This bastard is really dishonest and dares to touch the president's calves.

Looking at Tang Long's expression, it seems that he is quite enjoying it.

"Bastard, please drive it for me!"

Xia Bingyao kicked Tang Long away with force.

But after kicking for a long time, he still couldn't kick Tang Long away.

Looking at Tang Long again, the hugging became tighter and tighter.

"Well, you won't click me, right?" Tang Lihua asked weakly.

Xia Bingyao grinded her teeth and said, "No!"

Tang Long grinned and said, "I don't believe it unless you are willing to swear!"

There was no choice but Xia Bingyao had to raise her hand and swear.

After Xia Bingyao made the oath, Tang Long leaned on the sofa.

“Hey, hey, hey.”

Seeing that Tang Long looked alright, Xia Bingyao couldn't help but kick Tang Long a few times.

Tang Long smiled and said, "Wife, what's the matter?"

"Well, you... have you peeked at me taking a shower?" Xia Bingyao bit her lip, her face blushing.

Tang Long shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, not once. You locked the door every time, how could I have a chance?"

Tang Long is not stupid. If he admits, he will not have any good fruits to eat.

Could it be that Tangtang told Tang Long?!

This is not impossible either.

As a child, after all, he is a child without restraint.

If Tang Long's temptation was tempted, Tangtang would probably find it difficult to withstand the temptation.

After Xia Bingyao went upstairs, Tang Long then curled his lips, "You Ye Wenrou, you dare to join forces with Xia Bingyao to trick me, Humph, let's take a look."

The next morning, Tang Long got up. After practicing boxing, he had breakfast with Xia Bingyao, Ye Wenrou and others.

Because of what happened last night, Xia Bingyao still didn't want to talk to Tang Long.

A woman’s heart, a needle under the sea!

Looking at Xia Bingyao's back as she left, Tang Long knew that he was eating bread boringly.

Ye Wenrou kept pestering Tang Long for Golden Sore Cream, but Tang Long refused.

There was no choice but Ye Wenrou had to go to work angrily.

"Tang Long, why haven't you come yet? Many museum owners have already been defeated by Miyamoto Kanji." At this time, Su Qingli called.

As a member of China, Su Qingli certainly didn't want to see Miyamoto's arrogant appearance.

Moreover, the superiors have issued an order to drive Miyamoto Hiroshi Sword back to the East.

Miyamoto Sword is a famous kendo master in the East and is not so easy to deal with.

In Su Qingli's opinion, only Tang Long can defeat him.

The entrance of the Erdaoliu Martial Arts Hall was crowded with people, most of whom were disciples from major martial arts halls and came to watch the battle.

Unfortunately, they did not have an invitation letter, so they could only stand at the door to watch the battle.

"Oh, I lost again!"

"No, right? Even Yu Da from Xingyi Boxing Gym can't stop Miyamoto's Three Swords of the Sword?!"

"Miyamoto's second sword flow is indeed powerful, both offense and defense, and it is very difficult to deal with. It is already very good to be able to block his three swords."

The people at the entrance of the Erdaoliu Martial Arts Hall started to talk, with mostly decadent expressions on their faces.

In the martial arts hall, all the owners were flirting with their faces and looked coldly at Miyamoto Kan Sword in the center of the martial arts hall, with most of their faces helpless.

Miyamoto Samichi smiled coldly and looked at the door from time to time.

"River Master, don't worry, I've done everything, I guess Tang Long can't get it." Ishidakawa said gloomyly.

Miyamoto Zangjian sneered: "It seems that the East China Sea will be the world of my second sword flowing in the future."

Just when Miyamoto's Sword was proud, Ryuji Ishida jogged over, with more anxiety on his face.

"The master of the stream, Mr. Qian wants to start the price." Ryuji Ishida said.

Miyamoto's eyes narrowed and said coldly: "How much does he want?"

"Ten million!" Ryuji Ishida said with a look of reluctance.

Before Miyamoto's Sword could speak, Ishidakawa on the side said indignantly: "Baga, these Chinese people are really greedy."

"Give it to him!"

Miyamoto Sakumiya said gritting his teeth.

Ryuji Ishida said with a worried look: "River Master, what if he raises the price again?"

"Hmph, the money will still be ours sooner or later, but let Mr. Qian save it first." As he said that, a killing intention flashed through Miyamoto's eyes.

Obviously, Miyamoto Kan Kan had murderous intentions at Mr. Qian Ba.

After the opening ceremony, I am afraid that Mr. Qian’s life will end.

At this moment, Dong Xian, the owner of the Zhengdao Pavilion, walked forward with an iron stick, and stomped the floor hard.

"Dong Xian, the owner of Zhengdao Pavilion." Dong Xian frowned and said coldly.

Miyamoto Kan walked across from Dong Xian with the Tiancongyun Sword in one hand and the imitated grass vine sword in the other.

"The master of the second sword flow, Miyamoto Kansai Sword, please give me advice!"

While speaking, Miyamoto Sect had already drawn the sword, and it was extremely fast. Fortunately, Dong Xian reacted quickly enough and kicked the iron stick with his right foot. Then he saw the iron stick hit Miyamoto Sect's chest hard.

Bang!

With a dull sound, Miyamoto's sword was shaken back by the iron rod.

"Good fight!"

"Haha, this is Mr. Dong's gossip stick, right? It's really amazing!"

"That's not, Mr. Dong's gossip stick is as fast as lightning, and as strong as a tiger!"

The other owners exclaimed.

As Miyamoto Kan said, among all the owners, Dong Xian is his strong enemy.

Especially Dong Xian’s gossip stick, there are a total of 64 changes, which are very strange.

Therefore, it is not easy for Miyamoto Kan to defeat Dong Xian.

However, looking at Miyamoto's expression, it seems that he is full of confidence.

"Come again!"

Miyamoto Zang Jian rushed up with his sword, and the sword shadows in his hand were dancing faster and faster, but they were resolved by Dong Xian every time.

Suddenly, Dong Xian was so fierce that he slashed it hard, but Miyamoto's sword could only swing the sword to block it, which seemed very difficult.

"Old Dong, come on, be sure to show my prestige of China!"

"Haha, the gossip stick is indeed very varied. After just a few sticks, the Japanese can't stand it anymore."

"That's right? If the Japanese hadn't relied on the Tiancongyun Sword in their hands, they might have been ruined by Mr. Dong!"

The owners watching the battle around were also excited and started to talk.

Just as Dong Xian was about to attack, he suddenly felt confused and his whole body began to tremble, especially with his right hand, he couldn't even hold the iron rod.

"Old Dong, what's wrong with you!"

Some of the museum owners noticed something abnormal and couldn't help asking with concern.

call.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Kan Sami finally breathed a sigh of relief and said sarcastically: "Old man, do you look so painful? Could it be that you are sick?"

"No... it's okay, keep... going!" Dong Xianqiang said with a determined look on his face.

brush!

Suddenly, Miyamoto Kan rushed forward again, and with a "pop" sound, Dong Xian's knee was scratched, and a stream of blood was spurted out soon.

"What happened? Why didn't Mr. Dong know how to fight back?"

"What's wrong, Mr. Dong's face turned blue, and he seemed to be poisoned!"

"What? Poisoning?! Could it be that someone poisoned Mr. Dong?!"

All the owners stood up together and looked at Dong Xian who was about to kneel down with concern.
Chapter completed!