Like everyone on the field, Mr. Gong also had a look of eating shit.

It’s not that Li Jian didn’t know that he was just a second-generation ancestor who only knew how to bully others. When did he become so powerful?

As puzzled as he was, there were many people around him. The outside of the venue was very quiet, and occasionally someone could hear the sound of saliva swallowing.

Lao Songdao on the other side was also a little surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that Li Jian would be like Li Jian, and Longze Ichiro would be knocked down so quickly.

The Japanese who opened the gambling game were also anxious at this moment. If Li Jian really won, they would have to pay a total of ten million.

But they still murmured in their hearts. This was just a coincidence. Li Jian was lucky and Long Zejun would definitely defeat this guy.

Zhou Yutong took a sip of red wine at this moment, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, looking very proud.

If you dare to fight with Li Jian, you are afraid that it is not Shi Lezhi!

As for Yuriko, I am also praying for Longze in my heart, hoping that this guy won’t be too miserable.

But that was obviously impossible. The calmness of Li Jian before meant how terrifying he would be next.

At this moment, Ichiro Longze had already stood up and looked at Li Jian angrily. He kept saying in his heart that this was fake, it must be a coincidence. How could a playboy like Li Jian who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun be his opponent?

After comforting himself, he stood up again and stared at Li Jian in front of him. The other party was smiling and looking at him with one hand, shouting with disdain:

"Continue, little guy!"

It's a little short again. Can you change the words of cursing? Now Long Ze's teeth are almost broken. The person in front of him is really a man he hates very much.

As soon as he thought of this, Long Ze immediately rushed forward, and his short legs collapsed. He wanted to use a flying kick to defeat Li Jian, but unfortunately...

Young Master Li San dodged slightly and dodged, then raised his right hand high again slapped Long Ze's other face with lightning speed.

Bang!

This was the second time in the field. This time, Li Jian slapped from top to bottom. Long Ze's body slammed hard on the ground. Everyone's eyelids twitched, and this time it was even worse.

“Ah~”

Ryuze Ichiro roared at this moment, making him scared when he heard it, but Li Jian didn't care and kicked the person out, and he was muttering:

"I don't know that noise is also a kind of pollution! And if you can speak human words, just say some nonsense!"

This is a very third young master!

Li Jian’s current style is like a playboy, and he is definitely not as similar to that.

The first time was a coincidence, and the second time was also the same?

Several warriors stood up off the field. They were all friends of Long Ze, but their strength was slightly higher and lower.

But they also realized just now that Li Jian was definitely not just a coincidence, and it was impossible not to have two brushes in his hand.

In other words, since the beginning, Li Jian has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, deliberately seducing Long Ze to take the bait.

When the Japanese thought of this, they couldn't help but secretly scold the Chinese for being despicable and actually used this method.

Little did he know that the duel was proposed by Ichiro Longze himself, and Li Jian didn't want to fight at all.

"This Chinese person's strength cannot be underestimated. Long Zejun is afraid he will meet his opponent!"

At this moment, a middle-aged warrior said with some concern. The Japanese who set up gambling games around him were even more panicked. Unexpectedly, Li Jian was really good at helping him, so he could only pray that Longze Ichiro would break out and defeat Li Jian, otherwise they would definitely lose their lives.

At this time, Tanaka, wearing military uniform, accidentally walked to Yuriko and said something in her ear. Yuriko's face immediately became extremely happy.

"Go and do your business, Tanaka, remember to come and collect the money later!"

She spent 100,000 yuan to bet that Li Jian won. If she wins, she would have a million yuan. This was a huge sum of money, enough for her to live with her mother.

Ryuze Ichiro on the field finally stood up. His stomach was still hurting severely. Li Jian's kick just now showed no mercy.

But the Japanese still didn't believe it, and rushed towards Li Jian for the third time, beating and scolding:

"You sick man from East Asia..."

This time Li Jian was really angry, as it could be seen from his tense face.

This time, Ichiro Longze's fist did not fail, but it still failed, because Li Jian's powerful arm hit his fist hard, and he shook Longze several steps back on the spot.

Feeling the paralysis of his arms, Long Ze knew that Li Jian was definitely not an ordinary person, at least not like an ordinary young master.

"You damn short!"

Li Jian shouted again with a sarcastic word. Long Ze immediately lost his judgment when he heard this and rushed towards Li Jian again. The following warriors were shouting:

"Long Zejun doesn't want it!"

They saw that Li Jian was deliberately irritating Long Ze, and then embarrassing him again.

This time, Li Jian's body flashed through the opponent's fist, and an elbow hit Long Ze hard on the back. Then he pushed his knee below, and Long Ze screamed on the spot.

Experts will know if there is any one at once!

The warriors below all saw that Li Jian was definitely a trainer and was not a playboy who knew nothing.

"Baga"

The Japanese below had a gloomy face so much that water dripped out. Li Jian was too cruel, but Longze Ichiro had not yet admitted defeat, which meant he had to continue fighting.

At this moment, Zhou Yunan off the field suddenly shouted, his face a little nervous, and everyone noticed that Long Ze Ichiro actually took out a silver-bright short knife from where he and immediately stabbed Li Jian.

mean!

Shameless!

This is what the Chinese people present think, but the Japanese said disdainfully:

"I didn't say that I couldn't use weapons before!"

Ryuze Ichiro's face was grim and his mouth was still screaming:

"Die!"

Unfortunately, your knife is too short. Li Jian slashed the forearm of the Japanese holding the knife with a knife, and heard the sound of a fracture on the spot.

Crack!

"Baga, cunning Chinese!"

A Japanese swears, and then the Chinese people present look at him with contempt. You hold a knife, someone is fist, and you still say that others are despicable when you are beaten, but you don’t admit it even if you are not as skilled as others.

The devil seemed to notice everyone's eyes, and immediately turned his face to continue watching. Longze Ichiro quickly retreated after being interrupted with one hand, and took the dagger with the other hand.

And at this time, Zhou Yunan shouted again:

"Li Jian, go ahead!"

A black thing flew directly outside the field, looking like...

A brick!

Li Jian grabbed it with one hand, and then the brick in his hand kept swaying, throwing it into the air and catching it again, throwing it up and catching it again, and repeating this, looking at Long Zeichiro with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!