Beating downed by slippers?

It's so embarrassing. I'm still the son of Miyamoto Kanjian, the master of the Oriental Second Swords, after all. Can you Chinese give me some face?

Miyamoto Kuraki climbed up from the ground and shouted wildly: "Baga, which bastard hit me with slippers? Do you still want to get stuck on the earth? Do you know who I am?"

The Erdao Liu disciples following Miyamoto Kuraki were also angry and looked at the crowd together.

Almost at the same time, everyone gave up a way.

"It's me!"

At this time, Tang Long walked over with his right foot naked.

Miyamoto Kuraki threw his slippers over and cursed angrily: "Baga, come and kneel down to apologize? Otherwise I will kill you!"

Looking at the flying slippers, Tang Long raised his right foot and put on the slippers again.

"Miyamoto Kuraki, you are not dead?" At this time, Tang Long walked in. When he looked at Old Man Wu on the ground, his face was extremely gloomy.

At this time, Mr. Wu's right hand was trampled and his chest was burned with boiling water.

When Tang Long approached, Miyamoto Kuraki was so scared that his legs became weak and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up... and go find the eldest brother!"

One of the Second Daoliu disciples rushed out of the water room in a hurry.

Tang Long did not stop him, and he also wanted to see how strong this so-called senior brother is.

"Old Mr. Wu, what's going on?" Tang Long helped Old Mr. Wu up and asked nervously.

Mr. Wu said with red eyes: "It was this Japanese man who hit me. He insisted that I hit him, and even scalded me with boiling water. He forced me to kneel down and apologize. I would rather die than obey, so he stepped on my right hand with his feet."

KAKA.

Tang Long gritted his teeth and said with a murderous look on his face: "Miyamoto Kuraki, is this true?"

"Tang Long, you...what do you want to do? Let me tell you, my senior brother is a master of Erdaoliu. Even if you are tactful, you may not be his opponent, so you can get out of the way, otherwise I want you to look good." Miyamoto Kuraki shouted stutteringly.

Bang.

Before Miyamoto Kuraki could finish his speech, Tang Long rushed over, slapped him and slapped Miyamoto Kuraki to the ground.

"Baga, do you dare to hit our young master?" Almost at the same time, the two-dao Liu disciples rushed towards Tang Long.

Bang bang bang.

After a few punches, the disciples of the second sword were knocked away and their backs hit the wall heavily. Finally, they slipped into the wall and spitted white foam in their mouths.

"Okay, good fight!"

"It's so satisfying. This Japanese devil is used to being arrogant. He even called the hospital cleaner yesterday."

"Scum, this kind of person should go to prison."

Seeing that Tang Long instantly knocked out the second sword disciples, everyone applauded.

At this time, Miyamoto Kuraki was finally a little scared and his teeth began to tremble.

Miyamoto Kuraki can only pray that his senior brother can come faster, otherwise he will definitely be killed by Tang Long.

"Damn, I am a very principled person. If someone respects me, I will give you one foot. Similarly, if someone bullies me, I will give you one foot."

Tang Long picked up a kettle and said with a cold look on his face: "You just burned Mr. Wu with a pot of boiling water, so I will repay it with ten pots of boiling water."

hiss.

When they heard ten pots of boiling water, the onlookers took a breath of air conditioning.

Seeing Tang Long unscrew the pot plug, Miyamoto Kuraki called for help and said, "Help."

Crazy.

A pot of boiling water fell down, and Miyamoto Kuraki's right calf was directly scalded and swollen.

"Ah, it hurts... it hurts!" Miyamoto Kuraki hugged his right calf, his face turned pale, and he began to roll on the ground.

Tang Long opened another hot pot and said coldly: "From now on, you are not allowed to shout. If you shout more, I will pour an extra pot of boiling water."

"Baga, you...!"

At this time, Miyamoto Kuraki finally knew what retribution was.

Miyamoto Kuraki was so arrogant before, but who would have thought that he would enjoy the same treatment in a minute.

Miyamoto Kuraki also heard about Tang Long's decisive killing, from his elder brother Miyamoto Rukawa.

It was already a lucky chance that I was punched by Tang Long in the villa last time.

But Miyamoto Kuraki knew that Tang Long would definitely not let him go this time.

Crazy.

Another pot of boiling water was poured down, and Miyamoto Kuraki thrust his whole body, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to scream.

Crazy.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Long poured a pot of boiling water on Miyamoto Kuraki's left arm.

After pouring nine pots of boiling water in succession, Miyamoto Kuraki's whole body was burned to a distortion.

When Tang Long poured boiling water, Miyamoto Kuraki fainted three times in pain and was scalded three times.

"Don't worry, I, Tang Long, keep my word. Ten pots are ten pots, and now there is only the last pot left." Tang Long grinned, and held a cigarette in his mouth, looking down at Miyamoto Kuraki who was smoking on the ground.

Miyamoto Kuraki sobbed and cried, "Hurry up... hurry up, there's still a pot."

Tag.

Tang Long took a sip of cigarette and smiled and said, "Hehe, why are you anxious? Let's wait until the water boils?"

puff.

Miyamoto Kuraki, who was pumping on the ground, almost vomited blood in anger. He still had water boiling, and then I said that I was going to kill my rhythm?

This is when an American man with a double knife rushed over, with a mustache and a braid tied with a very stylish look.

"Senior Brother, he is Tang Long!" The former disciple of Erdaoliu pointed at Tang Long and shouted.

The Dongyang beard slowly pulled out his swords and said coldly: "Tang Lijun, give me some face and let Kuraki go."

"You have a brain disease, right?" Tang Long said in a daze.

The Dongyang mustache shouted angrily: "What did you say?"

"Who the hell are you? Do I know you? I asked me to give you face as soon as I came up. Are we very familiar with each other?" Tang Long smiled angrily and looked at Shi Tianlongyi with a look of idiots.

Ryuichi Ishida was furious and said, "Baga, you don't even know me Ryuichi Ishida? How do you do it? I am the eldest disciple of Miyamoto Sword, the master of the second sword of the East. I am known as the most talented person in the East. I once blocked Ye Wushen's move and was praised by Ye Wushen on the spot, saying that I have the strength that is not inferior to the Earth List."

Tang Long smiled angrily and said, "Are you an idiot? Why do I know you?"

"Baga, a Chinese dog who can't even make the ground list dares to talk to me like this? Well, let me, Ishida Ryuichi, come and learn your tricks and see if your mouth is as good as your skills." As he said that, Ishida Ryuichi swung his swords and rushed towards Tang Long.

I have to say that Ryuichi Ishida's posture is quite handsome, with a rotating spiral slash, like an electric fan, swinging his arms and slashing at Tang Long's sky spirit cover.

Bang!

Suddenly, Tang Long kicked him and directly stepped on the 42-size shoe print on Ryuichi Ishida's face. Ryuichi Ishida himself was also pressed against the wall by Tang Long.

Tang Long spat a mouthful of cigarette at Ishida Long and said disdainfully: "You are so weak, don't come to China to scatter, otherwise you won't even know how to die?"
Chapter completed!