Son of Heaven

As soon as these words came out, Hu Yibo and Ding Yarui frowned at the same time, their eyes became sharp.

"Are you from Fusang?" Hu Yibo narrowed his eyes, and his tone was already a bit hostile.After all, they are all of the Asian yellow race, and they all look about the same. Besides, their Huaxia is really authentic. At first, he really thought that his domestic colleagues were here to find fault, but he didn't think much about it.However, when the Fusang man spoke, the contempt revealed in his tone was immediately identifiable. They were Fusang people, absolutely right—they were the only ones who spoke in this tone.

Of course, it must be admitted that not all Fusang people communicate with Huaxia people in this tone, but what is certain is that if people of the yellow race communicate with Huaxia people in this tone, they must be Fusang people.

Until now, some of them still can't forget the glory brought by the original aggression, and they still can't forget the high sense of accomplishment when they enslaved the Chinese people at that time.

"That's right, we are Fusang people. I heard that your Chaoyang is very famous here. Coincidentally, we are foreign investors, and we are planning to open a martial arts gym here to spread Fusang's great air way to people who are said to be martial arts." I came from Huaxia, the place of origin, so I came to visit my colleagues." The strong man hugged his shoulders and laughed, his tone seemed to be very respectful, but there was no respect in his tone. [

With a sound of "wow", the people around exploded immediately, "Hula la" surrounded a large number of shirtless young men, all of them stared at them with fists clenched.

"Okay, I'll have a good chat with you first." Ding Yarui snorted angrily, pushed Hu Yibo away, and stood directly opposite that person.

When she was young, she was famous for her thunderbolt temper, and she is much better now, but for the person who hits her door, let alone a person from Fusang, of course she will not be polite, and she will fight if she is not speculative.

"I remember you Huaxia has a book called "Woman, Your Name Is Weak", tsk tsk, so, let's forget it. Unless the men in your Chaoyang Martial Art Museum are dead, we won't fight you .” The extremely tall Fusang man laughed loudly.

"Then I'll fight you!" Hu Yibo's face turned cold, the veins on his arm burst out, and he stepped out.

It's just that he was fast, and Ding Yarui was even faster, and with a "whoosh" step, he jumped out, punched into a phoenix eye, and hit the strong man's bridge of the nose with one punch.At the same time, he kicked from below, directly kicking him in the face.

"You are still far away, woman." The strong man stretched out his arm, and he was already in front of him, and he took a punch from Ding Yarui. When Ding Yarui hit the punch, he felt as if he had hit a big piece of rubber. He was bounced up, and at the same time, the kick from below seemed to be on a steel bar, causing the soles of his feet to hurt.

"You can't, your strength is too weak, it's not enough to tickle me." The strong man laughed, stretched out his hand casually, and pushed Ding Yarui out.

Ding Yarui was so angry that her face was flushed red, she was about to jump on her body again, but was held back by Hu Yibo again.

"This is a master who has undergone special training. You are not his opponent. Let me do it." Hu Yibo grabbed her, straightened his clothes, walked over, waved his hand, and the students around him scattered for a while. The big circle gave way to the venue.