The first rich son-in-law

Chapter 657

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

"That's right, always speak for the Japanese people, what is it if it's not a traitor?"

"Maybe he himself is a Japanese!"

Everyone immediately talked about it, all of them were extremely dissatisfied.

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

If even Quebec is defeated, then their faith also collapses.

In the future, what face will Beiquan have in the martial arts world?

"I'm just speaking the truth from an objective point of view!" Jiang Beichen felt a little speechless.

Don't people tell the truth now?

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. If you have to show off what you can do, isn't life more important than face?" Jiang Beichen couldn't help but shook his head again.

"Boy, don't go too far!"

Chen Yiyun gritted her teeth angrily, "Say another nonsense, believe it or not, I'll pull out your tongue!"

While speaking, he spat out energy, and an invisible coercion faintly rolled towards Jiang Beichen.

Everyone's expressions changed, this Chen Yiyun is a master of pneumatics, with profound skills, this kid is afraid that he will suffer disaster!

Unexpectedly, Jiang Beichen just waved his hand lightly, and the pressure around him dissipated in an instant. Immediately, a greater pressure counterattacked from his body, directly pressing on Chen Yiyun's body.

Chen Yiyun let out a muffled snort, then knelt down on the ground, the two sleeves were torn apart instantly with a stabbing sound, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin.

"Ah, you, you are a martial arts master?" Chen Yiyun had a terrified expression, feeling incredible.

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

Everyone also looked shocked, their mouths opened wide, as if they were dreaming.

After all these years, I have never heard of anyone who stepped into the Grandmaster before the age of 30, and even the legendary young Grandmaster was a hundred years ago.

Didn't expect to meet it in this era?

"It really is a hero born from a young man, the old man's eyes are dumb!" Yang Zongbao was shocked in his heart. After all, if you look at the potential, the gold content of a young master is no less than that of a Hualong list master!

Even if the opponent grows up smoothly, entering the top ten of the Hualong list is definitely a certainty.

However, at this time, he waved his hand, which dispelled Jiang Beichen's master's pressure, and quickly pulled his apprentice up.

"Yiyun, quickly apologize to this little friend!" Yang Zongbao ordered.

Martial arts world attaches great importance to seniority, and it is his apprentice who disrespects other young masters first, so he naturally wants his apprentice to apologize.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Chen Yiyun said condescendingly, completely discouraged now.

How could she dare to be disrespectful in front of the master.

I was just astonished, beyond words.

What kind of monster is this?

Such an achievement at such an age?

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

"Forget it, for your master's sake, I don't care about you!" Jiang Beichen couldn't help but shook his head. As he was, on this occasion, he naturally didn't bother to argue with a girl.

boom!

Boom!

At this moment, the competition between the alcoholic and Kato Takelong had reached a fever pitch. It was true that the mountains were shaking and the ground was shaking. The sky was dim and the ground was dark. Waves of terrifying fluctuations spread along the valley, and even the clouds in the sky gradually drifted around.

Even the clouds were scattered!

This is not a situation that ordinary people can see, it is like a miracle!

"It's decided!"

And at this moment, Jiang Beichen frowned suddenly.

"Bah!"

Hearing the drunkard shout, holding up the sky with one hand and embracing the moon with the other, suddenly the whole palm lighted up slowly, like a shooting star, which shocked people extremely.

"True Yuan Flowing Light?"

"Energy!"

More than ten martial arts masters present all exclaimed.

Liu Guang, this is a sign that the true essence has been tempered to a certain level!

Known as Huajin!

Throughout the ages, there have been eighty to ninety percent of the martial arts masters stuck at this level, not to mention one hundred percent.

Unexpectedly, the drunkard has already cultivated to this stage, he is worthy of being the top ten masters in the Hualong list!

"So this is your hole card?" Jiang Beichen was a little surprised, no wonder the alcoholic bet with him so confidently yesterday, it turned out that he had already cultivated Liu Guang and broke into the realm of the master of Huajin!

"But it's still not working!" Jiang Beichen sighed slightly in his heart.

Sure enough, at this moment, I saw that Kato Takelong also moved instantly, and also made a strange fist, hooking the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.

Whoa!

It seemed as if there was the sound of rushing water, and there was a slight wave between the two hands, and a little light and shadow appeared indistinctly.

"what is that?"

"Fall?"

"My goodness!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Just now, the drunkard's streamer was already shocking, but he didn't expect the other party's light and shadow to be even more incredible.

In fact, the light and shadow of Takelong Kato is also a streamer, but obviously, it is farther than a drunkard!

"Drunkard, it's over!"

Kato Takelong sneered, and suddenly struck out with both fists, like a roaring mountain torrent, and like a galloping horse.

What a terrifying punch!

The drunkard's eyes widened suddenly, and he felt like a waterfall was pressing down on his head, but at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only raise his Liu Guang fist to meet it.

Boom! !

A series of violent fluctuations kept rippling away between the mountains, like a sandstorm blowing up. Under the rushing of the stellar energy, everyone could only cover their faces to avoid it, and some of them had weak skills and rolled directly from the top of the mountain.

This wave of confrontation is really like a shock wave.

The whole process lasted for a full 2 ​​minutes before it gradually calmed down.

Everyone opened their eyes.

The two people in the arena were still standing opposite each other, but a hillside beside them had completely collapsed, and even a spring spewed out.

These two people actually knocked down a mountain, and even made a hot spring out of it.

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

Is this the power of Huajin Grandmaster?

"Who exactly won?"

"Could it be a tie?"

Everyone talked a lot, and couldn't help raising their hearts.

And in the next second, the alcoholic's burly body shook suddenly, he staggered two steps, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Drunk man!"

The expressions of more than a dozen masters changed drastically, and they jumped down one after another, and surrounded the drunkard directly in front of him.

"I, I lost!"

But at this moment, the drunkard had a frustrated look on his face, and his entire tiger body couldn't help shaking.

I have practiced martial arts for decades, and I have never tasted a single defeat!

This time, he lost, and the one who lost was a Japanese!

The faces of the other masters were also extremely ugly. Even Kui was defeated, how should they deal with the Beiquan faction in the arena.

"Hua Guo Wu Dao is so vulnerable!"

"The Beiquan faction has a false name!"

But at this time, Kato Takelong stood proudly, with disdain on his face, looking lonely and seeking defeat.

"Presumptuous! I am a magnificent country, and there are many masters! You only won once by chance, how dare you speak so brazenly!"

Yang Zongbao couldn't stand it anymore, and yelled at him.

"Hehe, the defeated general dares to speak bravely?" Kato Takelong looked disdainful.

"If you don't accept it, you can find someone to come over!"

"Today, I can penetrate your entire Beiquan lineage with one hand!" Kato Takelong said arrogantly.

"you!"

Everyone looked ashamed and angry.

This guy is too arrogant, dare to say such arrogant words!

Even if there is a master ready to move.

"Don't be impulsive, you are not his opponent!" The drunkard stretched out his hand quickly, telling the masters not to be impulsive.

After all, even he was defeated, how could other masters be the opponent of Takelong Kato.

The scene was full of resentment, and all the warriors were terribly aggrieved.

Could it be that there is no one present who can be the opponent of this Japanese?

Is it really going to be 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 straight figure unexpectedly came to the field and stood upright.

Like a banner of iron and blood erected among thousands of troops!