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159 Chinese have never been the sick man of East Asia

As if to prove his words, Taylor sneered and jumped into the ring.

"Chinese monkeys, stop your clumsy performances!"

Taylor walked to a Hongquan disciple, and without saying a word, he punched the Hongquan disciple. The Hongquan disciple raised his arms to resist, and only heard two light sounds of "crack and crack", and his arms were interrupted by him. Taylor followed with an uppercut, knocking the Hongquan disciple directly and fell heavily under the boxing ring.

"Junior brother!"

Several Hongquan disciples wanted to step down to save people, but were blocked by Taylor and smashed them like raindrops. The Hongquan disciples were knocked to the ground one by one by one, but no one could block his two or three punches!

"Chinese Kung Fu is all garbage!"

Tayley pointed to the fallen disciple of Hongquan: "The sick husband of East Asia will always be the sick husband of East Asia, hahaha!"

He is the new heavyweight boxing champion in the UK. Even in the ancestral land of Britain, he has a certain status. He should not make trouble for nothing and deliberately provoke conflicts between China and the United States. However, this time he took Baker's benefits to make trouble for nothing. In his opinion, these Chinese boxers are just yellow-skinned monkeys, and they will beat them if they beat them.

All the Chinese in the audience were furious. People from major martial arts halls stood up to accuse Taylor. Even Fei Bo was so angry that his fat body was shaking constantly, and he almost couldn't help but pull out his gun.

However, when I remembered Liu Fu's explanation, Fei Bo still suppressed his anger and shouted: "Don't be confused, everyone, don't be confused, I will protest to the ghost guy on behalf of everyone..."

Protest? Protest your paralysis!

If others can tolerate it, how can Hong Zhennan still tolerate it? His disciple was beaten unreasonably by Tayle in public. If he doesn't stand up again, will he still have to mess up in the future?

After instructing the disciples to place several injured disciples, Hong Zhennan pulled up a dry land and jumped onto the boxing ring, pointing to Tailai: "White-skinned pig, I will fight you! I have no resentment in life and death, do you dare to take it?"

This is Hong Quan's business. Hong Zhennan must appear, and Zhou Wenqiang is not good at taking the lead. He just walked to the side of the boxing ring and was ready to rescue Hong Zhennan at any time.

After hearing the translation hosted by the ghost guy, Taylor sneered? He rushed over and punched Hong Zhen to the south gate.

Hong Zhennan's hands crossed the iron door bolt and took Tayle's punch. He felt his arms tremble, as if he was hit by a huge force? He was secretly shocked. He quickly made a mistake, took off his strength and turned around, and swept his palm to the back of Tayle's head.

“Stop!”

The ghost referee hugged Hong Zhennan and shouted: "Foof? Foul! Don't go around the opponent and attack in the boxing game? Don't attack the back of the head!"

"Don't use your legs!"

"Don't attack the block and eyes! Chinese, have you heard it clearly?"

"I heard it clearly!"

Hong Zhennan snorted coldly, shook his hands, walked back to the front, competed with the Dantian, clenched his fist in front of his shoulders with his right hand? Three-display of the left hand, pulling the qi and stretching the ribs? Qi is out of the Du meridian!

Hongquan emphasizes Zhou Tian’s breath, and his energy is so strong that he is extremely fierce. Although Hong Zhennan is already in his fifties, as long as he raises this tone, he can still compete with the heavyweight boxing champion Taylor.
Chapter completed!
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