[Have you been teasing for a long time? Are you all dead? Do I want you to eat for nothing?] The old gentleman's face suddenly darkened.

Abao lowered his head in fear and said: "Boss, these people are all members of the Baqi Society. The big man just injured two of our brothers and asked for compensation for the damage. They are not interested at all and want to get out."

I'm afraid I can only use guns, and the newly appointed director of the Dongjing City Police Department has been targeting us recently, so...] He saw the old gentleman's expression was as cold as ice, and he hurriedly raised his right hand and whispered secretly in his ear.

made a gesture.

Just when a gentle man with glasses sitting in front of a slot machine in the distance smiled and put his hand into his arms and was about to take action, something unusual happened.

A young figure gently put a hand on the back of the burly man's head. The R-countryman excitedly hit his elbow backwards, but did not hit anything except the air. Then his head came with

The entire upper body was lifted up by a strong force like a nightmare, and then was pressed down hard.

[boom--]

There was a loud noise, and a human-shaped hole suddenly appeared on the solid and beautiful dark green gaming table.

[Okay, boss, you did a great job, you should give these little R countries some color.] The person who spoke was Xu Xiangqian, and the person who took action was naturally Yang Aiqian, whom he called the boss.

However, Yang Aiqian did not answer Xu Xiangqian's words. Instead, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket with an expressionless face, wiped his hands and threw it on the ground. Then he hooked a chair and stepped on it with his feet.

, looking at the R countryman who was knocked unconscious on the ground and said slowly: [We Chinese people have a saying that you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately! You can curse people, but you can't curse Chinese people.]

After seeing the dissatisfaction of the R people, Yang Aiqian sneered proudly: [What, you are not convinced? If you are not convinced, just stand up.]

[Baga, you are looking for death!] The R-countryman roared and stood up, then attacked again.

But before he could get closer, Yang Aiqian's beautiful high-pressure leg hit him directly on the shoulder. The huge force was like a thousand pounds, and it almost crushed the R man's shoulder, and his legs could not support him for a while.

, softened, fell to his knees on the ground, and then made a dark sound.

Yang Aiqian said coldly: [Now do you know how to kneel down? You people from R country are just cheap people. If I don’t beat you, you won’t be able to do it.]

Several big men from Country R who were following this burly man were moved when they saw how arrogant the other man was, and they wanted to surround Yang Ai and teach Yang Ai a lesson.

Yang Aiqian raised the corners of his mouth, waved his fingers in front of his eyes, and said: [Yours, no.]

[Baga! What are you talking about?] Several big men from Country R took action at the same time.

Next to him, Abao was about to signal his brothers to help, but the old man stopped him and said: [Let’s take a look first, this young man is quite interesting.]

Looking at the current situation, one on three, the young Yang Aiqian's seemingly immature body was like a tiger descending from the mountain, dodging the three people's attacks, and his left foot also instantly stepped forward into a left lunge.

, the body bent downward in an instant, and the index finger, middle finger, and thumb of his left hand instantly opened up, forming the shape of an eagle's claw, and grabbed the arm of one of them at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, his left hand grabbed

It was on the man's arm, and then the three fingers suddenly gathered together with force. There was only a clear click sound, and the big man from country R had already lowered his arm, unable to exert any strength.

These three people from Country R are all ordinary people with very limited strength and almost no strength. Facing an entry-level existence like Yang Aiqian, they would have died long ago if he hadn't made a measured move.

At the age of only seventeen, Yang Aiqian possesses almost terrifying power. The root of this is the Hunyuan Divine Art and the ancient Buddhist scripture "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra". The Hunyuan Divine Art is naturally mysterious and unparalleled, but the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra also has indescribable magical power.

During these days of chanting, he not only gained the mysterious power of Buddhism, but his own body was also greatly refined.

The Hunyuan Holy Body was originally a terrifying physique. Under the refinement of the Supreme Scriptures of Ancient Buddhism, it became almost abnormal. Such a body was even more powerful than his own strength.

While refining his body, Yang Aiqian also conducted in-depth research on the human body. He is familiar with various parts of the human body, joints, acupuncture points, etc. Now he is very familiar with the connection of the bones of the human body. Just now

Therefore, grabbing the opponent's arm is also because the arm is a contact point of the skeleton, so the opponent's two arms can be instantly removed with minimal effort, making the opponent lose their fighting ability.

When one person has his arm removed, there are two. After the first person's arm is removed, the second person and the third person follow. These actions are almost completed in an instant, including turning, bending the elbow, bending, and removing the arm.

Bones, in one go, coherent and powerful, the three of them haven't even understood yet

When Bai came here, his arms had been removed, and he was lying on the ground like a gourd, howling incessantly.

[Baga! You...you...who are you?] The burly man asked in shock.

Yang Aiqian raised the corner of his mouth and said loudly: "It's easy to say...I am Chinese." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard only two crisp applause.

[Baga! What a... what a... Chinese. I, Taro Izawa, would like to ask you for advice.] As he spoke, a tall man who looked like a Buddhist King Kong pushed aside the crowd and appeared in front of Yang Aiqian.

After leaving in search of the sound, Yang Aiqian saw that the other party was wearing a large R-country kimono, wearing wooden clogs, with a shiny bald head and sparse yellow hair on his face. From a distance, he looked like a degenerated gorilla, with a hideous face.

pole.

[Don’t take it seriously when asking for advice. It’s okay for everyone to learn from each other.] Yang Aiqian said this, but his eyes narrowed because he observed the other party more carefully. One look at the other party’s aura and knew that the other party was by no means an ordinary person.

, should be the so-called warriors of Country R.

[Okay, there are not many people who are brave enough to say this in front of me, Taro Izawa.] This country R gorilla smiled coldly, and then he put the clogs he was wearing on his feet smoothly and gracefully.

Place them neatly on the ground, then put your palms together and slap them together, as if you are worshiping a certain great god from country R.

[Taro Izawa! You are the best, you are the hero of our Yaqi Society, hurry up and defeat this hateful Chinese pig.] Seeing this scene, those people from R country all roared enthusiastically.

You must know that Taro Izawa is a famous Japanese boxer in the Yakikai. Now someone actually dares to accept his challenge, and he is still a minor. This is obviously because he is tired of living and is looking for death. For these young people who have high expectations,

For Chinese people, Taro Izawa has already become an undefeated legend among the Yakikai. For an outsider or a Hong Konger to dare to challenge his authority is like the Buddha shaving his head and deliberately looking for trouble.

At the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage, Yang Aiqian saw through Taro Izawa's strength at a glance.

Amid the wild shouts of the people of R country, Taro Izawa turned around, smiled ferociously at Yang Aiqian and said: [You don't seem to be from Huaxia City. You won't even have a coffin if you die here.]

Yang Aiqian replied coldly: [Don't worry about this, we Chinese blood is thicker than water, so as long as there are Chinese people, no one will look at me without even a coffin.] Then he turned to face the other people in the hall.

The Chinese people said loudly: [Do you think so?]

One sentence set off a thousand waves!

[Yes! We support you! Wherever there are Chinese people, they will help each other.] All the Chinese people in the audience were excited.

The old gentleman watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It's been a long time since I've seen the Chinese people so united."

[Hmph! No need to say so much, let me use my fists to teach you, this ignorant boy, today.] Izawa Taro roared, and in his roar he seemed to be very unhappy with the Chinese people's actions.

Those people from country R also started to clamor, saying: [Jun Izawa, cripple that Chinese boy, let him know what is the power of country R, ​​defeat him!]

[Come on, teach that guy a lesson, kick his head off, and let him know how powerful you are!]

[Long live Country R! Long live the Emperor! Defeat him!]

Waves of shouting resounded in the hall, and one R countryman even pulled off his tie, broke the buttons of his shirt, shouted at the top of his lungs, and waved his fist, showing the disgusting appearance of the evil people of a small country.

Like, after Taro Izawa roared a few times like a gorilla, he glanced proudly at Yang Aiqian opposite him, and then stood in the middle of the field. Looking at this moment, Yang Aiqian had a smile on his lips, reached out to unbutton his shirt, and then

Slowly take off your shirt.
Chapter completed!