Chapter 185 Changes

The matter of Chinese kung fu against Japanese karate spread all over Foshan a few days ago, so at the time of this competition, more than 80% of the people in Foshan came. Outside this ring, they were all surrounded by people, and those Japanese officers were all sitting on the high platform. Because Miura was going to participate in the martial arts competition, the seats on this high platform Naturally, Sato is the leader. At this moment, Sato is drinking tea while closing his eyes to refresh himself. It seems that he has more confidence in this test than Miura.

"Did you give that medicine to Ye Wen today?" Sato waved his hand and motioned the Japanese officer in the major's uniform next to him to turn his head sideways.

"Coloe Sato is relieved that he has been given medicine to the food for the past five days, and he deliberately increased the amount of medicine this morning." The major whispered.

"Well, I'm relieved. Humph, the judo of this empire will not lose to Chinese kung fu." Sato pushed his glasses and grinned.

"Coloe Sato, why didn't the other person give him medicine?" The major whispered.

"Another one, that one is called Sunday?" Sato shook his head. "Our potion is very precious. There is no need to use it for some people who are not threatened. You think General Miura will lose to that person. Well, you know that Sunday's strength. It is impossible to beat General Miura at all, and that person is also very timid under my threat. He has promised to deliberately lose to General Miura, so this time is foolproof.

"It turns out that Colonel Sato has been arranged, and my subordinates are talking too much." The major complimented, then took a step back and retreated to his position just now.

"Liu Zhao, go and bring those two people, and tell them again that Sunday, don't go too much for him to play." Sato took out his watch, looked at the time, and turned his head to Liu Zhao, who was standing not far away.

"Hi..." At this moment, Liu Zhao was a little stunned. Hearing Sato shouting himself, he bowed quickly and said. Liu Zhao didn't know about Sato's medicine for Ye. When Sato talked to the major just now, Liu Zhao secretly heard it. Liu Ziao's heart was cold when he heard the news, but then he was slightly relieved. If Ye Wen wins Sanpu, it is difficult to escape death. If Ye Wen loses, he may still be able to live. Liu Zhao, who believes that it is better to live than to die, naturally feels that it would be better for Ye Wen to lose.

"Han Jun, running dog!"

"It's really a shame for the Chinese!"

"Are you still Chinese? You should be a slave to Xiaoyu!"

When Liu Zhao walked through the passage under the ring, the onlookers pointed to Liu Zhao and scolded him. If it hadn't been stopped by me, I was afraid that those people would rush up and beat Liu Zhao. At this time, Liu Zhao was also a little restless. Listening to the curses of his compatriots, Liu Zhao wanted to be fast, but he couldn't get up quickly. "I'm not Han Jun. I'm not a lackey. I'm a translator for the sake of my livelihood." Liu Zhao kept repeating this sentence, as if to give himself a reason.

"I'm not a Chinese anniper!" Liu Zhao, who was full of sweat, finally couldn't stand the pressure in his heart. He roared and ran quickly to the truck guarded by the Japanese soldiers.

At this time, Zhou Tian and Ye Wen were talking in their own truck.

"Master Ye, you don't look too good." Zhou Tian was a little nervous. It felt like being sent to the execution ground. Fortunately, today's protagonist is not himself. Even if he loses to Miura, it has nothing to do with it.

"It's okay. It's just boring these two days." Ye Wen nodded and smiled, still so elegant, which was much better than Sunday, when the palms of his hands were already sweating.

"Master Ye, are you sure?" Although Zhou Tian knew that Ye Wen would definitely defeat Sanpu, he couldn't help asking this sentence.

"I haven't had a fight with him. I don't know about this yet." Ye Wen shook his head, and there was a little worry between his eyebrows.

"Master Ye has to fight for us. Since the September 18 Incident, we Chinese have been bullied everywhere. In front of so many fellow villagers in Foshan, Master Ye must correct the name of our Chinese kung fu." Zhou Tian fully mobilized Ye Wen's martial arts competition from the perspective of national righteousness, but Zhou Tian's tone looked like an audience. Obviously, Zhou Tian did not think he could give any threat to Miura. After a while, he had to fight with Miura first, and Miura would definitely defeat himself with thunder in order to maintain his physical strength, and he himself It is estimated that this little effort can be blocked for three or five minutes.

"Master Zhou, where are you..." Ye asked.

"Me? I can help Master Ye consume the physical strength of Miura. Sundays with self-knowledge can only do some dirty work.

"Hey," Ye Wen shook his head and sighed, stood up and said, "Master Zhou, I'm afraid that this defeat of Sanpu can only be handed over to you this time."

"What!" Zhou Tian was stunned by Ye Wen's words, and he also stood up and stared at Ye Wen: This boy should not plan to quit. He can't do it. Ye Wen's character should be good.

"I'm poisoned." Ye asked.

"Master Ye, don't be kidding." I was nervous on Sunday.

Ye Wen shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his slightly blue arm and said, "What I found two days ago was that it should have been poisoned in the meal. I thought it would not be too serious, but I didn't expect that with a little force just now, I found that the poison was much more powerful than yesterday."

"Is the poisoning very deep? The shadow does not affect the use of Yongchunquan." Sunday said with the last glimmer of expectation.

"This kind of poison is very strange. You can only feel uncomfortable when you work hard, so Yongchunquan can't be used at all." Ye Wen said with a punch, and then his whole face twisted and looked very painful.

"What should I do?" There is a sweat on Zhou Tian's head. If there is paper now, you can try to detoxify with spiritual charms, but the paper on Zhou Tian's body is not written as a finished spiritual charm on Sunday, and it can't be used at all. At this time, where can I find paper at this time - Sunday's first time, I need paper because it is so urgent for things other than going to the toilet. .

"It's too late to say anything." Ye Wen shook his head and said to Zhou Tian, "Master Zhou, I'm afraid this battle depends on you."

"Are you kidding?" Sunday's sweat penetrated his clothes and sat down on the bench behind him. Sunday originally planned very well, but now this main character is poisoned, and now he has to let himself do his work. The problem is that he doesn't have a diamond, and Ye Wen can't do the porcelain work by himself.

Zhou Tian is worried about this lost soul, and Liu Zhao, who also has a decadent face, came over.

"Master Ye is poisoned, can't he?" When Zhou Tian saw Liu Zhao coming, he grabbed his shoulder and shook it vigorously. If the situation has changed, please let me know that I can make some preparations. Now the shit is on my butt's door, and I don't even have a piece of paper to write a spiritual charm.

"I just knew it, too." Liu Zhao struggled for a while and failed to get rid of it. He had to shout, "Now I can only rely on you. If you win Sanpu, you will win for Chinese kung fu. You are a national hero. Even if you die, someone will set up a monument for you. My mother will always be just a Han anniper."

"I don't want to die." Zhou Tian knew that it was useless for him to be angry with Liu Zhao, and the game was about to start. Even if there was a rune paper, it was too late to make a spiritual charm.

"Master Zhou, please be quiet." Ye Wen patted Zhou Tian on the shoulder and said, "At this time, we have no way out. Whether we win or lose, I'm afraid it's a dead end. Since it's death, let's fight. Since I invaded China, I haven't been able to do anything. Now the only thing I can do now is to fight for the last light for China. But this opportunity is gone, and Master Zhou, you can. I know Master Zhou, you think you may not be able to beat the Sanpu, but you have to try it anyway.

" OK, I will do my best." Sunday also calmed down at this time, clenched his fist, and said to Liu Zhao, "Now it's time to start. Take us there."

"En" Liu Zhao was still a little depressed. After nodding to Zhou Tian, he said to the soldier on the surface of the car.

"Come on, Master Zhou, come on, Master Ye."

"Master Zhou, Master Ye is going to defeat Xiao Yuben."

"Give us glory!"

In the process of being escorted to the ring, Zhou Tian and Ye Wen were constantly cheering for them. Of course, during this period, they were also mixed with insults to Liu Zao.

Zhou Tian turned his head and looked at Liu Zhao. Seeing that he was depressed, his eyes were full of death. He knew that the name of Han Jun was quite heavy on him, but at this time, his last name was also difficult to save his life, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to pat him on the shoulder to show his comfort.

"Master Zhou, win glory for the country!" Walking under the ring, Ye Wen bowed his hand to Zhou Tianyi and said.

"I will do my best." Zhou Tian smiled at Ye Wen, and then walked into the ring, and Zhou Tian suddenly felt much more relaxed when he went to the ring. He looked under the ring and saw that there were tens of thousands of Chinese people watching the battle, which couldn't help but make Zhou Tian a little more confident.

"Down with the little one!" Zhou Tian stood in the ring and shouted loudly, while tens of thousands of people under the stage also responded. Zhou Tian actually wanted to take a coincidence and arouse the people's anger before the fight was started. If it could really take advantage of this energy to mess up, it would be easier for Zhou Tian's trousers belt in the back of Sanpu, but the reality is cruel. Zhou Tian Although this was more inflammatory, it had not been able to help the people under the stage to make up their determination to resist, so I planned to give a speech on Sunday, but at this time, I heard a burst of gunfire, and the surroundings quickly calmed down.

"Don't waste time, hurry up and start." Naturally, it was Sato who ordered the gun to be fired. When he saw that he didn't know what he shouted on Sunday, the people under the stage echoed. This situation was not very good, so Sato ordered a shot to shock him.

(to be continued)