At the same time, an extremely vast spiritual force enveloped them.
This mental power did not interfere with the battle, nor did it care about the Japanese in his hand.
Instead, it covered the table behind the Japanese man who flew backwards.
In an instant.
While the Japanese man Takeda was still kneeling and spitting blood, the table behind him suddenly shattered, and a token without any flashing light fell into the mental barrier on the table behind Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei's eyes moved slightly.
Two tokens!
Two opportunities!
Although they are all ordinary tokens that don’t glow!
Try to grab a little more!
After all, he had boasted before that he would snatch six ordinary opportunities for everyone.
The next moment, he heard the half-dead, intermittent voice of the Japanese devil, as if he had suffered a great injustice, telling others that he was not a relative.
"Bullshit! I'm just a relative!"
Yang Zimei roared.
The remaining ten people from Japan had gloomy expressions.
Yang Zimei roared, "I really am related to someone with connections! It's true!"
Master Chen turned his head and chuckled as he paused in the fight, "Stop pretending! Old Zhou and I are the ones who are truly connected! For someone like you who can defeat the enemy with a single move, pretending is futile!"
Yang Zimei's face looked extremely ugly.
And the other side.
As soon as I finished speaking, Master Chen howled miserably, stepped back three steps, lowered my head and tried to vomit, but after vomiting for a long time, nothing came out.
He raised his head and looked towards Zhou Buzhou.
At this time, Zhou Buzhou's mouth was full of blood, and his life force was extremely weak.
Bitch!
I cursed Master Chen inwardly.
He couldn't lose to Lao Zhou. If he didn't perform as badly as Lao Zhou, these Japanese devils probably wouldn't believe that he was a relative of Lao Zhou and wouldn't challenge him again.
Immediately, Master Chen stretched out his left hand and pressed his chest. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he exerted force with his left hand and shook it quietly.
"Wow!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Master Chen looked up, his face full of tragedy and solemnity: "What a powerful little devil! It's a delayed attack similar to hitting a bull from behind a mountain!"
"However, even if I am a relative, I will never give up easily! How can I, a Chinese, give in to the Japanese devils?!"
With a roar, Master Chen rushed forward quickly.
Yang Zimei was slightly stunned watching this scene...
He seemed to have thought of something.
If I remember correctly, when we were competing for the top ten in the Alien Base, Lao Zhou fought two of them to a close draw, only winning by a narrow margin each time...
Damn!
unwise!
You should hold back!
No, I didn't use any force at all!
That little Japanese soldier is too fragile!
Grass!
Yang Zimei raised her head and shouted to the heavens: "I really am a relative!"
No one paid any attention to him.
Everyone at the Lingbu base was feeling very uncomfortable trying to hold back their laughter, but they had to do it, otherwise if they laughed, Zhou Buzhou's plan would be ruined.
Zhou Buzhou fought with the Yamamoto warrior back and forth for more than a hundred rounds with great difficulty.
then,
Taking advantage of Yamamoto's inattention.
Zhou Buyi stabbed out with a sword.
It pierced Yamamoto's heart directly!
His eyes were cold for a moment.
Japanese.
Damn it!
He twisted the sword in his hand fiercely.
Put away the sword!
The next moment, Zhou Buzhou's eyes returned to confusion, and were filled with uncertain surprise.
"Godfather is right. I, Zhou Buzhou, am definitely not a relative. I am the kind of person who gets stronger when facing a stronger opponent!"
"It's just that no one except my godfather noticed my special qualities, so I was looked down upon as someone with connections!"
"There are always good horse trainers in the world. My godfather is a good horse trainer, and I, Zhou Buzhou, am a good horse!"
"I am a strong man!"
Zhou Buzhou was overjoyed and then beat his chest with his hands like a gorilla.
When Master Chen saw this, his face was filled with black lines.
He quickly seized an opportunity and struck a decisive blow, punching the Nakajima warrior in the temple.
die!
A hint of indifference also flashed in Teacher Chen's eyes.
Seventy years ago, the Wudang Patriarch went to guard the Dragon Vein. The second generation of disciples went down the mountain to join the battle, but the third generation of disciples were surrounded by the Japanese barrier masters on Wudang Mountain and were killed...
This hatred is enormous!
This tremendous hatred cannot be forgotten just because the two countries establish diplomatic relations, nor can it be temporarily shelved because of the human crisis of the invasion of all realms!
"I, Master Chen, am not a relative of mine!"
"Old Zhou, in this battle, we have vindicated ourselves!"
Yang Zimei's face was dazed.
I am too honest, I am really too honest!
I want to cry!
Li Changfeng and others were silent, only feeling that their worldview was showing signs of collapse.
Lin Wuhui's face was full of regret.
As long as you show some shame, you can easily get a token!
But she actually...
…
On the high platform.
The Japanese sage Gangcun had a dark face last time.
The sage Li Zun also had a dark expression on his face: "This bastard has led Master Chen astray. Will Master Sanfeng give me trouble later?"
Haoyue chuckled. "The chief designer once said, 'It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.' In fact, compared to those white cats with white exteriors but dark hearts... I actually prefer black cats that are completely black inside and out."
Li Zun paused slightly and fell silent.
He didn't want to talk.
There's no point in saying that.
…
Ningji Kamimura stepped forward and picked up Yamamoto's body, with boundless anger flashing in his eyes.
"The Chinese..."
Yang Zimei was furious: "Fuck you, little devil, come on if you dare!"
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