Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 266 Are you here to be funny?
His arrogant appearance made everyone in the boxing gym feel ashamed.

After two boxing matches, no one dared to challenge him.

A master in the boxing gym finally couldn't sit still, stepped on his foot, and jumped over the side rope of the ring.

The people on the field screamed and applauded, thinking that a master had come.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and saw that the old man really had some tricks.

According to the realm of ancient martial arts, he can barely be considered a master.

Training the muscles, bones and skin outside is called getting started.

He has now surpassed this stage, and has reached the level of internal training.

The old man went up, with his hands behind his back, and said like everyone else, "What an arrogant foreigner, dare to underestimate our Chinese martial arts. Today, the old man will let you increase your knowledge."

Originally, people in his position generally would not fight with others.

Not to mention, under this kind of scene.

If you win, people will say that you are bullying the young, as it should be, and it will not cause any sensation.

If you lose, people will start scolding.

Seeing the old man pretending to be aggressive all day long, it turned out that with this little ability, he still taught his apprentices.

No matter what, Chu Feng gave the old man a thumbs up.

It is precisely these people in Huaxia who are able to save themselves from danger and hold their own backs when they are invaded by other places.

The young people around also cheered. Seeing Marcus's arrogant appearance just now, he was not pleasing to the eye.

Marcus crossed his arms and said contemptuously, "According to your Huaxia dialect, I will not kill unknown people. Please give your name, so that no one will recognize you later!"

The old man took a breath, thinking that this guy deliberately wanted to make him lose face.

However, since he asked, if the old man dared not even report his name, it would be a joke.

The old man cupped his fists and introduced coldly, "This old man is the heir of Bajiquan, Lei Yuan!"

"Bajiquan?"

"Father Lei Zhen?"

"He's the vice president of the Binhai Martial Arts Association?"

"Master, definitely master!"

People on the field talked a lot, and those who knew showed surprise, but they didn't expect Lei Yuan to make a move.

Everyone thought that the foreign devils would suffer a lot.

Among the ancient martial arts, Bajiquan is the closest to actual combat.

As the old saying goes, "Wen has Taiji to secure the world, Wu has Baji to vibrate the universe!"

As for Tai Chi, Xingyi, they all have the meaning of routine, which looks like a flower shelf.

Marcus stretched out a hand, and said arrogantly to Lei Yuan, "Old man, I'll let you do it!"

Lei Yuan's face turned red with anger, no one dared to speak to him like that.

He struck out Baji Beng with one move, stepped on his foot, and punched his right fist.

There was a bang, and there was a bang out of thin air.

This is the sound of inner strength, like a bow and arrow being let go.

Marcus also punched him, without dodging at all.

boom!
The air waves from the two fists shook at the same time, as if thunder had exploded, causing everyone on the field to stare wide-eyed.

Unexpectedly, such a fist bump could make such a sound.

The huge power made Marcus and Lei Yuan take two steps back at the same time.

After all, Lei Yuan is old, and he is afraid of being young, even if he is a master of ancient martial arts with high internal strength.

To be old is to be old.

His fist visibly trembled, but Marquis had a calm expression on his face. He shook his arms and continued, "Old man, you are better than your son."

"Insanity!"

Lei Yuan snorted coldly and got to know each other better.

He let go of his hand and entangled with Marcus with cleverness.

The six openings of Bajiquan, "topping, holding, carrying, lifting, carrying, and wrapping", were perfectly executed by him.

Marcus was still fighting with one hand, punching with Lei Yuan.

Lei Yuan slammed down the mountain palm with a stance, from high to low, he slapped violently.

Marcus found the right time, and even hit it hard with his head, and at the same time punched Lei Yuan's chest.

Bang, bang!
There were two shocks, and Marcus was hit on the head with a huge force, causing his legs to bend.

However, Lei Yuan was punched in the chest, his breath became tight immediately, his face turned pale, and he stepped back on the ring to repel two steps.

The two looked at each other, Lei Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and finally lost.

He fell to his knees, apparently badly injured.

The disciples and the doctor quickly carried him down.

Marcus raised his right hand in the arena and laughed loudly, "Huaxia Wushu is nothing more than that. Who else? Who else dares to challenge Lao Tzu?"

Win four games in a row, if there are six more games.

He can get an extra bonus of 100 million.

Marquez, though, doesn't care about the money.

What he enjoys is the sense of superiority over the enemy, and the stronger the enemy, the more excited he is.

The people on the field fell silent for a while, it was useless for an ancient martial arts master to go up, let alone the disciples below.

Those who bought Lei Yuansheng just now regretted it to death. If they had known that buying the foreign devils would win, they would have made a lot of money.

It seems that patriotism and making money are two different things.

Although the foreign devil is a bit arrogant, but supporting him can make money!

Under the leadership of Lin Jiahui and his team, there were thunderous cheers on the field, "Marcus!"

"Marcus!"

"Marcus!"

Lin Yingying frowned, thinking that this cousin is a traitor.

The foreign devil won, you are so excited!
Chu Feng was indignant looking at it for a while, and now he wanted to go up and teach this foreign devil a lesson.

Long Fei grabbed him and told him, "Carry me up."

Chu Feng had black lines all over his head, and asked worriedly, "This foreign devil is not easy to mess with, how sure are you?"

Lin Yingying also worried, "How about we bear with it and fight another day!"

Long Fei shook his head and insisted, "It's okay, you all trust me!"

The two looked at each other, seeing that he was so persistent, they could only choose to believe him.

If they didn't have any confidence in Long Fei, then Long Fei would definitely lose.

Chu Feng flew up with Long on his back, and shouted at Marcus, "Foreign devil, don't worry, my brother will fight you!"

He flew the dragon to the upper side of the ring, Long Fei rolled from below in a daze, and rolled onto the ring in big characters all over his body.

All the people on the field burst out laughing and shouted, "Your sister, are you kidding me?"

"Why is this a drunkard? Could it be the heir of Drunken Fist?"

"Come down quickly, don't embarrass us Huaxia people!"

"Fuck, your brother is like this, and he hasn't been beaten to death yet!"

A group of people ridiculed one after another, and even the banker in the monitoring room frowned, wondering why such a challenger came.

The doctor went up and took Long Fei's blood pressure.

After proving that he was fine, he was relieved to let him stay on it.

At the beginning of the betting, the dealer was very bold, and adjusted the odds of Long Fei to 1:10, and Marcus to 1:0.5.

In other words, if Long Fei wins, he will pay you ten yuan for one piece.

Marcus is worth fifty cents for one piece, and I can't say anything less.

Even so, everyone bought Marcus like crazy.

Long Fei didn't say whether he could fight or not, but with his limp and drunken appearance, this damn is sure to lose!

　Chapter 7 is coming, old man, are you excited?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)