Fei Jingting stood on the stage, watching several ronin dragging the bloody Mizuno out of the drum, and he had a rough understanding of his own power.
Without the need for true energy, his physical body naturally strengthened after breaking through the realm twice. Fei Jingting's strength was no worse than those of so-called strong men and boxers.
When he used his true energy, his strength simply increased exponentially. He had just used a little bit of his true energy to beat Mizuno like this. If he used all his strength, he would be able to crush the person's head on the spot.
At the moment of Yin and Yang, a ghost belonging to Shui Ye floated out, floating in the air for only a moment, and then dissipated without a trace. Although he had seen it before, Fei Jingting couldn't help but sigh. It seems that these days
There is no such thing as the underworld. If you can't cultivate to become an immortal while alive, it will be over once and for all if you die. Don't even think about cultivating ghosts and immortals and lingering for a while.
Huh? That guy Mizuno seems to be Japanese, and I don’t know if he is under the jurisdiction of the native underworld.
He was thinking divergently, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. This time he had the record of killing Shui Ye, but no one looked down upon him. He really was Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, with the bearing of a master!
The rogues quit, and with a shout, they drew their samurai swords and surrounded Fei Jingting in a blink of an eye.
Fei Jingting collected his attention, looked at the seven ronin surrounding him, and sneered: "What's the matter? You can't fight one-on-one, so why not fight in a group?"
Xiaosong, who had the best relationship with Mizuno, gritted his teeth and said: "You killed Mizuno, a Chinese, and I want you to pay with your life!"
"Oh, you mean the life and death certificate you signed just now is bullshit?"
Seeing the situation change in the audience, the Chinese people gave up and cursed one after another. Yang Jinglin in the front row stood up and took out the pistol from his waist: "Young man, let's see who dares to touch Mr. Fei today!"
Just kidding, there are just a few rogues, Fei Xian can wipe them out with just one spell, so if we don't show off now, how long will it take?
Seeing that their immediate boss had used a gun, a group of patrolmen who were watching the excitement stopped. They did not dare to enter the concession with guns, but they had a lot of weapons in their hands, including black and white sticks, iron rulers handed down from the Qing Dynasty, and
Some took out horn knives, and there were all kinds of weapons.
The already agitated students gave up. They rarely stood together with the patrol officers, shouting shocking slogans and arousing the emotions of the Chinese people.
The crowd was so excited for a moment that the Ronin in the ring were so frightened that they were hesitant, not knowing what to make next.
Just at this moment, Kurosaki, who had been staring at Fei Jingting, came over and slapped Xiaosong on the face: "Baga!"
"Hayi!"
"Idiot, put away your sword! Since you have signed a life and death certificate, you have to admit defeat. How can the warriors of the empire act like scoundrels and act like they can't defeat them?"
"Hayi!"
Several rogues were unwilling to do so, but they still took advantage of the situation and put away their katana swords.
Kurosaki waved his hand casually and told the ronors to carry Mizuno's body and get out. He turned to look at Fei Jingting with interest and said in unfamiliar Chinese: "Ah, ah, ah, Fei Sang is very powerful, I admire you.
Arnold...I have a heartfelt request."
"explain."
Kurosaki bowed to Fei Jingting with a serious look on his face and said, "Please Fei Sang... you must have a fight with me!"
Fei Jingting glanced at the audience and thought to himself, just hit him. His emotions were already here... Besides, it didn't take much time.
So he said, "Okay, do you want to sign a life and death certificate?"
"No, no, no..." Kurosaki waved his hands happily: "...Yes...well, a competition. Yes, in your Chinese language, it is a competition."
Kurosaki began to move around and introduced himself: "I, Kenta Kurosaki, have studied jujitsu and tangshou in Ryukyu. The reason for coming to China this time is to compete with Chinese masters and improve my martial arts. Feisang
, thank you for your help.”
Fei Jingting became interested and asked, "Aren't you going to take revenge for that Mizuno?"
"Revenge? That was Mizuno's own choice. He died in the duel and it has nothing to do with me."
Understand, this guy named Kurosaki probably doesn't know Mizuno very well, so he doesn't care about Mizuno's life or death. This guy sounds like a martial arts fanatic, and he's happy to see him, and he plans to challenge him.
Tsk, this is a bit troublesome... we can't be too harsh.
If you don't sign a life and death certificate, even if you accidentally kill a Japanese, the consul will put pressure on you and you will have to walk around in pain. Anyway, Jinmen will have no way to stay by then.
"Just a discussion?"
"It's good to learn from each other."
Fei Jingting smacked his lips, disappointed: "Okay, then hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to have lunch."
"Ha Yi, Feisang, then I'm welcome."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kurosaki Kenta put on a posture and came closer little by little. Fei Jingting felt that the opponent's posture was familiar, and after thinking about it, he realized that it was a bit like karate.
But he was ignorant. The so-called Tang Shou was the predecessor of karate.
Tang Shou was not created by the Japanese themselves. It was the Ryukyus who came to China during the Ming Dynasty and learned a few moves from people in the martial arts circles at that time. They then blended and innovated them themselves, and this is how Tang Shou came into existence.
The two of them gradually approached, and Kurosaki yelled, then punched him in the chest.
His speed was good and his strength was strong, but it was not enough against Fei Jingting. Fei Jingting didn't use his energy, he just thought he was punching and slowly dealt with Kurosaki.
After joining hands in twos and twos, Fei Jingting took off the opponent's punch and drove the opponent around in a circle. With a slight push, Kurosaki took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.
Kurosaki couldn't believe it. He sat on the ground and asked, "Feisang, what kind of trick is this?"
"Taihe Quan."
"Suga, Taihe Fist is very powerful! I have already lost, but please give me some more advice!"
Kurosaki was quite thick-skinned. He got up and came over to fight. After a few moments, he was led by Fei Jingting, stirred by garlic at his feet, and fell to the ground again.
"Feisang's Taihe Quan is very similar to the legendary Tai Chi."
Fei Jingting saw that this man was indeed a martial arts fanatic, but he no longer thought of making a killing move. He replied: "Taihe and Taichi are both Taoist skills."
"Please give me some more advice on that arc!"
Again?
Fei Jingting had lost interest for a long time. How could he have time to waste time with a Japanese martial arts idiot? In a hand-to-hand exchange, Fei Jingting used a little strength this time and kicked Kurosaki in the abdomen. Kurosaki took ten steps back and walked straight ahead.
Fell off the stage.
Fortunately, there were two ronin watching the fight and catching him quickly, otherwise Kurosaki would have been injured this time.
After a while, Kurosaki climbed onto the ring with his teeth bared and bowed to Fei Jingting: "Thank you Fei Sang for your teaching. As expected, there are many capable people in martial arts. Arnold... Your Excellency, can I become your teacher?"
"Afraid that Fei Jingting would disagree, the guy quickly explained: "You just need to teach me some basics."
Fei Jingting was happy and said, "I taught you just now. How much you can understand depends on your own understanding."
"Ah...is that so?"
"Otherwise, do you think you can still get up?"
Kenta Kurosaki thought about it. Fei Jingting had just punched Mizuno to death, and he had fallen so many times and been kicked. Apart from a slight pain, it seemed like nothing serious had happened.
He immediately bowed seriously: "Teacher, I'm so grateful."
Fei Jingting waved his hand and ignored the martial arts idiot, and Shi Shiran got off the ring.
People came up to talk to each other one after another, congratulating one another, congratulating that one; one said that Fei Jingting was very skilled, and the other said that his words and deeds had greatly boosted the aspirations of the people of the country.
Fei Jingting dealt with them one by one and finally got away. Looking around, he found Fu Yunzhao hiding in the corner, like a squirrel, stuffing something into his mouth.
He walked over and asked, "What are you eating secretly?"
With bright eyes and white teeth, the little girl took out a chestnut from the oil paper bag and said, "Roasted chestnuts with sugar, do you want to eat them?"
"If you don't eat...you eat so much, can you still eat at noon?"
Fu Yunzhao looked stunned: "Is there something delicious for lunch?"
At this time, Yang Jinglin was seen walking over and said with a high-spirited smile: "Mr. Fei, today's battle is very gratifying. I have reserved the first floor of the Shunde Hotel to celebrate Mr. Fei. Please do not refuse, Mr. Fei."
Li Zhizhang also came over and shouted: "Brother Fei, you have to go. This is such a great thing, I really need to celebrate!"
This Shunde Hotel is not a restaurant run by Chinese people, it is run by an authentic British guy. Many celebrities come to Tianjin and stay at Shunde Hotel, and President Yuan Da signed the 21 items there.
Yang Jinglin has spent a lot of money this time. He rented out the first floor of the Shunde Hotel for several thousand yuan.
The hospitality was hard to deny. Fu Yunzhao had been traveling around all day long and had heard about Shunde Hotel. When he heard about it, his eyes lit up. He came over and shook Fei Jingting's arm and said: "Brother Jingting, let's go. I heard
Said the things there are very expensive!”
For Fu Yunzhao, expensive means good, and good means delicious. Otherwise, why would it be so expensive?
Yes, then don’t be pretentious. Fei Jingting readily agreed, and Yang Jinglin immediately became happy.
He came over and said in a low voice: "Mr. Fei, the person here this time is Governor Cao. Governor Cao comes from a military background and is a bit uncouth in his speech. Please bear with me."
Oh, the love is not just for yourself, Yang Jinglin's calculations are ringing.
Not to mention that Fei Jingting and Fu Yunzhao were surrounded by people and drove all the way to the Shunde Hotel. In today's ring battle, Mizuno was beaten to death with one punch, teased Kurosaki several times, and the crowd dispersed. The news about Fei Jingting seemed to be endless.
It was like breaking a leg, and it spread to everyone in an instant.
There was a tabloid reporter at the scene, so he immediately found a place to immerse himself in writing. The newspaper office that got the news quickly sent a reporter to visit, but the result was in vain. This regret cannot be mentioned.
Mr. Yan and Mr. Zhang met again today to discuss Beichen University. After receiving the news, Mr. Zhang simply spit out a sip of tea.
"Pfft~"
"What? You said Fei Jingting beat the Japanese to death?"
Mr. Yan shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This Fei Jingting is really unexpected. If my nephew hadn't seen it with his own eyes and vowed to do so, I wouldn't believe him. He drank foreign ink and could get on the ring and beat the Japanese."
Beat him to death."
"Then he's not in trouble, is he?"
"I signed a life and death certificate, and the person who died was a ronin, what trouble could there be?"
Mr. Zhang smiled: "Okay, now our university promotion will focus on Fei Jingting. When I saw it, there were a lot of people who responded!"