Village Warm Flower Fragrance

Tang Wensen frowned and said: "We must find Charles, this is the United States, some things are not very convenient for us, and we will trouble you a lot!"

While speaking, Tang Wensen handed over a check, and Evans accepted the check with a smile, and glanced at Rose again.

Tang Wensen understood his thoughts and said with a smile: "As long as you can help us find Charles, you can talk about anything!"

Rose also cooperatingly gave Evans a wink. If she couldn't find Charles and couldn't bring back the Buddha with Thousand Faces, her fate would be miserable.

Chen Qiang lowered his head and sent a message to Bai Xue, but he didn't listen to their conversation at all, nor was he interested in what they had to say.

"Okay, we are old friends now. I will do my best to find Charles' whereabouts as soon as possible." Evans said.

Afterwards, the four of them ate something casually, and Tang Wensen sent Evans away, leaving only Chen Qiang and Rose in the restaurant.

"Did you hear that? Charles didn't return to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, our clues are broken!" Rose said with a frustrated face, especially thinking of Luo Pengcheng's wolf-like eyes, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Chen Qiang raised his head and said: "I can't control this, you find the whereabouts of the Thousand-faced Buddha, if anyone wants to stop us from taking the Thousand-faced Buddha, I will be responsible for killing them, that's all, and I have nothing to do with Las Venas You know, in terms of finding people, I’m afraid it’s not as good as you.”

"You..." Rose glared at Chen Qiang, but finally said nothing.

Because there was nothing wrong with Chen Qiang's words, he really had no way to find someone.

After Rose got up to check out, the two walked towards the outside of the restaurant without speaking.

Tang Wensen was already waiting downstairs. He walked to Rose and said, "Miss Rose, I have sent someone to watch Evans. If he dares to play tricks with us, I guarantee that he will not survive tomorrow."

Regarding what Evans said just now, Tang Wensen and Rose only believed in punctuation marks, and did not believe in any other words.

Luo Pengcheng had confirmed that Charles had left Tiandu, but how did they know that this was all Lin Changfeng's trap, and Charles had already died in Tiandu.

Now everyone is being played around by Lin Changfeng, but they don't notice it at all.

"Mr. Tang, you also ask other friends to find Charles's whereabouts. As long as Charles can be found, we can pay any price." Rose said.

Tang Wensen nodded, then turned and left.

Chen Qiang still looked like he had nothing to do with himself, turned around and walked outside, Rose followed behind.

On the way back to the hotel, the two of them happened to pass by a Huaxia Martial Arts Gym. The entrance was full of people and it was very lively.

After Chen Qiang arrived in Las Venus, he hadn't seen the Huaxia Martial Arts Gym. Anyway, it was still early to go back, so he wanted to go and see the excitement.

Rose wanted to stop her, but how could her speed compare with that of Chen Qiang, before Chen Qiang could speak, Chen Qiang squeezed into the crowd.

He saw a few Orientals in samurai uniforms, carrying a plaque in their hands with the words "Sick Man of Huaxia" written on it!

This was obviously provoking Chinese martial arts, and Chen Qiang felt a little upset, almost wanting to teach a few Orientals a lesson.

After thinking about it, one thing more is worse than one thing less, so he stood aside without doing anything, wanting to see the skills of the Eastern samurai.

At this moment, a few people came out from the Huaxia Martial Arts Hall. The leader was a hale and hearty old man. Although he was very old, he walked like a dragon and a tiger, and his eyes were bright. At first glance, he was a Lianjiazi. The young man in a short jacket looked aggressively at a few Japanese warriors, clenched his fists, and looked like he was about to fight...

Chapter 763

On the side of the Dongyang Samurai, the leader was a chubby middle-aged man with a mustache and a fleshy face. He looked towards the old man with a mocking smile on his face.

The old man had a calm demeanor, as if he didn't see the eyes of the middle-aged man, he looked around the crowd, and his eyes fell on Chen Qiang.

Sensing someone staring at him, Chen Qiang subconsciously took two steps back, glanced at the old man, and bowed slightly to show respect for the old man.

Rose pulled Chen Qiang from behind, trying to make him leave with her, but Chen Qiang seemed to grow on the ground, motionless, and finally had to give up, holding Chen Qiang's arm with one hand.

"Which one of you wants to come out to fight? Today is my brother's first day out of retreat, and I want to find someone to practice!" An oriental samurai barked like a mad dog.

The people in the Huaxia Martial Arts Center here disagreed, a young man jumped out and said in a cold voice: "You are looking for someone to practice, you are in the wrong place, but I have just practiced Baguazhang, I can teach you how to be a man ?”

Before he finished speaking, the young man jumped to the front, staring coldly at the Dongyang warrior opposite him.

The oriental samurai wanted to fight, but was blocked by the middle-aged man. He walked forward unhurriedly, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Baguazhang, such a low-level martial art, dare to come out to make a fool of yourself, I will use one hand to ask you about Baguazhang today." The middle-aged man said confidently.

The young man looked angry, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the middle-aged man with a murderous look.

"You can't do what you can!" The middle-aged man said coldly, his left hand came forward and grabbed the young man's chest.

The young man was young and full of vigor, and he was so insulted by the middle-aged man. He had long been simmering in his heart, wishing he could defeat his opponent with a single move, and his palms were so fierce that they fell towards the middle-aged man's chest.

Before the palms fell, Chen Qiang said: "If you act too hastily, you will definitely lose!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man flew out, received a heavy slap on the chest, and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The young man got up from the ground and gave Chen Qiang a vicious look, as if Chen Qiang was to blame for his loss.

He wanted to go forward and fight the middle-aged man again, but was stopped by the old man. Another young man who was slightly older came out, and after cupping his hands at the middle-aged man, he started to fight.

Punch like a tiger, extremely fast!

Chen Qiang said next to him: "If it violates the principles of boxing, you will definitely lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man flew out again. His fist didn't touch the middle-aged man at all, but he slapped him on the face. If the young man didn't dodge back quickly, this palm would shatter him Skull, killed with one palm.

Rose looked at Chen Qiang in surprise. If he had guessed right the first time, it might have been luck, but she had guessed right the second time as well.

"How do you know that he will definitely lose?" Rose asked curiously, grabbing Chen Qiang's arm.

Chen Qiang thought about it anyway, there was nothing wrong with it, so it was okay to talk to her, so he said with a smile: "The two of them are no match for the middle-aged man. Don't look at the middle-aged man's appearance, but a sixth-level warrior, although he can't be counted. A real master is more than enough to deal with the two of them."

"These two people are eager to win. Baguazhang's boxing is slow and fast, but the one in front is fierce and fierce. How can it beat the opponent? The one behind..." Chen Qiang said Standing, looking up towards the front.

He said seemingly unintentionally: "He is going to lose soon!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the young man who was challenging the middle-aged man was defeated again, causing the middle-aged man to slap his ribs and lie on the ground in pain.

In just a few minutes, several young people in the Huaxia Martial Arts Academy were defeated by the middle-aged man, and two of them were even seriously injured.

Chen Qiang saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but the martial arts of young people and middle-aged people are far different. This is a flaw, and he can't help much, except for stabbing people in the back.

"Chinese martial arts are indeed not as powerful as Oriental martial arts. We should learn Eastern martial arts in the future!"

"That's right, so many people can't beat one person, this martial art is not easy to learn!"

"I don't know if the old man can beat the Japanese samurai, let's see!"

……

The foreigners who watched the excitement around saw a few young people being defeated by the Orientals. They originally wanted to learn Chinese martial arts, but now they changed their minds and wanted to learn Oriental martial arts.

Chen Qiang looked at these laymen, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Mentally retarded, is this how martial arts are judged? Even if dozens of people hold guns in their hands, they are more capable than those with rocket launchers in their hands?"

Rose was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had heard it wrong, but seeing Chen Qiang looking at foreigners with disgust, she knew she had heard it right.

Although she is a foreigner, she has lived in China for many years. Although she has never practiced martial arts, she also knows that what Chen Qiang said is correct. Even if there are ten oriental warriors with middle-aged skills, they will not be Chen Qiang's opponent together.

"Old Wu Chengde, please enlighten Mr. Da Dao!" The old man cupped his hands and said, so many disciples under him were defeated, of course he couldn't stand by and act as if nothing happened.

"Chen Qiang, who do you think will win?" Rose asked, looking at Chen Qiang with eyes as blue as the sea.

Chen Qiang wanted to say that Wu Chengde would win, but he couldn't deceive himself, Wu Chengde's martial arts were good, if the opponent was a fifth-level warrior today, he still had hope of winning.

Unfortunately, Oshima is a sixth-level samurai and is about to become a seventh-level samurai.

"The Orientals will win!" Chen Qiang said casually, he is now considered a master of martial arts, and he said it very confidently.

Rose rolled her eyes and said, "Are you from China? Why do you always speak for the Orientals?"

Based on her judgment, even if the old man can't beat the middle-aged man, he can still fight to a tie. Unexpectedly, Chen Qiang was so sure that Wu Chengde would lose.

Chen Qiang smiled wryly. If he could win with his mouth in a martial arts competition, he would promise to say Wu Chengde won without hesitation.

In an instant, the two were killed together.

Wu Chengde is practicing Baguazhang, his palm movement looks so slow and soft, without any strength.

He was thin and skinny, as if he would be knocked down by Oshima with a single palm, which made people tremble with fear.

But every time Da Dao's palms fell, Wu Chengde was about to be hit, his palms could always block it properly, and his palms moved forward, forcing Da Dao to retreat.

This is the true meaning of Baguazhang. Although Wu Chengde didn't fully utilize it, he still exerted [-]% to [-]% of it.

Diligence can make up for lack of skill, and experience can make up for lack of skill, but if it goes on for a long time, it will expose its weaknesses.

Wu Chengde's strength lies in his solid basic skills and rich practical experience, but his talent is limited and his internal strength is not deep enough.

After more than 100 rounds, Wu Chengde was at a disadvantage...

Chapter 764 Chinese Kung Fu

When Da Dao saw Wu Chengde's appearance of defeat, he quickly lowered his palms like the wind, and kicked his left foot towards his chest.

Wu Chengde's left palm fell down, blocking Da Dao's left foot. Da Dao stood on the ground with one hand and kicked with both feet in a row, forcing Wu Chengde to retreat.

Wu Chengde's internal strength is not very deep, and he is very old. After fighting for so long, there are tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, showing that he is unable to do what he wants.

Da Dao stepped on the ground with both feet, turned his palms into fists, and attacked Wu Chengde's Shangsan Road.

The internal force in his fists increased sharply, Wu Chengde was caught off guard, and Wu Chengde retreated.

Da Dao chased after him, and punched Wu Chengde in the chest. This punch was so powerful and fierce that Wu Chengde retreated several steps, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to lose!" Chen Qiang sighed, feeling a little regretful and sympathetic to Wu Chengde.

Wu Chengde knew that if he continued to fight, he would lose even worse, so he cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Da Dao's martial arts are superb, I admire you!"

As soon as the words fell, he planned to take his disciples in.

Chen Qiang also planned to leave. There were winners and losers in the martial arts competition, and there was nothing to be surprised about.

However, he stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at the several Oriental warriors, with a bit of anger in his eyes.

Because he heard the oriental said: "Sure enough, he is the sick man of China. You can leave only after this plaque is hung on the door!"

My aunt can bear it, but neither can my uncle!

He can't control the Dongyang people's defeat of Wu Chengde, even if they smashed the martial arts gym, he doesn't care about his shit, but the Dongyang people want to hang this plaque, so they just can't get along with him.

Chen Qiang walked forward, Rose wanted to hold him, but was dragged by Chen Qiang to the side of several Orientals.

The gazes of the orientals immediately fell on Rose, and there was a hint of obscenity and evil in their eyes.

"Staring at people like this, aren't you afraid of going blind?" Chen Qiang said coldly, glaring at several people.

Frightened, several Japanese warriors took two steps back, and then surrounded them again.

"If you're smarter, get out of here immediately! Or I'll kill you!" An oriental warrior glared at Chen Qiang angrily, reaching out to grab Chen Qiang's collar and pull him back.

At this moment, Da Dao said loudly: "If you don't back down, who made you so unruly!"

He saw that Chen Qiang was not a soft persimmon, so he didn't want to have a conflict with Chen Qiang.

Chen Qiang raised his head and said, "Take this plaque, and you can get lost too!"

His voice was very calm, but it was like a sharp knife pierced into the chest of the Japanese warriors, making them nervous for no reason.

"Brat, don't be ashamed of your face, give it to me immediately..." An oriental samurai rushed towards Chen Qiang.

Before he could utter the last word, he was already lying on the ground, unconscious.

Everyone didn't see how Chen Qiang made a move at all, and they all looked at Chen Qiang dumbfounded.

Rose was also surprised - her mouth opened slightly. She had heard from Luo Pengcheng that Chen Qiang was a master of martial arts, and today was a real eye-opener.

Several other oriental samurai rushed towards Chen Qiang immediately, pulled out the samurai swords from their waists one by one, and fell down at lightning speed with incomparable speed.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The samurai swords collided with each other, and after an instant, everyone saw a few oriental samurai flying out, their noses and faces swollen.

"I'll say it again, take your plaque and get lost, or it won't be so simple!" With a smile on his face, Chen Qiang gently stretched his left palm forward, and the plaque landed in his hand superior.

Afterwards, Chen Qiang raised his left hand, and the plaque flew out of his hand and smashed towards Da Dao.

Da Dao immediately felt a huge pressure rushing towards his face, and the plaque was pressed down like a boulder.

He raised his palms, trying to stop the plaque, but the moment the plaque fell, Da Dao felt a sharp pain in his arms, as if he was about to be broken.

Chen Qiang stood where he was, with his right index finger moving left and right in the air. Everyone saw sawdust flying across the plaque.

Oshima wanted to shake off the plaque, but his palms seemed to be glued to his hands by the plaque, and he couldn't move.

A moment later, everyone saw that the words "Sick Man of Huaxia" were gone, and replaced by "Oriental Coward".