The moment Xiao Qiufeng stood, his hand was already lifted up, and his relaxed expression immediately became a little solemn. Looking at Zhengjun, who was still tense and had a wild momentum, he felt a little more pity in his heart. In fact, he was already working hard to learn Taekwondo.

It is not his fault that he cannot become a real master. Taekwondo is like the judo of Japanese people. It is all practiced from Chinese martial arts. It is just a superficial thing, but it is regarded as a national treasure by them. No matter how outstanding a person is, he is fixed by this circle and cannot break through to the extreme.

"Take me a punch-------" There is no leak like the ones that happened in every battle in the past. Xiao Qiufeng was really bored against such a so-called master.

Seeing Xiao Qiufeng dodged for so long and finally counterattacked, many people were very happy. At least Zhengjun was already accumulating his strength and preparing to give it all, but it would not have any effect on this kind of powerful posture without internal strength.

The fist had transformed into an illusion, and the phantom flashed, and it was already coming towards us. Its movement was as fast as lightning. This kind of attack made Zhengjun, who was accustomed to the fullest, stunned in surprise, but he didn't know that the fist could no longer avoid this stupid kung fu.

Although he was not prepared to hurt him, since he was a cut, there was always a win or loss. This punch, the internal strength fusion, had now fallen firmly on Zhengjun's lower abdomen.

In an instant, the pain had already surged. Zheng Jun gritted his teeth, covered his abdomen with his hands, and his face was covered with cold sweat. This heavy punch was really beyond ordinary people's ability to tolerate it. It was a bit tougher to be able to withstand it and not yelled out.

Almost no one could see the punch clearly. Because when everyone's eyes adapted, Xiao Qiufeng's hand had already been put back, as if he had not moved, he saw Zheng Jun kneeling on the ground with his legs twitching and trembling constantly, as if he was suffering from unbearable pain...

Sima Luo leaned into Secretary Jin's ear and pretended to shout: "Ah, Secretary Jin, Zhengjun seems to be in a bad state. Should he let him rest for a while? Otherwise, it would appear that Chinese warriors bully the weak!"

As soon as the word "weakness" came out, Zhengjun frowned coldly, put down his hand covering his abdomen, shook his arms down, and then pulled away his posture. He was proud of the Korean nation and could not be defeated. This is the glory of his survival.

Secretary Jin no longer dared to respond. His arrogant expression just now became cautious and stared at the two of them. Although he didn't say anything, anyone could tell that he was already a little nervous.

"I haven't lost yet!" Zhengjun shouted coldly and rushed over again. This time, his movements were faster and his moves were more fierce. He really looked like he was not dead when the Yellow River was not dead.

There was no trace of self-knowledge. Xiao Qiufeng was too lazy to look at it again. He suddenly jumped up and had already stepped on the heavy foot on his front. Zheng Jun blocked his arms, but he didn't know that the power of this foot could not be resisted. Not only did he say that his arms were pressed against his face, but he actually left half of the shoe prints.

Under this gravity attack, his body blew back and kept hitting the wall before he barely stopped. Although he was not injured, it was obvious that his limbs were shaking, his strength was dissipated, and he could no longer fight.

Compared with his sweat all over his body, Xiao Qiufeng was as leisurely as a walk, and the victory or defeat was of course very obvious.

"Let your old man come here, you are really bad." This was the truth, but Zhengjun seemed to be stimulated. His body, which was scattered with all his strength, suddenly burst into anger, with a burst of power.

"I can fight again!" He roared violently, but he refused to admit defeat. It was indeed the martial virtues of the Korean nation, and he refused to admit his failure with a stern face. (Xiao Qiufeng was really annoyed.

Looking at the shameless performance of this Taekwon master, there was a few more indifferent cold ice on his face. He didn't want him to be injured, but he didn't expect that he would not lie down. It seemed that this battle would never end.

His hand had stretched out, held his long fist, and kicked him on the knee. Everyone heard a "click" sound, as if it was a shattering sound. Xiao Qiufeng's body sank. Before he could land, another leg had already hit him fiercely. This time, Zhengjun could block it hard again, but it was useless.

His body was exploding like lightning, and it hit the wall very strongly. Not only did it hit the wall, but even half of his body had been embedded in it. Blood appeared in his mouth and nose, and I believe he would never have any combat power.

The voice was roaring in anger, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not struggle out of the wall. This kind of internal energy could not bear if he thought he was self-righteous with just a few moves of taekwon.

Not only that, his legs were probably not full of hope and gave him a chance, but he was not sure. This is the lesson.

At this time, he actually started to curse, making the government entourage watching the sidelines feel ashamed of being embarrassed. The master who was bragging just now was so virtuous that even Secretary Jin lowered his head and was speechless.

Xiao Qiufeng started to lift his hands, and the power of the sword like a bright light had already emerged. Everyone heard two "chi" sounds, and the sword energy penetrated into the wall, like a treasure knife that cuts iron and mud, slashing the entire wall out of a door. Zheng Jun was buried with the falling brick body, only one head was exposed, twitching silently.

At this moment, not to mention scolding, even breathing will probably be a little difficult.

"Hurry, hurry up, save Zhengjun-------" Secretary Jin saw that the situation was not good, and he rushed forward. He did not expect that this Chinese man was so powerful. He just boasted that one punch could penetrate the wall. Now, it was amazing that Zhengjun was punched and embedded in the wall.

Several members of the escort immediately opened the bricks, carried out the fainted Zhengjun, and immediately sent him to the hospital.

Sima Luo had already stepped forward and said with a slight scruple: "Secretary Jin, I have said that Zhengjun is not in good health. Look, he vomited a lot of blood just now. I believe there should be something wrong with his lungs. You must check it carefully, otherwise your country will lose an excellent talent."

A genius who can't afford to lose, but still scolds others if he loses!

Of course, Secretary Jin could hear this ridiculous tone, and he had no worries to stay there. He bowed to Sima Luo and said, "Mr. Sima, I am not allowed to accompany you. Please rest. If you need it, please ask the hotel, and the mayor will come to see you in person tomorrow and have other exchanges."

He left in a very embarrassing manner, but it is undeniable that his attitude has improved a lot, at least he did not have the self-righteous arrogance he had when he first met. It turns out that human goodness was bullied by others, and horse goodness was ridden by others. Only when they were beaten to hurt would they know what respect was.

Xiao Qiufeng is just a nominal member, so of course he doesn't need to speak. Sima Luo will handle everything. However, Sima Luo is indeed very happy. Although this competition was only a few dozen minutes, it greatly promoted China's national prestige and let these players know that their taekwondo was just a big deal.

In the car, I treated Xiao Qiufeng as an old man and invited a restaurant opened by the Chinese. I ordered a table of dishes. Although Xiao Qiufeng did it, his face was his. Of course, I don’t care about spending more money on such a refreshing thing.

"Brother, don't be polite. If you don't have enough, you'll be angry for a long time, and finally solved it once. It's so good. Seeing you beat the stick, even I was so excited that I wanted to go up and kick. Let these little bad guys let them see what a master is."

He was so joking, but Xiao Qiufeng didn't even look at him. He just carefully tasted the Chinese flavor of a foreign country. Although it was incomparable to the dishes of domestic hotels, it was at least better than the local dishes here and could be filled.

Seeing Xiao Qiufeng remained indifferent, Sima Luo asked a little embarrassedly: "Qiufeng, why are you posing with a face? Are you hurt? You have to be careful. The old turtle will probably come in person tomorrow."

The old turtle he mentioned was probably the leader of the martial arts world of the country.

"No challenge, okay, you don't have to worry. I don't care about anything else, but I will deal with this person. Taekwondo is really bad. If you are too cool, you will be disappointed. "If you only have this ability, just call a member of the Divine Soldier Team to come over and you can do it. Why do you need him to come here in person?

Hearing Xiao Qiufeng's words, Sima Luo also smiled and said, "Qiufeng, it's fine. You know, only you can help me with this matter. Don't be too careless. Since Shotaxuan has such a famous reputation, it means that there will be a few chances."

Xiao Qiufeng shook his head and said, "For me, it is not enough to have a few tricks. At least he must have the same skills as Zoten Old Ghost, which is worth my efforts."
Chapter completed!