"You must teach this bastard a lesson for me."

Xiang Fei pointed at Li Taijun on the stage and said coldly.

Chu Feng's eyes swept towards Li Taijun on the stage.

"It seems that there is no one anymore?"

"Aren't your Chinese country the best in martial arts world?"

"Why are the younger generation so trash?"

Li Taijun stood on the stage, continued to clamor, and directly insulted China.

When everyone present was very angry when they heard Li Taijun's words.

But they had no choice.

Although many people present could defeat Li Taijun.

But they are all older generations, so they naturally cannot take action.

Once you take action, you will lose face in China.

They can only pray for a younger generation of masters to slap Li Taijun in the face.

"Bangzi, I dare to clamor in my country, and see if I don't teach you a lesson!!!"

At this time, a cold shout suddenly sounded.

A big knife similar to Guan Gong's sword shot towards Li Taijun.

Li Taijun's eyes immediately froze, kicked it out, and kicked the knife.

At this time, a figure jumped onto the stage.

A big knife holding the long hilt.

This figure is a strong young man with dark skin.

His eyes were shining and he was wearing a black shirt.

The young man holding a big knife, but he felt like Guan Gong was in the world and was majestic.

"Guan Xiaoyu, this guy has also come to join in the fun!!!"

Xiang Fei said as he looked at the dark-skinned young man on the stage.

"Is this guy Guan Xiaoyu? Why is his face getting darker and darker?"

"I almost didn't recognize it after going to Africa."
Chapter completed!