Since returning to the East China Sea from Aocheng last time.

Lin Yu has been at home and is rarely out, and is a handsome man who is quiet and recuperating.

You know your own body.

He naturally would not treat the injuries on his body with slightest degree.

With such injuries, if it were other warriors, the so-called rumor that the outside world's so-called loss of martial arts is probably going to come true.

Moreover, it is still light to waste all your skills. More likely, your life is lost.

Fortunately, he is also very proficient in medical science and forced his injuries to suppress them as soon as possible.

After that, the best treatment was carried out, and the gift left by the old man with the silver hair and the daily tonic finally stabilized the situation.

But even so, Lin Yu will take a long time to carefully recuperate.

Just as Lin Yu was standing in the garden, moving his hands and feet to clear his veins, a sharp horn sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

He frowned slightly, and he turned to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a bright black car parked there at the entrance of the villa.

From the beginning of the red word "分" and a string of numbers added to the license plate.

This should be a special vehicle for foreign embassies and consulates in Yanhuang.

However, the quality of the visitor seems to be a little worrying.

Honking the horn at the door of a stranger's house is a very rude behavior.

The car door opened and a young man in his thirties walked out from inside.

Wearing a black suit and tie, she looks formal.

The man's dress is in sharp contrast with his incompetent behavior of honking his horn at will.

At this time, Sister Lan walked to the back of the yard and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, does Mr. Lin Yu live here?"

The sound was ups and downs, and at first glance, you knew that it was foreigners who spoke Chinese.

Upon hearing this, Sister Lan subconsciously turned her head to look at Lin Yu in the garden.

Lin Yu could hear the conversation just now clearly.

He nodded slightly and walked towards the living room.

From the perspective of people's words and demeanors, this should be a Korean kimchi.

...

I entered the living room and just sat down.

Sister Lan led the man and pushed the door open.

When the visitor saw Lin Yu, he was stunned for a moment.

Then, his eyes looked up and down with some unscrupulousness.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I am Park Sung-yeol, I'm very happy to know you."

He bowed slightly and briefly introduced himself.

In his tone, there were a few inexplicable anger.

Lin Yu glanced at the other person lightly, feeling a little familiar.

I seem to have seen this person somewhere before.

He narrowed his eyes and thought carefully.

Suddenly, an extremely disgusting scene appeared in my mind.

Some time ago, the racing driver in Goryeo who broadcast live broadcast of Chi Xiang seemed to be named Park and Cheng.

Inferred from the name, these two seem to have some relationship.

Looking at the appearance, it is even more surprisingly similar.

Just as Lin Yu was thinking, Park Sung-yeol continued: "I heard for a long time that Mr. Lin is a martial arts genius in Yanhuang Kingdom. This time he came to visit with a liberty. Jiang Min-chung, a master of Taekwondo, and invited you to practice martial arts together."

It sounds nice, but the tone does not respect much, and there is a hint of contempt in the eyes.

In his eyes, Lin Yu's skin was smooth, his hands were callous, and his limbs were not showing strong Kong Wu.

Moreover, his face was pale and his voice was insufficient. Not only did he not see any trace of the martial artist, he was like a playboy whose body was hollowed out by wine and sex.

As a result, he thought to himself: "What kind of Yanhuang martial arts genius is clearly bragging about. Yanhuang people like to cheat the most and even make a weak guy become a martial arts genius."

"Even if I can do this kind of junk, I can easily solve it with three punches and two kicks. It seems that Master Jiang must have been cheated, otherwise how could he invite him to practice any martial arts? It would be a disgrace to know."

Thinking of this, the little respect in my previous heart had already turned into smoke and vanished.

But Master Jiang’s instructions must be done.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet, take out the invitation, and hand it to Lin Yu with both hands.

"This is an invitation written by Master Jiang Minzhe himself."

Speaking of the three words Jiang Minzhe, the voice is full of respect.

It can be seen from this that this Taekwondo master has a high status in his heart.

Lin Yu reached out his right hand and took the invitation casually.

After opening it, I looked down and glanced.

Then, he said lightly: "I'm not interested in practicing martial arts, please go back."

Upon hearing this, Park Sung-yeol confirmed his previous speculation even more.

How dare a fool who was bragged about accepting Master Jiang’s invitation?

It seems that this clown has a little bit of self-knowledge.

Since Lin Yu is sure to have a false reputation, Park Sung-yeol is even more polite when speaking.

"Mr. Lin, I wonder if you are not interested or dare not? I think it's better for you to make it clear."

He smiled and looked eager to try.

Lin Yu smiled faintly, his face was sallow, but he had a sense of spirit: "Okay, I'll say it clearly. It's not that I'm not interested or afraid, but that I don't want to talk to him."

As soon as he said this, Park Sung-yeol was furious.

"You Yanhuang people just like to talk big, hum, I think the person you disdain should be Master Jiang. A guy like you who is boasting is not qualified to compete with Master Jiang at all."

While speaking, he took a step forward and looked down at Lin Yu arrogantly.

"Master Jiang Minzhe is a master of Taekwondo. He is famous internationally and worldly. He actively promotes Taekwondo in European and American countries, and has received countless disciples. He enjoys a reputation and has inspired the martial spirit of the Korean nation."

"And you are just a guy packaged by the Yanhuang people. You dare to call him a martial arts genius. It's simply a disgrace to the name of martial arts. In my opinion, you don't even have the qualifications to be invited, and you deserve to be compared with Master Jiang?"

After saying this, Park Sung-yeol stared at Lin Woo viciously.

Judging from the posture, it seemed that I was going to teach this arrogant and ignorant guy a lesson with my own hands.

But Lin Yu always maintained a calm expression.

With a calm look, he directly ignored the tall kimchi with fangs and claws.

Seeing this, Park Sung-yeol felt even more hatred.

He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, do you still remember a young man named Park Sung Hyun? He once competed with you for racing, but was plotted against by you with despicable means."

There was an uncontrollable anger in his tone.

Lin Yu nodded and said with a smile: "Of course I remember, after all, in this world, it is rare to see people who like to eat Rexiang."

"Shameless madman!"

Park Sung-lie shouted violently, his face terrified.

"You despicable guy, do you know that you ruined the bright future of a young man? He could have been an F1 racer, but he didn't have to withdraw because of you. All of this is your fault."

While speaking, he pulled open the suit and said to Lin Yu solemnly: "I, Park Sung-yeol, officially challenge you. If you lose, you will do the humiliation my brother endured one by one."

"What if you lose?"

Lin Yu looked at the other person with a smile and asked, his slightly pursed lips outlined a playful curve.

"Lost? How could I lose to you like garbage."

Park Sung-yeol proudly curled his lips and hummed disdainfully.

He casually unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong and strong muscles.

Judging from his figure, it is obvious that he has put in hard work before.

The muscles are clearly angular, very well-proportioned, and full of explosive power.

Compared with Lin Yu, who has no blood on his face, he is simply fierce - a man vs. a weak cock.
To be continued...