My senior sister is the leader of martial arts

"Miyamoto-kun, according to the judgment of Huaxia, after the bamboo heart was stolen, it should have been transferred here." Under the big hotel, a car stopped slowly, and the two people who got out of the car looked stern. Gloomy, speaking Japanese language.

The mustache known as Miyamoto-kun is wearing Japanese bushido clothing, with a small braid behind his hair, and his expression is full of vicissitudes.

"I said earlier that these Chinese pigs with their heads and tails exposed are all waste." Miyamoto-kun's eyes gleamed with gloom, and he looked up at the hotel hidden under the night, "All arrangements should be made from the very beginning. The masters of the country are sticking to the heart of bamboo, those Chinese pigs are afraid of this and that, lest they attract the attention of the Chinese rivers and lakes, and now they are all right, things have been taken away!"

Miyamoto's anger was directly conveyed, and the words were full of sarcasm and contempt for the Chinese people, without concealing it.

The people who parked around were all Chinese.

In an instant, several men put the car away, ignored it, and surrounded Miyamoto: "What the hell are you talking about?! Zaidu scolded us Huaxia people, you Sabi are tired of working?"

"Arrogant Japanese, you are itchy!"

"Hehe, looking at his face, it's not a good thing. Could it be that he committed a crime in Japan and fled to Yudu, where you can beat him up and call the police? Check, this kid went straight to jail!"

As passionate men, they rolled up their sleeves and stared at Miyamoto angrily.

The gentlemanly Chinese man in a suit stood up, suppressed the anger of the others, and said, "Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. Although I really want to fuck this idiot Japanese, it might be a little serious if it gets bigger. .”

"Let's do this." The gentle man said to Miyamoto very seriously, "You insulted us Huaxia just now, and now we ask you to apologize to Huaxia. As long as you apologize, we will not pursue it!"

The surrounding Huaxia people also nodded one after another, controlling their anger.

"My buddy is right, let him apologize, this matter is over, and next time, just do it directly!"

"This shit, not only do you have to apologize, but you also have to bow!"

"It's really cheap for him. If it weren't for our Chinese state of etiquette, the brothers would have done it a long time ago! You dare to scold him like that in public, and you don't know how many bad things you have said in private!"

All eyes fell on Miyamoto at once, waiting for him to apologize.

Miyamoto looked around at the people around mockingly, he was so arrogant that he didn't even bother to express his attitude, he just sneered and walked straight forward, completely ignoring the group of Huaxia pigs in his eyes.

His reaction made the surrounding Huaxia people explode in anger.

The gentle man who was the leader who controlled everyone's emotions just now couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped forward and immediately stood in front of Miyamoto, preventing Miyamoto from leaving.

"Japanese, our patience is limited." The gentle man gritted his teeth and stared at Miyamoto, pointing at him and said loudly, "If you don't apologize, as Chinese men, we have to bear the responsibility of the lawsuit. Put your bastard on the ground first!"

Being blocked, Miyamoto frowned, raised his head, looked around at the people around him, shook his head suddenly, and said: "Huaxia pig, you are not worthy to talk to me."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he directly pushed the gentle man in front of him.

A group of Chinese men finally couldn't control their temper, they rushed up and slammed their fists at the arrogant Miyamoto.

"Fuck him!"

"Grass, the little Japanese dare to be so arrogant in our Chinese territory!"

"I'm going all out today, even if I go to jail, I'll let you know how badass it is!"

Fists and feet are like the wind.

Seeing that their fists and feet were about to hit this arrogant Japanese, the angry men suddenly flashed a touch of relief in their eyes.

"Stupid!" Miyamoto snorted coldly and smiled sarcastically, but he didn't see any movement, the strange energy on his body shook, and immediately knocked away several big men who came up to fight.

puff!
Several Huaxia men crashed directly into the car, with fractured bones and blood spitting blood, all of them were seriously injured.

"A group of useless Huaxia pigs." Miyamoto said contemptuously, and walked towards the hotel swaggeringly, "If it weren't for the group of Huaxia pigs who hide their heads and show their tails for fear of causing trouble, I would kill you all!"

"The weak ones are all like bugs, and dare to provoke me."

"What if I insult Huaxia?! Huaxia is a piece of shit in front of my country!"

The Huaxia men were so angry that they clenched their fists and their teeth were about to be crushed, but they couldn't even stand up and make a move.

"Hey, Miyamoto-kun, why bother to be angry with them." Another Japanese complacently followed, and when he passed by the gentle man, he even spat, "Huaxia is shit, so what if I say it? Are you coming to bite me?"

"Huaxia people are all pigs and dogs, just like you. If you are insulted in front of your face, you can't fight back!"

All the Huaxia men's faces flushed red with anger, and the veins on their foreheads popped up.

Trembling all over.

Some people stood up and wanted to beat them.

It's a pity that halfway up, they fell back after being seriously injured.

"Miyamoto-kun, I received news that someone saw a vision of thousands of horses and horses appearing above the hotel just now. It is likely that someone has broken through to the level of the sword god." The Japanese boy who followed behind was a little awed Glancing at the towering hotel, he said to Miyamoto in a low voice, "Let's go back first? In case the person who broke through to the Sword God is still in the hotel, once we offend them, we..."

He wants to say that we can't eat and walk around.

But considering Miyamoto's bad temper, he still shut up.

"Hahahaha." Miyamoto smiled arrogantly, held the samurai sword in his hand, and a cold look flashed in his eyes, "The sword god of Huaxia is called the master by them, right?!"

"It's really ridiculous! A country of sick men in East Asia also claims to have sword god-level figures. Today, I will kill their so-called masters who can be compared with our Japanese sword gods!"

"Let the whole world see that their so-called martial arts in China are all copied from our Japanese country. No matter what the master or genius is, they are all trash! They are vulnerable to our Japanese martial arts!"

The Japanese boy was immediately infected by his confidence, and couldn't help pointing to the group of seriously injured Chinese men, and said, "What Miyamoto-san said is that this group of Chinese pigs just now proved what is waste, their men are like this, Their martial arts must be the same!"

Miyamoto stood at the gate with a serious expression, and shouted: "The Huaxia pig who took the bamboo heart, roll down and die!!!"

The sound was deafening, like thunder, which made the hotel tremble.

Click click.

With the roar of the sound, countless glass windows of the hotel were shattered, and pieces of glass all over the sky fell down.

Those nearby screamed and ran away.

There are also countless people inside and outside the hotel, looking at the arrogant and arrogant Miyamoto, trembling all over.

The figures of the Japanese people like the descending of demon gods deeply frightened every ordinary Chinese.

Including the Chinese men who just started, they also showed despair.

There was no response from the hotel, except for the panicked tenants who looked over, Miyamoto didn't see any martial arts masters.

"The Huaxia pig who stole the heart of bamboo, if you still dare not come out like a mouse, don't blame me, just go all the way up!" Miyamoto spoke again, mockingly.

The voice was like rolling thunder, and the ironic countless Chinese people were angry.

And this time.

From a room tens of floors above, a cold and pleasant female voice came: "Noisy!"

It was Yin Xuezhu.

follow closely.

Many ordinary people inside and outside the hotel saw a down feather falling from the window of the room on dozens of floors, which seemed to have escaped from the quilt.

It floated and wobbled in the air, but it was so weird that everyone noticed its existence.

The wind will not go away.

"Hmph, Huaxia Zhu's self-appointed master, his strength is not enough, and he speaks quite a lot!" Miyamoto sneered, his voice rolling like thunder, "I am Miyamoto, a half-step sword god of the Japanese Beichen Yidao style, Huaxia Pig, how dare you! Come down and fight me?!"

When the voice fell.

The fluttering feathers had already landed in front of him.

Miyamoto sneered and reached out to brush it away.

however……

The down feathers passed through his hands without any hindrance...

His hand was instantly broken into two pieces.