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Yaqi Martial Arts Club, a martial arts gym opened by a Wa country in the southern district.This martial arts gym has a history of more than ten years and is quite influential in Yongming City.

At this time, on the training ground of Yaqi Wushu Club, a Japanese youth stood in the center of the venue, and he was surrounded by five domestic young people.

"start!"

Suddenly there was a voice outside the arena.

In an instant, the five domestic youths rushed towards the Japanese youth with punches. Facing the five menacing opponents, the Japanese youth's eyes were not a bit nervous, but contemptuous.

The Japanese youth watched several domestic youths rushing towards him, and when their fists were about to land on him, he suddenly lowered his body and dodged the fists of three people, while he himself threw out punches at the same time, each coming first. It hit the arms of the remaining two who were throwing punches.

With his shoulders sinking and a rush, the Japanese youth had already circled behind the two domestic youths, and his two feet kicked down on the backs of the two domestic youths in a row, and the two domestic youths staggered forward and rushed forward. It happened to hit the other three people in front, and all five fell to the ground in an instant.

"Okay, Kawashima Ichiro is really a genius. You can defeat students who have studied martial arts for half a year after only learning martial arts for a month. You are a descendant of our great Yamato nation. You are the pride of our Japanese people."

A man dressed as a middle-aged warrior came from the side of the training ground, and he didn't even look at the five domestic young people who fell to the ground. However, he did not hesitate to praise the Japanese youths, and behaved extremely kind and gentle.

"Thank you, Mr. Curator, for your praise. How can my achievements be as good as yours? In fact, the main reason is that these Chinese people are too weak. Their comprehension ability is no different from that of pigs, and their combat power is not worth it. Mention, I believe that anyone of our age from the Wa country can defeat them as easily as I do."

Ichiro Kawashima, a young man from the Japanese country, while humbled himself, despised the five opponents severely.

At this time, curator Ruki Yicun followed Kawashima Ichiro's eyes and saw five domestic young people.

"It's like trash, you Chinese people are the cheapest race I've ever seen. If you didn't spend so much money begging to learn martial arts, I wouldn't bother to look at you. The mud can't support the wall, so you can only It has been used as a living tool under the hands of our Japanese geniuses, and everything else is useless."

After Liumu Yicun finished speaking, he waved his hand, and immediately there were Japanese warriors dragging the five domestic young people to the edge of the training ground.

"Oh!"

At this moment, the paper window sliding door of the training ground exploded, and a Japanese martial artist who was supposed to be received at the gate of Yaqi Wushe flew in backwards and fell heavily at the feet of curator Rumu Yicun.

"What's going on?" Liumu Yicun exclaimed.

"Who just said that domestic people can't learn martial arts, who said that our domestic people are vulnerable?"

A questioning voice came from outside the sliding door, and soon a thin and handsome young man came slowly, followed by a dozen young people of similar age.

Anyone can see that these people are not kind.

"Where did you come from, boy, who gave you the courage to come to our Yaqi Wu Club to make trouble?"

"Wild boy, are you dissatisfied with our evaluation of you Chinese people?"

"Boy, this kind of behavior of yours is a provocation to our Yaqi Wusha. Believe it or not, we beat you into a dead dog, and then threw you on the street to show the public."

The students in the Baqi Wu Club who obviously had a Japanese accent gathered together and shouted.

Liumu Yicun came to the front and looked up and down at the young man opposite.

Dress casually, demeanor frivolous, the most conspicuous is the ring and earrings on the index finger of his right hand and the earrings on his left ear respectively, black and red are intertwined and intertwined, which is indescribably weird and special, which can't help but attract people's attention.

"Young man, who are you? Looking at you, are you here to kick the gym?"

Liumu Yicun asked with a superior air.

"Dong Yanggou, you have good eyesight. My name is Xiao Yi, and I'm the head of the Soul Stabbing Martial Arts Gym. I'm indeed here to kick the Gym. How about it? Are you afraid?"

The person who came was naturally Xiao Yi, he did what he said, he said he would flatten all the Japanese martial arts gyms, so he must go to the gyms one by one.

Yaqi Wusha was the first, but definitely not the last.

"Boy, you..."

Xiao Yi's attitude made the Japanese students very upset, and someone immediately wanted to scold him, but the curator Liu Mu Yicun waved his hand to stop the students from interjecting, and then looked at Xiao Yi with interest.

"The young man is really good. He became the curator at a young age. It seems that the family background is not simple. I don't know which family you are from. Maybe I know your elders. You come to kick the museum. If I hurt you, wouldn't it be bad for your elders to ask about me."

Liumu Yicun said with a pleasant expression.

"Tch, isn't it because I'm afraid of offending someone you can't afford? Don't worry, I'm just from Yeluzi, not a young master at all, and you said just now that you were afraid of hurting me, then I have to tell you loudly , with your strength, you are not worthy."

Xiao Yi pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

"Hmph, since you have no background, you still dare to come to my Yaqi Wushu Club to make trouble. I wonder if your life is too long, is it true that all of you in China are clowns like you who don't know how much you are?"

Hearing Xiao Yi say that he had no background, Liumu Yicun, who had spoken softly just now, had a chilly look on his face.

"Dongyanggou, you are talking about these people who worship foreigners and have no shame in learning in your martial arts school." Xiao Yi pointed to the five domestic young people who had just been defeated by Ichiro Kawashima, and then said: "No way, just like you can't survive in the country of Wa and want to come to China to develop. There are some people like you in China. But they are accidents. If you really have the courage, take your samurai sword and tell me Go to war, I think I need to tell you very much, in my eyes, you are trash, and your entire Wa country is trash."

"asshole!"

"idiot!"

"Boy, do you know who you are scolding?"

At this time, those Japanese students couldn't help shouting anymore.

"I'm not just scolding Liumu Yicun, including all of you Japanese people. You are all rubbish, you are all trash. In my eyes, you are shit, you are vulnerable."

Xiao Yi said arrogantly.

"Stinky boy, you are courting death."

Xiao Yi's words finally made Liumu Yicun unbearable, and with the samurai sword in his hand, he came directly to kill Xiao Yi.

Liumu Yicun's strength is stronger than Watanabe's, and his swordsmanship belongs to the descendant of the shadow sword. When the samurai sword is shot, not only the shadow of the sword is cold, but also every shadow of the sword has a fierce momentum, which is difficult to distinguish true and false.