Dragon Son-In-Law God Of War

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

At this moment, the hills are full of people.

There are no less than a thousand people! And these people are not ordinary people, they are all serious-faced and strong-spirited martial artists.

There are even a few breaths that are extraordinarily vigorous, and when the whole person stops, it is like a mountain, which is 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 drinker is really not simple.

But no wonder.

After all, the top ten drinkers Hualong list.

And also the leader of the Beiquan school! Most of the people present today are the masters and masters of the Beiquan school.

They naturally came to cheer on the alcoholics.

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

If the alcoholic loses, then the Beiquan faction will lose its reputation.

Not only can he not look up in front of the Japanese people, but he will even be looked down upon by other fighters in the country.

Especially the people of Nanquan, who looked down on Beiquan, and even provoke publicly many times. If they lose this time, then the Beiquan faction will really be gone.

At this moment, in the open space of the valley, there was a rumbling sound from time to time.

Someone has already started fighting! boom! Jiang Beichen just came to the front, and saw a burly figure like a cannonball, slammed into the nearby mountain wall, and the whole mountain shook violently.

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, his head was also hanging down, and he gradually lost his vitality.

"Master Xu!"

"The evil obstacles of the Japanese nation are actually killing Grandmaster Xu?"

From time to time there was a sad roar on the top of the mountain.

He even fell to his knees in the south, apparently a disciple of the old man, and all started crying.

This is an older figure in the line of Beiquan, the master of Baguaquan, and it can be said that he is the mainstay of the martial arts world. Everyone glared at the figure in the clearing.

Standing on the clearing ground is a middle-aged man who is about fifty years old. He has short gray and white hair and looks particularly capable. His eyes are like hooks, which are extremely sharp. On the chin, there are characters with Japanese characteristics. Hu.

"Competitions have always been the fate of everyone!"

The middle-aged man dragged his clogs around in the open space, and shouted with disdain: "How can you Chinese be so cowardly? No! No backbone!"

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous! How dare you say that my generation has no backbone?"

"Our country in China has always regarded peace as the most important thing, but it is only good to talk about it. It is you who want to kill!"

"You have no respect for life!"

Everyone yelled and couldn't agree with what the other party said. It was obviously that the other party was cruel, and they even made excuses! "Ha ha!"

The middle-aged man sneered unwillingly to show weakness, "You are the thinking of the weak! Martial arts are used to kill people! Either you die or I live, so on the battlefield, others will give you a living?

coward! A bunch of cowards! "

"You presumptuous!"

"You are a coward!"

"Who will meet him?"

"I come!"

In a moment, a tall old man suddenly stood out from the crowd.

"Master Hu!"

"The head of the Snake Fist School?"

Everyone talked a lot, the Snake Boxing School was well-known in the Beiquan line, and this Grandmaster Hu could definitely rank in the top three in strength among the masters present! "Master Hu, you must hang this Japanese beast!"

"Avenge Zongshi Xu!"

Everyone cheered on the old man.

While talking, Zongshi Hu had already jumped down from the top of the mountain, like a big Peng bird, with a sword and axe in his hand, directly smashing down at the man in the field! "Little Doyle!"

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

Bang bang bang! The two of them took two steps back, and quickly entangled each other. I have had more than 20 strokes.

"Snake Fist?"

"It's just that!"

Obviously, the middle-aged man was only testing before, after understanding the old man's routine, his face showed a trace of disdain, and he turned to attack! Dodododo! The sound of explosions continued to be heard in the air. The middle-aged man only used four punches, and the last punch was even tougher than the old man's snake punch. It even spared the old man's defense and hit the old man's chest directly.

boom! The old man's chest suddenly exploded, and the whole person instantly vomited blood and flew out, hitting another mountain wall motionless.

The audience was silent.

The sound of cheering just now was still in my ears, but after a while, Master Snake Fist was already cold.

For a while, everyone was a little unacceptable.

Can't believe this is true.

"You are the North China Fist, I think it's nothing more than that!"

"It's all routines, ostentatious, without any practical value, it's simply a vain name!"

When he came up, he killed the two martial arts masters, and when Kato was proud, he was naturally very arrogant.

He stared proudly at this moment, scanning the spot coldly.

"Who else can fight me!"

Everyone was angry and gritted their teeth, but no one dared to stand up for a while.

After all, two martial arts masters have been linked up one after another, even if the remaining martial arts masters, I am afraid they have to weigh them.

"Master, here he is!"

At this moment, in the corner of the valley, a young man dressed as a ronin, kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up, roared coldly, staring at the direction of a mountain.

This person is naturally Yamamoto Jiro who was abolished by Jiang Beichen yesterday.

He has both arms in a cast, and at the moment he can only express his anger with his eyes.

Kato Taketaka frowned, then slowly looked over.

"Boy, you scrapped my apprentice's arm?"

Kato Taketaka said coldly, an invisible murderous intent spitting around, suddenly a strong wind blew across the lawn, like a lawn mower, and the leaves of grass were flying.

"It's me!"

Jiang Beichen's face was calm, as calm as water.

Wow! The scene boiled instantly.

"This young man actually abolished the arm of Kato Taketaka's apprentice?"

"Young man, the younger generation is terrible!"

"Good job!"

Everyone immediately sighed. In any case, the arm of Kato Taketaka's apprentice could be abolished, and it was just exuberant, at least for the young man.

"Boy, dare to hurt my disciple, then you have absolutely no way to survive today, don't hurry down and die!"

Kato Taketaka gave a cold voice, his eyes sharp and terrifying.

He is just a disciple of Yamamoto Jiro, and he has spent all his hard work to teach him, and now he is let go, how can he not be angry! "Don't bully the small!"

"I'm coming too!"

And just as Jiang Beichen was about to leave the field, a gray-haired old man in a white jacket suddenly came to the top of the mountain, and beside the old man, there was a pretty and hard-dressed woman in her 30s. Looked at him with his eyes.

"Master Yang is here!"

"The Tai Chi pulse has finally arrived!"

"Don't be afraid now!"

Everyone exclaimed and shouted excitedly.

Here comes Yang Zongbao, the leader of Tai Chi! You know, this Yang Zongbao is a master of the Hualong List, and he has never failed when he was young. Some people even say that Master Yang does not value fame and fortune, otherwise he would have been in the top ten of the Hualong List.

At this moment, seeing the arrival of this great figure, everyone's hearts rekindled hope.

"Young man, good! Good! Good courage!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Today, the old man will make the decision for you. No one can hurt your hair!"

Yang Zongbao glanced at Jiang Beichen with admiration, this young man with strong eyebrows, full of energy, is also a rare seed.

"Wait, wait. After the old man kills the thief, he will give you a face-to-face gift and accept you as a closed disciple!"

Yang Zongbao suddenly said, this is to support Jiang Beichen's emergence.

"What, Master Yang actually wanted to accept this young man as a closed disciple?"

Everyone was shocked, all with envious expressions. You know, Master Yang is not easy to accept disciples, except for the female disciple beside him, the rest are just named disciples! "Boy, you are lucky, so don't hurry down on your knees, thank you Master!"

The pretty woman next to her quickly reminded her.

However, Jiang Beichen frowned.

"Forget it, you still don't go, you are not the opponent of the Japanese people!"

On the contrary, Jiang Beichen spoke to Yang Zongbao in the tone of his predecessors.

Hearing this, everyone stayed for a while.