

Not to be outdone, the middle-aged man sneered, "You are all thinking of the weak! Martial arts are used to kill people! Either you die or I live. Will others give you your life on the battlefield? Cowards! A bunch of cowards!"

"You are presumptuous!"

"You are a coward!"

"Who's going to meet him?"

"I come!"

After a while, a tall old man suddenly stood out from the crowd.

"Master Hu!"

"The head of the Snake Fist School?"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, the Snake Fist faction is well-known in the Northern Fist lineage, and this Grandmaster Hu is definitely ranked among the top three among the grandmasters present!
"Master Hu, you must hang and beat this Japanese beast!"

"Avenge Master Xu!"

Everyone cheered the old man up.

While speaking, Grandmaster Hu jumped down from the top of the mountain, like a roc bird, with a knife and ax in his hand, he directly slashed down on the man in the field!

"Little Doyle!"

boom!
The middle-aged man sneered, and punched the old man directly.

Bang bang bang!
The two took two steps back each, and then quickly entangled each other. You came and I went through more than 20 moves.

"Snake fist?"

"It's nothing more than that!"

Apparently the middle-aged man was just probing before, but after understanding the old man's tricks, a trace of disdain appeared on his face, and he turned back to attack!

Do Do Do Do Do!

The sound of explosions could be heard continuously in the air. The middle-aged man only used four punches, and the last punch was even more tricky than the old man's snake fist. It bypassed the old man's defense and hit the old man's chest directly.

boom!
The old man's chest exploded suddenly, and he spit out blood instantly and flew backwards, hitting another mountain wall motionless.

The whole place was dead silent.

The sound of cheering just now was still in my ears, but after only a moment, the Snake Fist Grandmaster was already cold.

For a while, everyone couldn't accept it.Can't believe this is real.

"Your Hua Guo Beiquan school is nothing more than that in my opinion!"

"It's all routines, ostentatious, and has no practical value at all. It's just a waste of fame!"

Kato Takelong was proud of killing two martial arts masters when he came up, and his words were naturally extremely arrogant.

At this moment, he stared proudly, scanning the scene coldly.

"Who else is worthy of a fight with me!"

Everyone gritted their teeth with angry expressions on their faces, but no one dared to stand up for a while.

After all, two martial arts masters have been killed one after another, and even the remaining martial arts masters may have to weigh it carefully.

"Master, he is here!"

And at this moment, in the corner of the valley, a young man dressed as a ronin who was kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up, shouted coldly, and fixed his eyes on the direction of a mountain.

This person is naturally Jiro Yamamoto, whose arms were crippled by Jiang Beichen yesterday.

Both of his arms were in plaster casts, and at the moment he could only express his anger with his eyes.

Kato Takelong frowned, but slowly looked over.

"Boy, was it you who broke my apprentice's arm?" Kato Takelong said coldly, an invisible murderous aura spewed out all around, and a strong wind suddenly blew across the lawn, like a lawn mower, and the grass leaves were flying.

"I ruined it!" Jiang Beichen looked calm, as indifferent as water.

Whoa!
The scene boiled instantly.

"This young man actually crippled the arm of apprentice Takelong Kato?"

"Young man, the younger generation is awesome!"

"Nice job!"

Everyone was amazed at once, no matter how you say it, being able to cripple the arm of Kato Takelong's apprentice is just elation, at least it won a round on the young man's side.

"Boy, how dare you hurt my apprentice, then you will have no way out today, come down and die soon!" Kato Takelong snorted coldly, his eyes were sharp and terrifying.

He is just a disciple of Jiro Yamamoto, and he has spent all his efforts to teach him everything. How can he not be angry now that someone has ruined him!
"Stop bullying the small with the big!"

"The old man is here too!"

And just when Jiang Beichen was about to leave, an old man with gray hair and wearing a white jacket suddenly came to the top of the mountain, and next to the old man was a pretty woman in her 30s, who was admiringly He looked at him.

"Grandmaster Yang is here!"

"The Tai Chi lineage has finally arrived!"

"Don't be afraid now!"

Everyone exclaimed and shouted excitedly.

Here comes Yang Zongbao, the head of the Tai Chi lineage!
You know, this Yang Zongbao is a master of the Hualong list, and he has never been defeated when he was young. Some people even say that Master Yang doesn't care about fame and wealth, otherwise, he would have squeezed into the top ten of the Hualong list.

Seeing the arrival of this tripod-carrying figure at this moment, everyone's hearts were rekindled with hope.

"Young man, yes! yes! courage!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"The old man will make the decision for you today. No one will hurt your hair!" Yang Zongbao gave Jiang Beichen an appreciative look.

"Just wait, after the old man kills the bandit, I will crown you face to face and accept you as a closed disciple!" Yang Zongbao said suddenly, making it clear that he wanted to support Jiang Beichen.

"What, Grandmaster Yang wants to accept this young man as a closed disciple?"

Everyone was shocked, and they all looked envious. You know, Grandmaster Yang doesn't accept disciples easily, except for the female disciple beside him, the rest are just registered disciples!

"Boy, you've had great luck, why don't you kneel down and thank Master!" The pretty woman next to her quickly reminded her.

However, Jiang Beichen frowned.

"Forget it, you better not go, you are not the opponent of the Japanese!"

On the contrary, Jiang Beichen persuaded Yang Zongbao in the tone of a senior.

After hearing this, everyone was stunned.