Not far from the African chief, there was a group of people. These people were also Easterners, but you could tell at a glance that these people were definitely not Chinese, because they looked so distinctive, like the big pancakes in the Northeast, commonly known as pancakes. Several people also muttered, and they spoke in a stick when they opened their mouths. The sound of gurgling was still very loud, which made several people next to them glaring at them frequently.

But this group of people obviously did not have that self-consciousness. One of them looked dissatisfied and said, "I tell you that I came here because I was bored and went out for a walk. As for the Golden Eagle and Satan, it is not bullshit in my eyes. The winner is the best in the world after they beat the winner? I bah!"

This person was very angry when he said that he was only in his thirties or forties. He was not considered old, but he was not young anymore. This person had a nose that was facing the sky, and his head was raised as he spoke, revealing his huge nostrils.

He spit out a mouthful of phlegm and landed a few meters away. A younger man next to him stomped his feet and responded with some impatient words: "That's right, two wild ways are fighting and they are even more world-class. I'm really shameless. I heard that Satan is still a nigger. He is so ugly that the Golden Eagle is not very good. He is quite famous, but I don't believe he can be stronger than our national teacher."

"Bah, Park Yisheng, are you brain broken? How could that shit Golden Eagle be compared with Satan? You are insulting the national master. If you dare to say this again, I will beat you back now!" Chaotianji was immediately unhappy when he spoke just now. He raised his hand and slapped Park Yisheng in the head and cursed: "What are these two things? I'm not really laughing at you. Have you ever seen the national master take action? That's authentic Korean kung fu, which is passed down for tens of thousands of years, and has never been interrupted in the middle. It's the purest and most authentic. When the national master takes action, no one in the world can defeat him. I think during the war that year, the national master relied on one person to block tens of thousands of enemies and protect his home..."

"Ahem, Master Che, let's be quieter, it will affect others!" Another slightly older man had to hold on to Master Che who spoke wildly and whisper.

This guy raised South Korea's history to tens of thousands of years as soon as he opened his mouth, which means that people around him would not understand their words, otherwise there would be a lot of laughter.

Master Che looked around and found that many people had already cast dissatisfied eyes. He twitched his mouth and put his words back. He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. He found that it was almost noon. He couldn't help but complain and said, "When will the fight start? None of these two people have arrived. What attitude is this? If it were in South Korea, he would have been disqualified and did not know how to abide by time and do not respect seniors. What kind of development can such a person have?"

"Haha!" Several Koreans next to him sneered together, and some nodded in agreement. The old man smiled but did not respond. He thought to himself: "There is such a strength and does not respect the rules. More importantly, he didn't ask us to come here. The dozens or hundreds of people here came here by themselves, and even people are coming one after another. Maybe when the fight starts, there will be hundreds of people here."

The Koreans came here, of course, to observe the battle between Li Yifei and Satan and to investigate the strength of the two. However, the Koreans, who are naturally arrogant and arrogant, will not admit that other countries also have top experts. For example, Master Che just now is a typical example. He believes that his country is the strongest in the world and there is no country stronger than Korean masters. However, the strength of neighboring countries must be guarded against. This country that is born to have a certain degree of inferiority, likes to take good things into himself the most. Even the name is the Republic of Korea, but its geographical area is not as large as that of China, and I don’t know who is pitiful to anyone.

The shouting of the few people had already aroused dissatisfaction. After feeling the warning gaze, the cheerful sticks of the few guys who unknowingly lowered their voices. There was no way, and the ones who glared at them were Europeans and Americans. In the eyes of Koreans, this was the one who could not afford to offend the most, so they didn't dare to blow the thorns.

Opposite, MiG arrived early with a team of people. This time, he was very low-key and did not come up to oppress the whole audience. There were more than ten people behind him, all dressed in uniform. Although he was not wearing military uniforms, he could immediately see that he was a soldier when he stood there.

These people had no expression on their faces, had a grim expression, were tall, had a scattered muscles, and had a solemn aura on their bodies. They stood behind the MiG and looked from afar, as if it was a mountain, so no one stayed here within dozens of meters around them, and could not stand this momentum.

MiG and Li Yifei also had an agreed battle, but it has not been realized. MiG has actually improved over the past year, and it has been quite a bit improved. He originally wanted to find time to challenge the world-class powerhouses that have emerged in recent years one by one. Before he could implement it, he heard the news that Satan was going to fight the Golden Eagle. So, he waited for this day and brought people organized in advance to take the place, preparing to look at the strength of Li Yifei and Satan again.

There are too few such strong men. For MiG, there is too little history on the land of the United States. It is impossible for China to have martial arts techniques that have been passed down for 5,000 years or even longer. There are only scientific training and supplements for various supplements. Therefore, he is not the same as the masters he has trained. When he meets a master, he wants to challenge and improve himself.

This is already a gene in the bones. Every time I think of it, MiG feels very excited.

The people brought behind were selected by various troops, the strongest soldiers. These people have not only seen blood, but also experienced wars, representing the strongest power of the US military. This time they were sent by him, MiG hopes that they can see the real strong fighting, improve and have insights. After all, there are very few opportunities like this.

MiG also wants to take a look at what the battle between the strongest person in China, with the largest population and the largest number of troops in the world, and the strongest person in Europe at this stage is like.

MiG was very happy to watch the battle more than a year ago, but he was looking forward to this battle even more because... he was going to challenge the winner between the two. Such a person is worth challenging himself!

With this idea in mind, MiG, who was standing there, was vaguely excited and couldn't help but want to see these two people.
Chapter completed!