"This girl is really spicy!"

"These so-called masters from West Asia are funny enough. They are not very strong, but they still have to make trouble everywhere and set up a small alliance. I really don't know what they say."

"They have a clear idea of ​​the tricks they are fighting. They just want to try to defeat some opponents before the Qianlong List Competition, haha! It's a pity that they made the wrong idea and shouldn't have come to trouble our Chinese masters. This is a sign of a brainlessness."

In the cafeteria, some of the few Chinese masters all started to tease with a smile.

No one would suspect that after Chen Xin chased him out, Sabah would definitely be in trouble.

ah!

Immediately afterwards, a scream of pain came from outside the cafeteria.

This sound was naturally made from Sabah's mouth, and he must have been beaten.

The diners in the cafeteria also showed a meaningful smile on their faces.

ah……

But then, a woman's scream rang out, "Jamude, you actually attacked me!"

"Sneaking?" Yang Shiwen stood up first, "Someone attacked Chen Xin, Brother Feng, will you help me this time?"

"Help!" Liu Feng also stood up.

"In our Chinese people's own territory, if a girl is bullied by foreigners, we are not worthy of being called martial artists." Lin Yichen stood up and actually walked out first.

"Jimu called out Jamud's name just now, haha! The boss of their West Asian minor league came, go and have a look."

"Jumud should be the only candidate for the West Asians to compete for a good ranking on the Hidden Dragon List. He will come out to find trouble now, aren't he afraid of being eliminated early?"

"Go and have a look. If Jamud really seeks death, I don't mind sending him a ride."

The others in the cafeteria also stood up and walked out quickly.

When Liu Feng and the other two went out, they happened to see Chen Xin retreating quickly. At this time, the clothes on her shoulders had a cross-shaped damaged one and were stained with blood.

Thirty meters away from Chen Xin, a young man holding a sword in one hand.

The young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, a chestnut fist hair, and two thin lips, exudes a bit of sinister aura.

This person is Jamud, a top master from Iro. The most attractive thing is the sword in Jamud's hand. His sword is completely different from the traditional Eastern sword. The sword body is narrow and long, a bit like the fencing used by ancient Western knights.

As for Sabah, he was lying beside Jamud at this time, his eyes were swollen like small steamed buns, and his hands were covering his stomach, and his body was arched like a cooked prawn.

At this time, there were also a group of people behind Jamud. These people looked similar to Westerners, and they were obviously from West Asia.

"So weak!"

Facing the Chinese masters who walked out of the canteen, Jiamude actually said in a slightly stiff Chinese language: "What is the Chinese martial arts myth that is undefeated? I don't think it's so good! Is there no decent master in China?"

"You are mean!"

Chen Xin was so angry that her murderous aura rose. She bit her white silver teeth and said, "You suddenly came out to attack me, but you dare to say that I am weak. If it is a one-on-one fight, I can beat a hundred of them."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to fight one-on-one, come and beat me!" Jamud shook the sword in his hand, his eyes still looked provocative.

"Okay, I'm...well!"

Leng Mei and Chen Xin really wanted to continue to take action, but as soon as she took a step, her feet became soft and she actually half-kneeled to the ground.

"Haha! Chinese girl, her legs were so scared that she was weak in front of Jamud?"

"If you don't have the courage, you can still make a fuck? Silly girls, if you meet Jamud and our West Asian masters in the future, you'd better be low-key."

"Huaxia girl, do you want to kneel down in front of Jamud like this? Hahaha..."

The West Asians behind Jamud smiled and ridiculed them with grim grim smiles. It seemed that Jamud in front of them was their Liu.

"It's poison!"

From the Chinese side, a young bald man in ordinary sportswear said, "Donor Chen Xin was poisoned, but I, a Shaolin disciple, are not good at detoxification."

"It's the poison of the vines of the Siyaro."

At this time, Liu Feng walked to Chen Xin, squatted down and grabbed her wrist, and said while taking her pulse: "This poison is not fatal in a short period of time, but it will make the muscles weak for a period of time. The most terrible thing is that if you cannot detoxify, your muscles will slowly atrophy in the future until you lose your ability to move."

"You, don't need to help me." Chen Xin glared at Liu Feng and said in a low voice.

"I'm not just helping you now, but protecting the face of Chinese people." As Liu Feng spoke, he had already twisted out three silver needles in his hand and stabbed them on Chen Xin'er's body.

snort!

At the same time, Jamud said coldly: "I know it is the poison of Luomanzhu vine. You dare to apply needles randomly. Can this poison be solved with just a few needles?"

All the Chinese present frowned at the same time. These real martial arts masters had limited understanding of medicine and were even more unlikely to understand the poisons abroad. Seeing that Jamude was so confident and arrogant, everyone could not help but worry.

But Liu Feng suddenly said, "Is this poison awesome? Not to mention the tiny Luoman vine poison, even the poison of your Xiya Red Scorpion, I can still remove it with three needles."

Bang...puff!

While saying this, Liu Feng quickly pulled out three needles, then gently patted Chen Xin's shoulders, and a black blood line shot out along the wound on Chen Xin's shoulder.

"Okay, you can rest for two minutes and ensure you recover completely."

After doing all this, Liu Feng stood up again, raised his hand and pointed at Jamude, and then hooked his finger contemptuously, "Come on, I will fight you one-on-one. If you can't beat you down within three moves, I will lose."

Wow!

This sentence is so shocking. Even the experts on China are all thundered.

"Friend, I admire your domineeringness, but your words are a bit too, too full, and it's hard to accept."

"Yes, my friend, you don't need to say three moves, five moves or ten moves, just win him."

"Oh! Forget it, no matter whether you can win or not, I admire you too if you dare to say three moves to defeat Jamud."

On the Chinese side, many people are asking to help Liu Feng smooth things over. When facing the enemy, no matter whether there will be competition in the future, most Chinese can still ensure national unity.

However, the bald young man who claimed to be from the Shaolin sect glanced at Liu Feng with contempt and said impatiently: "I appreciate your domineeringness, this little donor, but being too domineering is equivalent to bragging."

oh?

Liu Feng turned his head and looked at the bald young man, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The bald young man was also looking at Liu Feng, and still said with a bad attitude: "You don't have to look at me like this. I am Shi Chanxin from the Shaolin Sect. I have been unable to stand up for people like you who can only speak big talk since I was a child. But for your good medical skills and cure Miss Chen Xin, I will hold you up to defeat Jamude in one hand and don't be so arrogant in the future."

"So he is Shi Chanxin." "This powerful monk who claims to never participate in the ranking of the Heavenly List was once the bull who had defeated the third place in the Heavenly List!"

"Although Shi Chanxin does not participate in the ranking of the Tianlist, his fame is quite high, even as famous as Su Mo, the number one in the Tianlist, and is known as Shaolin Chanxin and Wudang Su Mo."

Other Chinese masters all showed awe of this young bald man. It seems that this Shi Chanxin is very famous in the Chinese martial arts world.

As for Liu Feng, his fame is spread in the army and in the upper class, so in the circle of the real martial arts world, he is more famous here, and obviously everyone will pay more attention to Shi Chanxin.

After hearing everyone's discussion, Shi Chanxin's mouth inadvertently raised a smug curve, indicating that although this guy does not participate in the ranking of the Tianlist, he is actually an existence that he hopes to receive attention.

"Okay, everyone doesn't have to be so arrogant."

Shi Chanxin waved his hand and looked at Liu Feng, "And you, I didn't mean to target you. I just hope you will learn to be modest."

"Brain-dead!"

Liu Feng glanced at Shi Chanxin, then walked towards Jamude, "Come on, defeat you in three moves, and then I have to go back and rest."

"Arrogant!"

Jia Mude, standing opposite Liu Feng, and Shi Chanxin, who was standing behind Liu Feng, roared these two words in unison.

Swish!

But Liu Feng didn't care at all. His figure suddenly shook, and it shot like a lightning bolt across from Jamud.

Although Jamude was arrogant, the speed Liu Feng showed during this movement had already made him feel tremendous pressure. He held the sword in both hands and slashed forward suddenly, "Go to die!"

The sword was fierce and fast, and Liu Feng's body that pounced in front of him was cut into two.

Wow!

At this moment, both the West Asians and the Chinese exclaimed in surprise.

However, with one sword, Jamude was not at all happy, because he knew that he had just cut off a shadow.

"die!"

After failing to hit the sword, Jamud swept his sword without any hesitation.

Another afterimage was cut into pieces by a sword, but the real Liu Feng had already appeared behind Jamude.

Swish!

Jamud was really powerful. He didn't turn around, and he didn't even turn his head. He adjusted the sword in his hand back and stabbed it backwards from his armpit.

"You have a good reaction and a strong sense of combat, but it's a pity..."

Liu Feng's voice sounded in Jamude's ear, and a sword light that seemed to appear in the air flashed on Jamude's neck. "It's a pity that you can't move in front of me, and you don't have enough flexible footwork and body skills to guarantee it. Even if your sword move is sharp, it is just a frightening decoration."

At this time, Liu Feng had appeared in front of Jamude again. Liu Feng held a foot-long scimitar in his right hand, and the sharp blade pressed against Jamude's neck, flowing with a cold light.

At this time, Jamud's face was as ugly as he was. He was not only the number one master in Iran, but almost faintly had the atmosphere of being the number one master in West Asia.

But when facing Liu Feng, after he used three swords in a row, he won him with just one blow. This blow was enough to leave a shadow that would never be erased in the heart of a martial artist.

"Monk, how do you look at Liu Feng's kung fu? Do you need to support the crazy words he said?"

At the same time, Yang Shiwen suddenly raised her snow-white and arrogant chin and looked at Shi Mude with her little head tilted. "Although I haven't seen behind you, I think... Brother Feng is much better than you."
Chapter completed!