Chapter 363 Brother Feng Is Much Stronger than You

"This girl is really hot enough!"

"These so-called masters from West Asia are ridiculous enough to compare. They are obviously not very strong, but they have to find trouble everywhere, and even set up a small alliance. I really don't know what it means."

"Everyone knows their ghost idea. They just want to beat as many opponents as possible before the Qianlong ranking competition, haha! It's a pity that they have the wrong idea. They shouldn't come to trouble our Huaxia masters. This is Brainless performance."

In the cafeteria, some of the few Chinese masters laughed and laughed at this moment.

No one doubted that after Chen Xin chased him out, that Sabah would definitely be miserable.

ah!

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

The sound naturally came from Sabah's mouth, he must have been beaten.

The diners in the canteen all had meaningful smiles on their faces at the same time.

ah……

But then, a woman screamed, "Jamud, you actually attacked me!"

"Sneak attack?" Yang Shiwen stood up first, "Someone sneaked up on Chen Xin, Brother Feng, can you help me this time?"

"Help!" Liu Feng also stood up.

"In our Chinese territory, if a girl is bullied by a foreigner, we are not worthy of being called martial arts practitioners." Lin Yichen got up and walked out first.

"Just now Chen Xin called out Jammud's name, ha ha! The boss of their West Asian minor league has come, let's go and have a look."

"Jamud should be the only candidate from West Asia to compete for a good position on the Qianlong list. He is running out to find trouble now, isn't he afraid of being out early?"

"Go and see, if Jammud really wants to die, I don't mind giving him a ride."

Everyone else in the cafeteria also got up and walked out quickly.

When Liu Feng and the others went out, they happened to see Chen Xin stepping back quickly. At this time, a cross-shaped tear appeared on the clothes on her shoulders, and they were already stained red with blood.

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

This young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high bridge of nose, a head of chestnut hair, and two thin lips, exuding a bit of a sinister air.

This person is Jammud, a supreme master from Iran. What attracts the most attention is the sword in Jammud's hand. His sword is completely different from the traditional oriental sword. The sword is long and narrow, a bit like the fencing used by ancient western knights.

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

At this time, a group of people followed Jammud. These people all looked similar to Westerners and were obviously from West Asia.

"It's so weak!"

Facing a group of Chinese masters who came out of the cafeteria, Jammud actually said in a slightly blunt Chinese language: "What is the myth of Chinese martial arts being undefeated? I think it's really not that good! Doesn't China have decent masters? "

"You mean!"

Chen Xin was so angry that his killing intent rose, and he gritted his white teeth and said, "You suddenly came out to attack me, and you still dare to say that I am weak. If it was a one-on-one fight, an old woman like you could beat a hundred of them."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to fight one-on-one, come and hit me!" Jammud waved the long sword in his hand, his eyes were still provocative.

"Okay, I'll just...um!"

Leng Mei and Chen Xin really wanted to continue to attack, but as soon as she took a step, her feet softened, and she even half-knelt on the ground.

"Haha! Miss Huaxia, your legs are so frightened that your legs are weak in front of Jammud, right?"

"Don't have the guts to still knitting? Bastard, if you meet Jammud and our masters from West Asia in the future, you'd better keep a low profile."

"Huaxia girl, you kneel in front of Jammud, do you want to kneel... lick? Hahaha..."

The West Asians behind Jammud smiled triumphantly and ridiculed, as if Jammud in front of them was theirs.

"It's poison!"

From the Chinese side, a young bald man in ordinary sportswear said: "Chen Xin's benefactor has been poisoned.

But as a Shaolin disciple, I am not good at detoxification. "

"It's the poison of the Sialo vine."

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

"You, I don't need you to help me." Chen Xin glared at Liu Feng and whispered.

"I'm not just helping you now, but protecting the face of the Chinese people." As Liu Feng spoke, he twisted out three silver needles and stabbed Chen Xiner's body separately.

snort!

At the same time, Jammud said coldly: "You know it's the poison of the vine, but you dare to use needles indiscriminately. Can this poison be cured with just a few needles?"

All the Chinese people present frowned at the same time. These real martial arts masters have limited knowledge of medicine, let alone foreign poisons. Seeing that Jammud is so confident and arrogant, everyone is unavoidably worried.

But Liu Feng suddenly said, "Is this kind of poison very powerful? Not to mention the poison of the small vine vine, even the poison of your West Asian red scorpion, I can still get rid of it with three injections."

Pop... poof!

At the same time as he said these words, Liu Feng quickly pulled out the three needles, and then patted Chen Xin's shoulder lightly, a black blood line shot out along the wound on Chen Xin's shoulder.

"Okay, you rest for two minutes to make sure you fully recover."

After Liu Feng finished all this, he stood up again, raised his hand and pointed at Jammud, and then hooked his fingers contemptuously, "Come on, I will challenge you one-on-one, if I can't knock you down within three moves, I will lose."

Whoa!

This sentence is too shocking, even the masters on the Huaxia side were shocked enough by the thunder.

"Friend, I admire your arrogance, but what you said is a bit too, too, too full, it's not easy to accept."

"Yes, my friend, you don't need to say three tricks, five tricks or ten tricks, as long as you win him."

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

On the Huaxia side, many people open their mouths to help Liu Feng smooth things over. When facing the enemy, no matter whether there will be competition in the future, most Huaxia people can still guarantee national unity.

However, the bald young man who claimed to be from the Shaolin School cast a contemptuous glance at Liu Feng, and said impatiently: "My little benefactor, I appreciate your dominance, but too much domineering is tantamount to bragging. "

oh?

Liu Feng turned his head to look at the bald young man with a look of coldness in his eyes.

The bald young man was also looking at Liu Feng, and still said with a very bad attitude: "You don't have to look at me that way, I am Shi Chanxin from the Shaolin School, and the poor monk has never been used to you who can only talk big For the sake of your good medical skills and the fact that you cured Miss Chen Xin, I will hold you accountable for defeating Jammud with three tricks, so don’t be so rampant in the future.”

"It turns out that he is Shi Chanxin." "This powerful monk who claims to never participate in the ranking of the Tianbang once defeated the bull who ranked third in the Tianbang!"

"Although Shi Chanxin doesn't participate in the ranking of the Tianbang, his reputation is quite high. He is even as famous as Su Mo who is number one on the Tianbang. He is known as Shaolin Chanxin and Wudang Sumo."

The other Chinese masters all showed respect for this bald young man. It seems that this Shi Chanxin is very famous in the Chinese martial arts world.

As for Liu Feng, his fame spreads among the military and the upper class, so in the circle of real martial arts, so compared to fame here, everyone will obviously pay more attention to explaining Zen.

After hearing everyone's comments, the corner of Shi Chanxin's mouth inadvertently raised a smug smile, indicating that although this guy does not participate in the ranking of the heaven list, he is actually an existence that desperately wants to be noticed.

"Okay, everyone doesn't need to lift up the poor monk so much."

Shi Chanxin waved his hands, and looked at Liu Feng specifically, "And you, I didn't mean to target you. The poor monk just hopes that you will learn to be humble."

"moron!"

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

"Arrogance!"

Jammud, who was standing opposite Liu Feng, and Shi Chanxin, who was standing behind Liu Feng, yelled these two words in unison.

Swish!

It's just that Liu Feng didn't care at all, his figure suddenly swayed, and it shot to the opposite of Jammud like a bolt of lightning.

Although Jammud was arrogant, Liu Feng's speed of movement had already made him feel tremendous pressure. He held the sword in both hands and slashed forward, "Go to hell!"

This sword was fierce and fast, and Liu Feng's figure, which was thrown in front of him, was cut in two.

Whoa!

At this moment, both the West Asians and Chinese people all exclaimed in unison.

However, when Jammud was cut out with a sword, he didn't feel any joy at all, because he knew that what he cut off was just an afterimage.

"die!"

After the sword missed, Jammud swung his sword across with almost no hesitation.

Another afterimage was cut in two by a sword, but the real Liu Feng had already appeared behind Jammud.

Swish!

This Jammud was really powerful, he didn't turn around, he didn't even turn his head back, the long sword in his hand moved backwards, stabbing back suddenly from his armpit.

"Your reaction is good, and your combat awareness is also very strong, but it's a pity..."

Liu Feng's voice sounded in Jiamud's ear, and at the same time, a knife light that seemed to appear out of nowhere flashed on Jiamud's neck, "Unfortunately, you can't move in front of me, and you don't have enough flexible footwork and body skills to protect you. No matter how sharp your sword moves are, they are just a bluffing display."

At this time, Liu Feng had appeared in front of Jammud again. Liu Feng was holding a machete with a length of one foot in his right hand. The sharp blade pressed against Jammud's neck, flowing with a cold light.

At this time, Jammud's face was as ugly as he wanted. Not only was he the number one expert in Iran, he almost had the appearance of the number one expert in all of West Asia.

But in the face of Liu Feng, after he used three swords in a row, he was defeated with only one sword. This kind of blow is enough to leave a shadow that will never be erased in the heart of a martial arts practitioner.

"Monk, what do you think of Liu Feng's kung fu? Do you need to support his crazy words?"

At the same time, Yang Shiwen suddenly raised her white and proud chin, tilted her head to look at Shi Mude, "Although I haven't seen your back, but I think... Brother Feng is much stronger than you. "