Seeing that all the warriors were silent, Chen Hao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Unintentionally planted willows and willows, the foundation-building pill finally fell into his hands?

However, he has successfully built the foundation, and it seems useless to take the foundation-building pills.

But Mr. Lu was unaware of the situation and ordered Chen Chuping to get the foundation-building pills, and then came to Chen Hao's side:

"It's really thanks to you today. Although you are not a member of the Boyang County Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, at least you are from Boyang County. If you get the Foundation Building Pill, it won't make our association too embarrassed."

"Old Lu..."

Chen Hao scratched his head. He had just thought about it and decided to leave the foundation-building pills to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.

First, it is to ensure that the Chinese Medicine Association has a safe face, and secondly, it is just in case. If the Chinese Medicine Association has martial artists join in the future, it may be able to revive the Chinese Medicine Association's moral integrity.

However, before he could say this, another team of people walked into the stadium.

"It's here."

A man with a middle-parted hairstyle nodded and bowed to several blonde foreigners.

"Wang Badan, why are you here?"

Old Lu frowned and stared at the middle-aged man: "And he also brought a group of foreigners."

"Our Overlord Medical and Martial Arts Association is also a branch of the Dianmo Medical and Martial Arts Association. Why can't I compete for the inheritance of medical and martial arts?"

Wang Badan glanced at Old Lu disdainfully, then smiled flatteringly at the foreigners beside him, and invited him to the seat with a smile.

"The Overlord Medical and Martial Arts Association has long announced that it will transfer to Western medicine and Taekwondo, and has broken up with the Dianmo Medical and Martial Arts Association. How can you still have the qualifications to compete for the inheritance of medical and martial arts?"

Mr. Lu was so angry that his face turned red and he kept coughing.

"A single cut and cut? Is that true? Why did I forget that this happened?"

Wang Badan smiled generously, looking like a scoundrel.

"you……"

Old Lu stitched a crutch heavily, so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Old Mr. Lu is not worth it to get angry with this kind of garbage."

Chen Hao hurriedly held Mr. Lu and gently patted Mr. Lu's back to make Lu's breathing smoothly.

"Where are you from the stinky farmer?"

Wang Badan looked at Chen Hao coldly: "Dare you say I am trash, then what are you, a piece of shit?"

Chen Hao glanced at Wang Badan with a cold look: "Do you have the ability to say something?"

"I'm talking about you..." Wang Badan was fearless.

However, before he finished speaking, he was pulled by a tall foreign man.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to waste time here."

The foreign man said coldly in a strange Chinese accent.

"Yes, Mr. Jewe."

Wang Badan was very afraid of these foreigners and was servile, so he did not dare to say a word.

But when he turned his head to face Mr. Lu, his waist was straight and his voice was loud:

"The medical and martial arts inheritance must be from our Overlord Medical and Martial Arts Association today, and can only be from our Overlord Medical and Martial Arts Association."

"Why?"

Chen Hao asked coldly.

"Why? Just because the people from our Overlord Medical and Martial Arts Association are the best at fighting!"

Wang Badan smiled proudly.

"Yeah?"

Chen Hao smiled and looked down on Wang Badan, who admired foreign countries and fascinated the foreigners.

"Is it the best to fight? You have to know if you have to fight."

Chen Hao said in a deep voice, in front of a group of foreigners, he was unwilling to retreat, nor could he retreat.

"Are you going to fight us?"

A foreign man named Jiewei looked at Chen Hao disdainfully: "I'm sorry, you'd better go. I don't want to fight you. Even if you are not afraid of being beaten to death by me, I'm still afraid that you will dirty my hands."

As he said that, Jie Wei walked to the sports platform and glanced at the circle of warriors around him:

"Who wants to come and play with me? Or, you guys go together."

Jiewei was very arrogant and laughed: "Anyway, you guys are all just good at making fuss. I can beat you all down by myself."

Hearing this, all the warriors were furious.

"Haha, are you angry?"

Jiewei shrugged: "But, am I wrong? Isn't the so-called Chinese martial arts just a fancy style? It's useless except for being good-looking!"

"The inheritance of China cannot be humiliated, and Chinese martial arts are by no means a fancy."

The bald man was very angry and was the first to jump onto the sports platform.

Although he is not a good person, he is not a bad person, especially at this moment, he must not let foreigners look down on Chinese martial arts!

"Are you not an internal martial artist?"

Jiewei raised his index finger and shook it gently: "You can't do it, you're too weak, so let's go down quickly, otherwise I'm afraid of killing you with one punch. After all, I'm the sixth section of Taekwondo black belt!"

Upon hearing this, the bald man's face suddenly changed.

The third section of Taekwondo black belt can compare to ordinary internal martial artists.

As for the sixth section of Taekwondo black belt, it requires extremely strong internal martial artists to deal with it.

He is indeed not a match for Jewei.

But he didn't want to leave the market just like this.

Because doing so will make this group of foreigners even more arrogant.

"Brother, you go down first."

At this time, a big man in a black tights jumped onto the sports platform.

"I am an internal martial artist, let me meet him."

"you?"

Jiewei looked at the man in black, and his eyes were still disdainful.

And, very suddenly, he took action.

Before the man in black was ready, he saw Jiewei kicking him and hurriedly made a blocking position, but he was still at a disadvantage.

One mistake was made, and the man in black started the bad start and was suppressed by Jiewei.

Two minutes later, Jiewei hit the man in black with a hook punch and directly knocked him off the sports table.

"I have already said that you can go together. Anyway, you guys who practice Chinese martial arts are just a bunch of waste."

Jiewei was very arrogant. When he spoke, he did not forget to give a thumbs up at the crowd, and then turned his thumbs down in front of everyone.

This is a bare-fruit contempt!

"Chinese martial arts must not be humiliated."

An old man in Tang suit walked onto the stage.

His hair turned white and his back was a little hunched, but he still wanted to fight with Jiewei without hesitation.

"Although I am old, I am at the peak of my internal strength after all, so I don't believe that I can't cure you!"

The old man in Tang suit shouted softly and fought with Jie Wei.

But after Jiewei fought with the old man in Tang suit, he found that his strength was not as strong as that of the old man in Tang suit, so he stopped fighting with the old man in Tang suit, but began to dodge back and forth.

"This guy wants to consume the old man's energy!"

"It's so sinister, I actually use this trick."

"Damn it, although the old man is stronger in his hard work, his physical strength cannot keep up and he will soon be at a disadvantage."

A group of people were secretly anxious.

"Go to die."
Chapter completed!