The Chinese national art is not to be dishonored!

As Shen Yi's words fell, that interpreter's expression froze and instantly erupted into laughter. Whispering into the ear of Kim Chuan Ming beside him, the latter immediately revealed a disdainful expression.

The other taekwondo disciples sitting on the sidelines all roared with laughter, looking at the national arts team personnel with derision.

"It seems that your national arts team really isn't the usual trash, actually incompetent enough to let an odd-job man come up here to embarrass people! Kid, hurry up and get down and clean up your trash. Lest later on, Senior Brother Jin throws you out of the arena like garbage!"

That interpreter sneered and mocked endlessly, and the Taekwondo disciples behind him even sneered loudly and laughed maniacally.

The national arts team personnel hated that they could not find a crack in the ground to drill into, it was humiliating enough to have lost the match in the first place. Unexpectedly, at this time, there was also such a disgraceful one that came out, it was really a disgrace to the family.

"Senior sister Qiao Ling, it's all your doing!" Zhou Xiaoshan was already furious, and at this moment, he glared fiercely at Chen Qiaoling, complaining that she had recruited such a disgraceful fellow.

Fang Ming didn't say a word, and sat down on the seat in a bald and ruined slump, his eyes dull and lifeless. In this battle, Jin Chuan Ming had defeated him, completely breaking down all of his previous vigor and spirit, never to return to the past.

Mr. Wu also just reacted, looking at Shen Yi standing in front of him, his face was quite ugly. This is not enough to lose face? He also intentionally gave others an opportunity to ridicule and mock the national arts team.

"Qiao Ling, what the hell are you doing? Hurry up and call him back, can you still leave the last bit of face for our National Arts Team?!"

Teacher Wu was also a bit enraged, if not for the fact that it was really inconvenient to be angry at this time, he would have wanted to go up and kick Shen Yi down.

Chen Qiaoling did not pay the slightest attention to the crowd, but gazed at Shen Zhan in the center of the field with deep emotion, a heart trembling.

"Big brother Shen, this is the last hope of the national arts team, it depends on you. Please!"

As for the comments of the personnel of the national arts team, Shen Yi did not pay attention to them. Instead, he looked at the interpreter with glasses, smiled coldly, and said, "That's right, I'm the one who came up here to clean up the garbage. It's to beat you trash, out of City No. 1 Middle School, and roll back to your country H!"

That interpreter immediately burst into a rage, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards Shen Zhan in a huff.

"You dare to speak out of turn, I'm going to teach you a good lesson today. An odd-job trash who also dares to challenge Senior Brother Jin, let's see if I don't slap you back with a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Slap!

When that interpreter approached Shen Yi, before he could strike, Shen Yi had already slapped him on the face.

This slap, can be said to be full of force, that interpreter was directly jerked away, glasses detached from the eye socket, fell to the ground lens crushed, bracket deformation.

The interpreter himself was sent flying five meters away, rolling several times in the air before falling to the ground.

When he looked at himself, half of his cheeks were swollen like a steamed bun, his teeth were knocked out, the corners of his mouth were skewed, and blood mixed with saliva couldn't stop flowing out.

Shen Yi's figure slightly moved, a foot stepped on the frame of the glasses that fell on the ground, crushing it to pieces.

"This slap is to let you sticks understand that Chinese national art cannot be insulted!"

Shen Zun stood with his hands behind his back, with an astonishing aura of Ni Pupil World.

All the national arts team personnel were stunned, and then erupted into shouts of approval.

"Good! Good fight!"

"Well said! Chinese national martial arts cannot be insulted! Beat them to death!"

Fang Ming's bleak eyes suddenly lifted up, looking at Shen Zhan who was standing with his hands in front of him, his eyes somewhat complicated. The Chinese National Martial Arts shall not be humiliated, before entering the gymnasium, he had let out such grandiose words, but he had failed to do so!

Zhou Xiaoshan's emotions fluctuated, looking at Shen Yi not knowing what to say. He was looking down on the other party, and had also treated the other party as an enemy.

However, what Shen Yi did at this moment was a vicious outburst for the national arts team! It made him feel an urge in his heart to yell out a good fight as well!

As the coach of the national martial arts team and a Houtian Level 2 martial artist, Mr. Wu naturally sensed that the other party was releasing dark energy when he struck through Shen Yi's strikes just now.

The aura was slightly fluctuating, clearly the aura of a martial artist!

"Could it be that he is also a martial artist? It can't be, I didn't detect the aura of a martial artist from his body at all, but when he struck just now, there was an aura of a martial artist.

quality."

Teacher Wu looked at Chen Qiaoling with some puzzlement, but unfortunately, at this moment, the little girl was gazing at Shen Yi with an excited face, and did not see Teacher Wu's surprised eyes.

Jin Chuan Ming snorted coldly and said in raw Chinese language, "You are seeking death yourself!"

Instantly, Jin Chuanming's aura erupted, revealing the aura of a Houtian layer.

The national arts team personnel all sucked in a breath of cool air, no wonder Senior Brother Fang Ming was undefeated, so it turned out that the loss was not a matter of complaint. Jin Chuanming had actually reached the first level of Houtian strength, this was simply a one-sided match!

All of the national martial arts team personnel had begun to worry about Shen Yi, although Fang Ming's opponent's slap to whip away that abominable interpreter was very enjoyable. However, facing Jin Chuanming, who had the strength of the first layer of Houtian, I was only afraid that Shen Yi would be beaten to death alive!

"Hmph, even Senior Brother Fang Ming is undefeatable, what can he do?" Zhou Xiaoshan sighed, even though what Shen Yi did just now made him somewhat impressed, he still despised him in his heart.

Mr. Wu originally, after seeing that Shen Yi was also a martial artist, he still held a hint of luck, in case he defeated Jin Chuanming, then the reputation of the national martial arts team could be greatly salvaged.

However, after seeing Jin Chuanming's sudden outburst of Houtian layer strength, he no longer had any expectations. Sighing secretly, things had come to such a pass, that is, he couldn't even admit defeat if he didn't want to.

"Qiao Ling, go and call him back. We don't have any chance of winning, this time our national arts team ..."

This was the second time that Mr. Wu was going to say that the national arts team had lost, but the word "lose" still hadn't been uttered before Shen Zhan had already moved.

Only to see, Shen Yi's figure flashed, so fast that it was dazzling, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to Jin Chuanming's near front.

"So fast?!"

Teacher Wu was also startled, and the next scene that happened made him even more surprised.

Shen Yi punched Jin Chuanming, who had fully exploded in strength at the Houtian layer, and just like hitting a basketball, Jin Chuanming flew backwards diagonally upwards, and crashed straight down onto the glass surface of the basketball board at the back.

The force of this punch was so great that the entire glass of the basketball board shattered and spilled down from the air, and Jin Chuanming fell on the ground, covered with glass slag, and had already turned into a bloody man.

Boom!

At this moment, all the personnel of the national arts team cried out in shock. There was even a horrified look in their eyes, as well as a look of disbelief.

"What? He's actually a Houtian martial artist as well?!"

Teacher Wu's eyes widened in disbelief at what he saw before him. It was Fang Ming's eyes, which were already dull, that also became bright, looking at Shen Yi, revealing a deep sense of awe.

Zhou Xiaoshan was even more shocked and grew his mouth, trying several times to not be able to say a word, but could only keep emitting under his breath, "This, this, this ..."

Chen Qiaoling had long ago lost control of herself, she had originally thought that with Shen Yi making a move, the chances of winning would increase a bit, and there would be a bitter fight with Jin Chuanming of the Houtian layer.

But who would have thought that the process of the match was so simple, the incomparable Taekwondo genius, the undefeated Jin Chuanming, was actually unable to defeat the power of Shen Yi's punch, and easily knocked him away!

The other members of the national martial arts team were even more shocked, and after a short period of shock, they even erupted into a frenzy of cries.

"We won! We won!"

"Hahahaha, what Taekwondo's first genius who has not lost a single match, my ass!"

"Stickmen, see, this is our Chinese martial arts, the martial arts that you look down on and call trash, but it defeated your Taekwondo genius, Kim Chuan Ming!"

"Painful! It's really painful! Let's see if they, these H-country bats, still dare to continue to be arrogant and scorn our Chinese national martial arts!"

Teacher Wu was even trembling with excitement, looking at the breezy Shen Yi on the field, his eyes shining brightly. Hate can not go up to give him a big bear hug to express his gratitude.

Shen Yi made a move, and the honor of the national martial arts team was preserved! Huaxia Wushu defeated H Kingdom Taekwondo!

At the beginning of these rods cold words sneer, a hundred ridicule, all by Shen Yi a punch hard back.

As Shen Yi said at the beginning, he is here to clean up the garbage, is to beat them, these stick garbage people, out of the city first middle school, roll back to H country!