Chinese Martial Arts: Start as Feng Yuxiu!

The Japanese people in the judo hall, or the people of Xia country, all looked over here in shock.

At this moment, in the center of the judo hall, it was Yamamoto Ichiro, Yamamoto Takeji and others.

And in the back were some members of Yamamoto Takeji's family.

They looked at each other, and then they could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Feng Yuxiu actually came?

"Feng Yuxiu, you are quite capable, and you must have a foundation in judo. Why don't you join our judo hall and get along with each other?"

At this time, Yamamoto Ichiro walked up and said politely.

The top ten martial arts halls in Zhenhai are on par with each other. If they can attract Wang Fan to join their martial arts hall, it will be a great help.

"Join your martial arts school?"

Wang Fan smiled coldly at this time. His tone made Yamamoto Ichiro and others think that he agreed, but suddenly, he said with disdain:

"What are you thinking about?"

"I am here to challenge you today. I am sorry, but I am challenging your entire martial arts school."

"Real Kung Fu requires one move to defeat the enemy, so you two can attack together."

Wang Fan shook his head and smiled cruelly, scanning the whole audience with a wolf-like gaze, which frightened countless people.

"This guy is crazy about repairing things!"

"Is he crazy? How dare he challenge everyone in our martial arts gym?"

The people in the martial arts gym were all very surprised, and Yamamoto Ichiro laughed and said,"Feng Yuxiu! I'm telling you in your Xia country, don't be ungrateful!"

He looked coldly at Yamamoto Takeshi, who was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, but his tone became more and more sinister.

It seemed that he was carrying a sinister murderous aura.

""Oh?"

Wang Fan said no more, but directly clasped his fists and said:"Judo master Yamamoto Ichiro? I am Feng Yuxiu, come to learn from you!"

After saying that!

He got into position.

An invisible aura began to spread from his body to the surroundings.

All the people in the judo hall who felt this aura began to hesitate whether to step forward.

But before they did anything, they suddenly saw Wang Fan take action.

He attacked too quickly!

Bang!

In just a moment, he hit Yamamoto Ichiro's head.

"Baka!"

Ichiro Yamamoto tried his best to dodge and just managed to avoid it.

He even felt that he was locked by the god of death.

At this moment, his eyes showed horror, and he smiled cruelly:"Since you don't want to drink the wine, don't blame me. In fact, I like the culture of Xia country very much, so I won't beat you to death, but imprison you and let you teach your martial arts!"

Bang bang!

He immediately pounced on Wang Fan!

Then he wanted to grab Wang Fan and throw him to the ground.

But in the blink of an eye.

Wang Fan moved.

Puff!

A palm knife shattered Yamamoto Ichiro's right shoulder!

Then a kick, kicked Yamamoto Ichiro's left knee!

Plop.

Yamamoto Ichiro knelt down directly.

He struggled to stand up!

"You are already dead."

Wang Fan did not say anything, but suddenly punched through Yamamoto Ichiro's abdomen, and then pulled out the whole fist again, shattering Yamamoto Ichiro's eight meridians with one punch!

Killing the master with one punch!

At this moment, countless people in the live broadcast room and the martial arts hall were all shocked.

Who is Yamamoto Ichiro? He was a master of the judo hall, who taught countless disciples, but was beaten to death by Wang Fan's punch!

"Oh my god! This is so violent!"

"Killing a judo master with one punch! Is this kung fu?"

"Damn! I will never learn judo again! I am a frog in a well!"

Many people in the live broadcast room regretted it. It turned out that Yamamoto Ichiro, who they were proud of, was so vulnerable?

Many people were horrified.

You know, some of them had said bad things about Chinese martial arts in the live broadcast room before, but they were slapped in the face by Wang Fan in an instant.

"Hehe."

After Wang Fan killed Yamamoto Ichiro, he looked at him with disdain as he lay on the ground with his eyes wide open.

Judo.

This modern fighting technique is full of loopholes in his eyes.

A true killing skill has no extra moves.

There are only moves for killing!

Some ancient heroes studied martial arts for more than ten years, but it was not enough. You have to learn a trick that can kill people with one blow before you can really go down the mountain.

This is even more true for national martial arts.

In the National Era and before the founding of the dynasty, countless masters evolved the martial arts routines handed down from the cold weapon era, and it became the most fierce killing technique!

"Master Yamamoto is dead"

"Dead, dead……"

Many people in the judo hall were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

However, there were also some fearless judo masters, with hatred in their eyes, rushing towards Wang Fan!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Wang Fan fought with these people repeatedly, and every punch and kick of his was aimed at the vital points of these people.

Crack!

Plop!

People's fists and feet were constantly smashed.

People kept falling down.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Fan's figure was like the shadow of the god of death, constantly passing through the hall, killing twenty people instantly!

Until there were dozens of people in the entire martial arts hall, no one could stand up.

All of them fell to the ground wailing and shouting in pain.

Then, Wang Fan sneered and said:"In such a big judo hall, no one can stand up?"

"Such fancy moves and embroidery dare to insult our country's martial arts. It's simply not worth mentioning."

"Next, Taekwondo Hall."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The cold voice that sounded in hell still echoed clearly in the entire judo hall.