those years of rebirth

Japanese!

Everyone in the room looked serious.

"We're going to use this room. I'm a Japanese samurai Yamamoto Fireman."

The tall Japanese samurai crossed his arms and looked down at several people in the room. He introduced himself and said, "This time I came to China to watch your martial arts exchange..."

Seeing Liu Yifei and Ida in the room, his eyes lit up, Yamamoto Huoman squeezed the flesh on his face, smiled, and said: "Yo Xi, the girls in China are still pretty, these two girls stay, you all go out. "

Bang... Yang Ting first threw the chopsticks in his hand on the table, looked at Er Mingtai, and said in a deep voice: "Good guy, you met a Japanese samurai and came to show off in front of us? Er Mingtai, you are so big Prestige, Japanese samurai, such a powerful name, China...you can call it? Japanese dog?"

Shina is a Japanese name for China. It was originally a commendatory term, but since the end of Ming Dynasty, it has been an obviously derogatory term.

Cheng Qiang also said in a deep voice, "Get out."

"We are samurai from Mitsui Dojo in Japan, do you guys treat guests like this in China?"

Yamamoto Fireman stared at Yang Ting and Cheng Qiang, and said in a deep voice: "I want you to challenge, and only the humiliation of the loser can drive away my anger."

"Mitsui Dojo..."

Wang Hengxiao repeated in a low voice, looked at Fire Man Yamamoto, and said, "Aren't you from the Iga Dojo?"

"Humph!"

Yamamoto Fireman said disdainfully: "The Iga Dojo has only been established for 58 years, and it still inherits your Chinese boxing techniques. Our Mitsui Dojo is an authentic Japanese dojo with a history of [-] years, and what we inherit is authentic Japanese martial arts."

Wang Hengxiao shook his head slightly, and said, "Authentic Japanese martial arts...hehe..."

Wang Hengxiao didn't continue talking, the meaning was self-evident.

Disdain!

Yamamoto Fireman immediately stared, looked at Wang Hengxiao, and said in a deep voice, "China brat, are you challenging the mighty Mitsui Samurai?"

"You are not qualified to say this to me."

Wang Hengxiao picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "Li Hao, go and have a fight with him."

Mitsui Budojo!

Wang Hengxiao is impressed. A hundred years ago, the largest consortium in Japan was the Mitsui Foundation. In order to fit the Japanese martial arts genre at that time, they cooperated with the rulers at that time and established the Mitsui Budojo!

After Japan's defeat in World War II, the Mitsui Consortium was forcibly split up by American capitalists. At that time, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, Japan's representative military enterprise, belonged to the Mitsui Consortium, and was forcibly split into more than a dozen civilian enterprises.

However, this Mitsui Budojo has been preserved to this day.

Li Hao immediately stood up and said to Wang Hengxiao, "Yes, little uncle."

With this title, the women were stunned. It was strange enough for a few people to be called instructors, and Li Hao also came up with the title of "little uncle".

Er Mingtai frowned, and said: "Li Hao, Director Wang, my Japanese friend just came to China, and I don't understand many things, can you give me some face today, forget it?"

"Your face, how much is your face worth? Er Mingtai, get the hell out of here, are you still Chinese? This Japanese pig barks in your ear, do you still have face?"

Li Hao scolded bluntly.

"You, step back, Samurai Mitsui is not afraid of any challenge."

Fireman Yamamoto pulled Ermin Tai back, walked into the door, looked at Li Hao, and said in a deep voice: "China's martial arts are all showy, I can knock him down with one punch."

This guy also has a rude temper, and he punched Li Hao directly when he came up.

Japan's native martial arts.

Nowadays, the so-called karate, judo, etc. are popular in the world, and sumo may also be regarded as a kind.

Yamamoto Fireman studied karate and judo at the Mitsui Dojo. He has a strong body and has also learned sumo wrestling. He is a representative of Japan's native warriors.

Li Hao was caught by his grandfather Li Jiansheng to practice boxing since he was a child. After more than ten years, he has been very good at it. A few years ago, he participated in Wang Hengxiao's training camp and broke through the realm of strength in one fell swoop. master.

In fact, in Wang Hengxiao's view, in today's era, martial artists come out in large numbers, or it is an era where martial artists compete for supremacy. Many martial arts masters are not much worse than the few great masters in the late Qing Dynasty.

Li Hao also greeted him with a punch.

Kazuo Yamamoto's fist suddenly changed, and his palm grabbed Li Hao's fist like an iron claw. Li Hao's fist also changed rapidly. Withdrawing his fist, he suddenly punched him on the wrist.

Bang... Yamamoto's hand quickly retracted, and his wrist trembled twice.

"Xingyiquan?"

Yamamoto Huo said in a low voice: "Iga Dojo has inherited the Bajiquan of China, and claims to be the orthodox Bajiquan. This time, I came to China to participate in the martial arts exchange meeting to defeat the Chinese Bajiquan successor. However, in my opinion Come on, Bajiquan and Xingyiquan are not as powerful as our Japanese martial arts!"

Wang Hengxiao said in a low voice: "Back then, many of your Japanese martial artists learned systematic boxing techniques in China before going back to inherit martial arts boxing techniques and open dojos. Which one of you real martial arts masters in Japan didn't learn Chinese boxing techniques? ?”

Martial arts is a kind of fighting technique in the world.

Among all the fighting skills in the world, only China's is truly systematic, contains its own cultural connotation, and has many additional effects.

The fighting skills of other cultures are either purely using the strength of the body to fight, or using a certain specialty of the body to practice.

Such as Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is one!

Wang Hengxiao knows that Japan has really organized its own martial arts into a system, and it succeeded only after learning Chinese martial arts in China, and it also has a strong Chinese martial arts culture.

The karate that this Yamamoto Fireman just used has the shadow of Tai Chi, but he may not even know it.

"Stop talking nonsense, come and punch me again!"

Fireman Yamamoto let out a low snort. He suffered a little loss just now, and felt a little embarrassed in front of so many people. He rushed forward again and waved his hands towards Li Hao.

Li Hao snorted coldly, and said in a low voice, "I don't know how to live or die!"

Li Hao immediately struck out with both fists, and the Pao Fist exploded, directly knocking Yamamoto Fireman back with his hands, his wrists were crisp, and he was already dislocated.

Teng Teng Teng... Boom... Yamamoto Himan took a few steps back and slammed the door of the room with a bang.

"you!"

Kazuo Yamamoto stared at Li Hao, and shouted, "Yanxue, kill him!"

door!

A streak of snow-white silver quickly passed through Er Mingtai and the others, and came to Li Hao's body. A pair of delicate hands pierced through the air like spirit snakes, stabbing at Li Hao's throat.

Li Hao's reaction was hasty, he quickly jumped onto the chair, blocked the white shadow like a spirit snake with one hand, and blasted out with a quick punch, still a cannon punch.

Pa... Phoo... Li Hao's fist was quickly blocked by the opponent, and he was led to throw Li Hao out, breaking his center of gravity, and unconsciously fell backwards.

The space in this box is quite large, but Li Hao also bumped into Ida, who was sitting next to Wang Hengxiao and watching with relish.

Those snow-white Qianqian slender hands instantly turned into two white shadows, and continued to attack Li Hao.

Li Hao was in a hurry to stabilize his figure, but he didn't have time, a pair of small hands quickly came in front of him, piercing his eyes, extremely vicious.

Boom... One hand supported Li Hao, brought Li Hao to the back of Ida, and then caught the pair of small hands, one hand and the other two touched in the air, turning into a white phantom, and they fought instantly Dozens of times!

After a few muffled sounds, the pair of small hands retracted instantly, and a white figure followed closely behind to the door!

Wang Hengxiao also withdrew his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Karate, judo, Japanese martial arts, that's all!"

The white figure is a woman with a veil, her hair tied up in a bun, standing upright behind her head, wearing a white kimono, standing quietly beside Yamamoto Fireman, looking at Wang Hengxiao with her phoenix eyes, her voice is crisp and clear: "Are you who?"

Yamamoto Fireman also looked at Wang Hengxiao in amazement, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? There are not many people in China who can block Yanxue!"

"You have been in China since you entered the door, the person in China said."

Wang Hengxiao suddenly disappeared from the chair, came to the front of Huo Yamamoto in an instant, punched Huo Yamamoto on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "If you shout a few times, I will punch you a few times. Lucky you!"

"stop!"

"stop!"

"stop!"

Yanxue, Er Mingtai, and three calls to stop came from outside the door.

Obviously, Huo Yamamoto's identity is unusual, and they will not allow Huo Yamamoto to have an accident here.

Er Mingtai and Japanese woman Yanxue block Wang Hengxiao together.

Wang Hengxiao didn't give in at all, it was still a punch, Yanxue's pair of snow-white hands couldn't stop it at all, a burst of cannonball burst out from the fist, Yanxue's forehead frowned, her eyes were full of surprise, her hands were like As if getting an electric shock, he hastily moved away, and then stabbed Wang Hengxiao's throat, but surrounded Wei and rescued Zhao with one move.

Er Mingtai was a little timid when he punched, because he was too afraid of Wang Hengxiao in his heart, and his punches were much slower. He was afraid that Wang Hengxiao would hit Yamamoto Fire Man badly, and he was afraid that it would affect himself.

"You dare to hit me?"

Yamamoto Fireman shouted sharply, and punched Wang Hengxiao with a ferocious expression.

Boom... As soon as Fireman Yamamoto punched, he was hit by Wang Hengxiao in the shoulder, and flew backwards like a cannon.

Immediately, Yanxue's slender hand stabbed Wang Hengxiao's throat, but there was a crisp sound, Yanxue's complexion changed drastically, her eyes showed disbelief, her snow-white and delicate hand hit Wang Hengxiao's throat, but The wrist dislocated by the huge shock force, the bones of the fingers almost shattered.

Pa...Er Mingtai's fist also hit Wang Hengxiao's chest, and his face was overjoyed. He didn't expect to hit it so easily, but immediately, his face was in pain, and the countershock force from his fist made Er Mingtai feel happy. Ming Tai stepped back two steps.

(To be continued)