Chapter 640 (1/2)

Shua!

Hearing this laugh, everyone present looked at it.

He saw a man standing there, his head wrapped in a white towel, his upper body naked, showing his thin bronze skin, and looking at Chen Yu with a smile on his face.

In this competition, English is designated as the unified communication language, so there is no language barrier. Everyone can understand the meaning of that sentence just now.

”Isn't that one of the Brahmans with a rudder, Mitha fee?”

Someone exclaimed.

”It is said that he has practiced Brahman's Secret Dharma since he was a child, and has inherited the skill of Brahman sitting master. Although he has not completely digested it, his strength is also extremely terrible!”

”Sure enough, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Unexpectedly, when the Chinese come, he dares to challenge the first person in the world.”

”The contradiction between Indo rudder and the Chinese martial arts world has not been a day or two for a long time. In recent years, Indo rudder fighters have been crushed to death by the Chinese martial arts world. Now naturally, they want to provoke.”

Everyone talked about it.

Chen Yu was a little surprised. I didn't expect that as soon as I came in, a challenger appeared.

At this time, mitsufi had laughed loudly, stepped on his feet, raised his hands on both sides of his body, and swept down from the audience like a Jinpeng spreading his wings.

”Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha.”

Amidst the unbridled laughter, mitsufi's momentum became stronger and stronger. After he landed, his whole body changed. Just now he was still thin, but now he has become a burly and muscular man.

His whole person, like a wild ROC bird, stood there like a javelin, as if to pierce the sky.

And the one who came with mitsufi was a great master of rudder printing, Baye.

Now he leaned back in his chair with a smile and looked at the field with great interest.

When they saw this scene, they all stared. All the young masters from other countries are pale.

Although the main purpose of this world conference of young and strong people is to snipe at the luck of China. But there is also fierce competition between them.

Now looking at Mitha fee, I can't help secretly estimating each other's strength.

”Zhizi, how sure are you of him?”

In the audience, an old man with a white beard asked a woman beside him.

The woman was wearing a white Kendo costume, holding a samurai sword in her arms, and her eyes were indifferent.

”It's really strong. If I don't use the sword, the victory and defeat will be 37 points, and I'll be three to seven. If I use the sword, I'm 90% sure and cut him directly under the sword!”

When the old man heard this, his eyes flashed, stroked his beard and nodded.

”That's good. Before Chen Wudi, he swept our island country and almost cut off the martial arts of our island country. But how can he think that you stand out in the great changes of heaven and earth. You become a peerless Tianjiao. This time, you must kill more young experts in China! Raise the prestige of our country!”

The woman named Zhizi nodded faintly, glanced at Prajna glass and others, and her tone was cold.

”I will use their heads to pay tribute to the heroes who died for their country!”

In addition to the two, there were also bursts of discussion in other places in the venue.

A strong man in sleeveless tights, with his arms in his arms, looked at mitsufi in the middle of the field, and his eyes were full of envy.