Among the people who came to Zha Huang, most of them did not understand the martial arts world at all. They just heard of such a term. Most of them thought it was an interest association established by martial arts enthusiasts.

It's similar to the Jeet Kune Do Association, Tai Chi Revival Association, etc. This time, I came to Japan and only heard the old man mentioned it. I was excited and came to join in the fun.

But now when he heard Ye Ming's words from the Ye family, he immediately understood the horror of this matter.

It is not something that ordinary members of the association can do to allow the Chinese Dragon Royale to negotiate with the top leaders of Japan.

This shows that this matter has almost reached the level of the country and needs to use military power.

If a country can use military power, either its residents are massacred for no reason, or someone is carrying weapons that can threaten the security of Japan's territory.

An ordinary rich man in southwestern China actually has such a great influence?

Bai Xing recovered from the shock and said in surprise: "Brother Ye, this kind of thing is no joke."

After he said this, he felt as if he was talking nonsense. The Ye family is a big clan in Kyoto, and he has a lot of disciples in the army, and there are people in every military region.

If you want to know such news, other big Kyoto families may have to go through some trouble, but here at the Ye family, it is just a few phone calls.

Ye Ming said with a serious expression: "Old Bai, you know I won't joke casually. We only learned about this kind of thing yesterday that the Southwest Military Region has sent people, it depends on the result."

Hearing the fear and vibration in Ye Ming and Bai Xing’s conversation, a handsome and stylish young man next to him smiled disdainfully: “Uncle Bai, I think you are all scaring yourself, how could there be such a person?”

"Bai Yang, this world is much bigger than what you see." Bai Xing stood beside the street with his hands behind his back, watching the crowd coming and going.

"whispering sound."

The young man named Bai Yang was completely dissatisfied and smiled contemptuously: "No matter how awesome this kind of person is, when he arrives in Zhonghai, he will bow his head to me obediently, and the higher he jumps, the more painful he falls."

He doesn't care what other regions look like, anyway, in China Sea, it's the Bai family and the other families. If it's a dragon, you have to lie on it, and if it's a tiger, you have to lie on it.

Bai Xing frowned and did not open again

Speaking, Bai Yang is the young master of the Bai family. Although he is not the most favored, he is always the core team of the Bai family group in the future, so it is difficult to shy his face.

Ye Ming next to him glanced at Bai Yang, and an indeceptible disgust flashed through his eyes.

As a member of the Ye family, what he hates the most is this kind of rich second generation who is loose and emptied by alcohol. If he were in the Ye family, he would have been thrown into the army and suffered and tortured.

Zhang Yu stood behind and looked at the young man, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if Bai Yang was another playboy and rich child.

"If Mr. Qin heard this here, he would no longer know where to find the body."

She knew that Qin Fei wouldn't care about the Chinese Bai family and the Kyoto Ye family. Anyone who dared to provoke him would just slap him directly.

As for the consequences, Qin Fei never worried, because over so many times, the final winner was Qin Fei.

"Old Bai, I heard that the Japanese people have opened a ring in the underground gambling shop in Zhahuang. Should we go over and take a look?"

At this time, a Bai family who was proficient in Japanese came to everyone and asked in a deep voice.

Bai Xing asked: "What arenas? A Japanese-Chinese arena has nothing to do with us, so what are we going to do?"

The Bai family looked ugly, gritted their teeth, and said for a while: "They opened a arena that specifically challenged the Chinese. They also hung a sign with the words "Welcome the Sick Man in East Asia to challenge!"

Hearing this, everyone present had their faces turned green. Unexpectedly, the Chinese people, who were so brave these days, dared to blatantly humiliate China.

Among the people present, several were warriors. Although their strength was only between the great achievement of internal strength, who could bear it when they heard such a thing?

Ye Ming's pair of sword eyebrows also stood up and snorted: "Does these Japanese people really not know that the world is high and the earth is so strong that they dare to humiliate us?"

Bai Xing raised his hand and said, "Take us here!"

He has lived for decades and has never suffered such a great humiliation. Today, he wants to see who the person who dares to establish that sign is.

Everyone followed the Bai family to the underground gambling house in the north of Zhahuang. It was better to say it was an underground gambling house, but it was a huge air raid shelter.

Since the Japanese country was scared of the US atomic bomb, it has been excavated.

A large number of air raid shelters were later defeated and became a decoration.

The air-raid shelter is vast and is already a tourist attraction. Tourists from all over the world heard that something seemed to have happened in Zhahuangcheng recently, so they all rushed over.

After a secret guidance of a Japanese man, a group of people led by Bai Xing and Ye Ming came to a hidden vast space in the air-raid shelter.

It is as big as half a football field, with various gambling machines everywhere. In the middle, there is a huge ring, and someone is fighting naked.

The two men on the ring fought without any effort. In just one moment, one of them was interrupted with his hands and kicked off the stage.

"Is there anyone challenging Murakami?" A lady emcee in the audience asked loudly.

The people next to them laughed very happily—

"Murakami Jun is very strong, he actually won ten consecutive games."

"Absolutely, do you think Murakami is the Chinese? They are all as weak as chickens and as timid as mice, and they dare not challenge them."

"Haha, it seems that no one can take this brand of East Asia's sick husband."

Hearing the ridicule around him, the Bai family translated it to the Chinese people present, and Bai Xing and Ye Ming's faces became even more gloomy.

A strong man behind Bai Xing sought Bai Xing's approval and rushed to the ring and said coldly: "I'll challenge it!"

"Are you Chinese?" Murakami-kun, the thin man opposite, said in awkward Mandarin.

The big man nodded slightly: "Huaxia Hard Sect Fist, Li Shan!"

Seeing that Chinese finally came to challenge them, the Japanese people in the audience, regardless of whether they were warriors or not, followed them. They all had no good feelings for Chinese people, otherwise they would not have put forward such a sign.

Murakami-kun replied, "Okay, I will make you, a Chinese, regret it!"

Ye Ming asked, "Old Bai, is this Li Shan okay?"

Bai Xing nodded and said, "He is the tenth generation successor of Hard Sect Fist. He has achieved great internal strength. He practiced hard qi fu since childhood. He can kill an old cow with one punch."

The Japanese man on the stage seems to be at most awesome. Li Shan may not lose, and he still has a chance to win.
Chapter completed!