Dragon Son-In-Law God Of War

"What kind of undercover agent is obviously a traitor!"

"Yes, I always speak for the Japanese people. What is it if it is not a traitor?"

"Maybe he himself is a Japanese!"

There was a lot of discussion, and everyone was extremely dissatisfied.

After all, Master Drunkard is the leader of the Beiquan school, and in their hearts it is a symbol of invincibility.

If the capital of Quebec was defeated, then their faith would collapse.

In the future, what face will Bei Quan still have in the martial arts?

"I'm just standing from an objective perspective, telling the truth!"

Jiang Beichen only felt a little speechless.

Isn't it true that the truth is not being told anymore?

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. What can you do if you have to try, is life more important than face?"

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but shook his head.

"Boy, don't go too far!"

Chen Yiyun gritted his teeth with anger, "You say another nonsense, believe it or not, I pulled your tongue out!"

As he spoke, his energy spit out, and an invisible coercion faintly rushed towards Jiang Beichen.

Everyone's expressions changed. This Chen Yiyun is a pneumatic master with profound skills. This kid is afraid that he will suffer! Unexpectedly, Jiang Beichen just waved his hand gently, and the surrounding coercion instantly dissipated, and immediately a greater coercion counterattacked directly from him, directly pressing on Chen Yiyun's body.

Chen Yiyun snorted and knelt on the ground, and the two sleeves pierced and tore apart in an instant, exposing large areas of white skin.

"Ah, you, are you a martial arts master?"

Chen Yiyun's expression of horror felt incredible.

This guy who looks a few years younger than her is actually a young master?

Everyone was shocked, their mouths were big, and they felt like they were dreaming.

After all, for so many years, I have never heard of anyone who stepped into the Grand Master before the age of 30, and even the legendary Junior Grand Master was a hundred years ago.

Didn't expect to encounter this era?

"It's really a hero who was born in a young age, the old man is blind-eyed!"

Yang Zongbao's heart was shocked. After all, judging from his potential, the gold content of a young master is no less than a master of the Hualong list! Even if the opponent grows up smoothly and enters the top ten of the Hualong list, it is definitely a sure thing.

However, at this moment, he waved his hand, but scattered the coercion of Jiang Beichen's master, and quickly pulled his apprentice up.

"Evian, apologize to this little friend!"

Yang Zongbao ordered.

In the martial arts world, seniority is very important. First, his apprentice disrespects other young masters, so he naturally wants his apprentice to apologize.

"Yes, sorry!"

Chen Yiyun promised, this time she was completely shocked.

Grandmaster in person, she dare to be disrespectful.

It's just a shock in my heart, beyond words.

What kind of evil is this?

Such an achievement at such an age?

Could it be that a hermit or a mysterious family came out to experience it?

"Fine, it's up to your master's face, don't care about you!"

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but shook his head. In his capacity, on this occasion, he naturally disdains and cares about a female classmate.

boom! Boom! At this moment, the contest between the alcoholic and Kato Taketaka had reached a fever pitch, and the mountains were shaking, the sky was dim, and waves of terrifying waves spread along the valley, and even the clouds in the sky gradually drifted around.

Even the clouds were broken up! This is what ordinary people can see, it is like a miracle! "The winner is determined!"

But at this moment, Jiang Beichen frowned suddenly.

"Huh!"

Hearing the drunkard shouting loudly, holding the sky with one hand, and the moon with the other, the entire palm of his hand suddenly glowed slowly, like a meteor, shocking people.

"True Essence Streamer?"

"Strengthen!"

More than a dozen martial arts masters present exclaimed.

Streaming light, this is the performance of Zhenyuan tempered to a certain level! Known as Huajin! Throughout the ages, martial arts masters who have been stuck at this level do not say 100%, but also 80 to 90%.

Unexpectedly, the drunkard had already cultivated to this point, and he deserved to be the top ten master of Hualong! "So this is your hole card?"

Jiang Beichen was slightly surprised, no wonder the alcoholic bet with him so confidently yesterday that he had already cultivated the streamer and broke into the realm of Master Huajin! "But it still doesn't work!"

Jiang Beichen sighed slightly in his heart.

Sure enough, at this moment, I saw that Kato Taketaka also moved instantly, and he also opened a weird fist with one hand to the sky and the other to the ground.

Wow! As if there was the sound of rushing water, just between the two hands, there was a wave of starting points, and a little light and shadow were faintly revealed.

"what is that?"

"waterfall?"

"My goodness!"

Everyone exclaimed.

The light of the alcoholic just now was very shocking, but he didn't expect the light and shadow of the other party to be even more incredible.

In fact, the light and shadow of Kato Taketaka is also a streamer, but obviously, it is farther than the drunkard! "Drunkard, that's it!"

Kato Taketaka sneered, and his fists struck out suddenly, like a roar of a flash flood, and a galloping horse.

What a terrible fist! The drunkard's eyes widened suddenly, and he only felt like a waterfall was pressing over his head, but at this moment he had no time to think about it, so he could only raise his fist to meet him.

Boom! ! Waves of violent fluctuations kept rippling away between the mountains, as if a sandstorm was blowing up. Under the rush of qi, everyone could only hide their faces and avoid them. Some of them had shallow skills and rolled directly from the top of the mountain.

This wave is really like a shock wave.

The whole process lasted a full two minutes before it gradually subsided.

Everyone opened their eyes.

The two people in the field are still standing opposite each other, and a hillside next to them has completely collapsed, and there is even spring water spitting out.

The two of them knocked down a mountain, and even hit a hot spring.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Is this the power of Master Huajin?

"Who has won?"

"Could it be a tie?"

There was a lot of discussion, and they couldn't help but lift their hearts.

But in the next second, the burly body of the drunkard shook suddenly, and he staggered two steps before a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Drunk man!"

The expressions of more than ten grand masters changed drastically, and they jumped down and came directly to the drunkard and surrounded them.

"I, I lost!"

At this moment, the alcoholic looked frustrated, and the whole tiger body couldn't help shaking.

He has practiced martial arts for decades and has never tasted a defeat! This time I lost, and it was a Japanese national who lost! The expressions of other masters were also extremely ugly. Even the capital of Quebec was defeated, how should their Beiquan sect behave in the arena.

"Hua Guo Martial Arts is so vulnerable!"

"The Beiquan school is even more imaginary!"

At this time, Kato Taketaka was standing proudly, full of disdain, looking lonely and seeking defeat.

"Laughter! I am a Chinese country, and there are many masters! You just won by a fluke, how dare you say so!"

Yang Zongbao couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted.

"Haha, how dare your defeated generals be?"

Kato Taketaka looked disdainful.

"If you are not convinced, you will find someone to come over!"

"Today, I can punch through your entire Beiquan vein with one hand!"

Kato Taketaka said arrogantly.

"you!"

Everyone looked ashamed and angry.

This guy is too arrogant, dare to say such arrogant words! When even a master is ready to move.

"Don't be impulsive, you are not his opponents!"

The drunkard quickly stretched out his hand to tell the masters not to be impulsive.

After all, even he was defeated, how could other masters be opponents of this Kato Taketaka.

The scene was full of resentment, and all the warriors were frustrated and desperate.

Couldn't anyone be the opponent of this Japanese?

Is it really like this, letting a Japanese man ride on his head and shit?

"Let me do it!"

Da da! But at this moment, a tall and tall figure did not know when, unexpectedly came to the court and stood upright.

Like a big iron-blooded flag erected among thousands of troops!