Makawi and Morta and his son have both met with Coach Qiao and He Hui and He Yao brothers.

Meng Hao stood among these three tall and strong men, which was really inconspicuous. Neither Makavi nor Morta thought Meng Hao would be the master they invited to fight Makavi.

Other Chinese translated Makavi and Morta's words into T Mandarin, which made all Chinese people laugh.

He Hui and others laughed gradually, then pointed at Meng Hao and said, "This is the master we invited, the surname is Meng!"

He recognized Meng Hao's strength very much, but Meng Hao was indeed thin and thin, especially when he stood between the three of them, he was really a little weak.

So he said this almost with a stingy, because he knew that once he finished speaking, it would definitely cause ridicule from the people of T.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Makavi and Morta were stunned at first, and then laughed out loud.

Many Chinese people stayed in the Han Dynasty for a long time, and even if they could not speak Chinese fluently, they could fully understand it.

So Makavi and Morta laughed, and everyone else laughed.

Some people who don’t understand Chinese cannot help but ask the people next to them, and they all stare at Meng Hao, wanting to see an extremely funny clown laughing louder and louder.

He Hui and He Yao's face turned red, while Coach Qiao shook his head and looked embarrassed.

"What's the matter with this? If I had known I wouldn't have come with you. I'd be humiliated for nothing!"

Coach Qiao wanted to turn around and leave, but if he really wanted to leave, it would be like surrendering without a fight, which would be even more embarrassing.

So he could only stand there with his teeth, listening to the laughter of the Chinese people, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to get into it.

"Okay, you guys have laughed enough?"

Meng Hao became a little impatient.

His voice was not loud, and the Chinese people in the hall were just laughing and never paid attention.

Only Morta stood beside Meng Hao, listening clearly to his words, and couldn't help laughing and panting.

"We... haven't laughed enough yet. Just because you... are the masters invited by He Hui and the others? It's so funny. Look at your...weak look. If... you are really a master, then there will be no one in your Han Kingdom!"

"Okay, you still know how to be weak!" Meng Hao raised his eyebrows with a funny look, "If you don't believe me, I will slap you away!"

"What did you say? You want to slap me away?" Morta laughed even more and more so that he couldn't straighten his waist. "Dear fellow villagers... Have you heard this... the so-called master of Han said he wanted to slap me away! It's so funny, no, I'm almost breathless!"

He raised his voice and shouted twice in Mandarin, which made the whole room laugh so hard that the roof was about to overturn.

"What did this kid say? He was going to pull Morta away? Are he talking big or joking?"

"I'm afraid I'm talking big, but how can this big talk feel so ridiculous when I hear it?"

"No, I'm almost laughing to death! I'm afraid this person is not here for a competition, but for a funny person, right?"

"It's possible. If you really come to make fun of us, you will be so funny that you can't even win without a fight!"

"Bao, what's the matter of death! No, I'm really laughing to death!"

What these people speak naturally is T-National Dialect. Although Coach Qiao can't understand, he can still guess.

That would make Coach Qiao unable to bear it anymore and scold him.

"Can you say less? I really regret that I believed He Hui's words and actually embarrassing me with you..."

He couldn't finish his words because suddenly, he saw Meng Hao raise his hand and gently wave at Morta who was smiling and bent over.

Morta's laughter suddenly stopped, and he flew up immediately after his body, dancing in the air with his hands and feet screaming.

The Chinese people in the hall had no idea what was going on. Seeing Morta was like a flying horse flying across the sky, several people even shouted loudly.

It was not until Morta fell on the rostrum at the top of the hall with a "click" and screamed "Ouch" that the harsh Chinese dialect in the hall ended abruptly, and the laughter suddenly stopped.

The party scene that was still noisy and noisy just now fell into a dead silence.

Coach Qiao even took a deep breath into his stomach, his mouth wide open and he couldn't make any sound.

Damn, what's going on?

This thin and thin boy Meng really slapped Morta away with a fucking slap?

He has fought with Morta. Although Morta is not an opponent, he has resisted him for more than 30 moves before he lost!

But the man named Meng waved his hand so lightly and slapped Morta out, and flew five or six meters in one go. How much strength does it take?

Even if he stole his horse and tried his best to throw the strong and heavy Morta out, he wouldn't be able to throw it out five or six meters at once, right?

He was stunned and incredible, and all the Chinese people in the hall were going crazy.

I was still laughing just now, but I ended up laughing at my own people!

Don’t play like this, why can these thin and thin young Han people slap their powerful and mighty T-nation heroes gently?

Is this a magic trick?

Or else the audience was dreaming, right?

"I'm just a mistake. I didn't expect that you are so young that you are really a master!"

Makavi first came to his senses and stood up to perform a tribute from the Chinese people to Meng Hao.

"You dare not be a master. There are so many people like me in our Han country!" Meng Hao waved his hand and responded indifferently, "So it's nothing you can look down on me, but you are a T-Chinese, who came to our Han country to show off your martial arts and power, and said that all the men in our Han country can't stand you three fists, that's a bit too much!"

Makavi looked one-sided and said, "Our country is just a small country, about the same size as your Han country. No matter how arrogant I, Makavi, dare not say anything that looks down on men in Han country! Mr. Meng wants to compete with me, but please don't blame me for despising Han country!"

He spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He Hui couldn't help but sneer and said, "You have never said anything you look down on our Han men, but your son Morta said it! Besides, the ridicule in the hall just now is not despising us Han people?"

His words were equivalent to a slap in the face.

Makavi's face was so gloomy that he could not argue.

Sutani hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Don't be too arrogant. Don't think that you, the master, can beat my master if you have more strength. If you have the ability, just see the heights of your fists and feet!"

"Yes, I can see the heights of the fists and feet. Don't talk about these things, it's not certain who loses and who wins!"

Several Chinese people shouted in unison, and more Chinese people followed suit.

Morta finally got up from the rostrum, and his two brothers limped down, while shouting: "That's right, dad, you must break this kid's arms and legs and vent my anger!"

"Shut up and you will know to cause trouble for me!" Makave couldn't help but scold.

This kid is cheating on his father! Others didn't see clearly, but he could see clearly.

This Han boy slapped the heavy lifting, even Makavi might not be able to do it.

But at this point, he still had to wipe his butt for his son who cheated.

"Since Mr. Meng is here to compete with me, there will definitely be a battle today! But I have to make it clear first. Once I use this skill, I can't stop it. If I hurt Mr. Meng like I had hurt Mr. Qiao before, Mr. Meng, don't call the police and say that I intend to hurt people! After all, this is your Han Kingdom, not our T Kingdom, and I really don't want to cause trouble!"

His words were sincere and peaceful, as if he really thought so.

He Hui leaned into Meng Hao's ear and whispered: "Brother Meng, you have to be careful! This man is a smiling tiger. He is polite. In fact, he has become a murderous intention. He will definitely attack you later! Before, Coach Qiao said good-looking when he saw his status as a noble person, so he didn't do his best from the beginning. As a result, he easily suppressed his position and could not turn the tables again!"

Meng Hao didn't need to say anything, he already knew Makavi's temperament very well.

Moreover, he knew that Coach Qiao was indeed not a match for Makavi. The so-called "not doing his best" was just a scene saying by Coach Qiao in front of the students.

So Meng Hao waved his hand and asked He Hui to retreat, and then raised his chin at Makavi.

"No matter whether you intentionally interrupt Mr. Qiao's arm, his arm is indeed broken! But our Han country is a country of etiquette, and we will never take any harsh actions against foreign guests! Otherwise, if you lose to me later, I don't need you to give Mr. Qiao an arm, as long as you promise to do something for me, what?"

"You are so confident that you can defeat me?" Makavi narrowed his eyes.

"This may be possible. After all, in battle, there will be times when you win, there will be times when you lose!" Meng Hao said, carelessly.

"A good person wins and loses. Well, I'll take on Mr. Meng's tricks!"

Makavi laughed and jumped onto the rostrum, and suddenly pulled off a shirt outside, revealing a double-breasted vest inside.
Chapter completed!