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Lin Zeyu can feel that Lin shisan cares about Lin Bei.
But the madwoman seemed to be not good at expressing her feelings. She went around and became the most primitive. Her son was alive.
Lin Bei didn't need any consolation. He soon perked up. He believes that when he surpasses his parents one day, Lin shisan will look at him with new eyes. The most important thing now is to beat back the Americans who came to Zhaolin and prove his accomplishments by the way.
After walking for a while, Lin Bei stops in front of the vast Martial Arts Museum and listens to the "ha ha" inside. He can't help feeling relaxed and happy.
He clenched his fist and said in silence, "Americans, I hope you are stronger so that I can fight a little more."
Walking into the gate of Daoguan, there is a smooth and bright floor inside, and the crowd is bustling around the martial arts platform.
What surprised Lin Bei and Lin Zeyu was that there were so many people, but they were very quiet. They were afraid that if a mosquito was here, they could hear a clear buzzing sound.
That's not right.
It's the nature of Chinese people to watch the crowd, especially when they fight foreigners, they have to blush and shout.
But why is it silent like death?
Lin Bei has a bad feeling in his heart. He and Lin Zeyu look at each other. They both realize that the students of Zhaolin Wudao class are late for the meeting. Should they be late
"Get out of the way, please." Lin Bei and his friends just pushed through by virtue of their high accomplishments.
They stood in front of the platform and looked at it, but they were all dumbfounded.
Lin Bei cursed in his heart. It was Liu Zhuang!
It's crazy to show yourself in front of the general!
On the platform stood a white American with curly blonde hair. He was handsome, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, and his bare arms were covered with flowers.
At the moment, the white man with a provocative smile on his mouth shook his head and said, "is this Chinese Kung Fu? In your words, it's like a three legged cat. "
In front of this American named Jack, there are students of Zhaolin Wudao class.
Liu Zhuangzheng stood under the stage, his face full of anger and his forehead full of blue veins.
Another group of American students also tried their best to ridicule. Those words with no dirty words but strong humiliation made Liu Zhuang roar,
he turned over and performed martial arts: "bastard, I'll fight you!"
The Chinese under the stage are all gloomy.
Even Lin Bei is not optimistic about Liu Zhuang. It is not difficult to see from his divine perception that Liu Zhuang's cultivation is worse than Jack, an American. However, Jack is a student of the American martial arts class!
Not even the Deputy monitor.
Liu Zhuang jumped on the stage and beat a student as a monitor. No matter whether he won or lost in the end, it was disgraceful.
Moreover, Lin Bei casually glanced at a black man in the American wudaoban. He was nearly two meters tall and his lips were as thick as sausage.
The black man was rough, and his own realm was transformed. His strength completely crushed Liu Zhuang.
"Damn, how can these Americans be so strong?"
"Hehe, isn't Zhaolin too weak? Even if it's a third tier city, you can see that there are at least eight or nine Wudao classes in the south of others. We are the only ones. Do you know why? "
"Eastern province is over! Those high-level officials of the organs have been running away for a long time, and we have all been abandoned! "
"Well. Who calls us? It doesn't matter if we don't have money. Those rich people in the eastern province have moved, and now cities are full, limiting the number of foreigners. It's said that the city tax is rising every day, and we can't afford it any more. "
"Now the right to live in Nanjing is 30 million. Who can afford it? If you are abandoned, just abandon it, incompetent country, ha ha. "
Many of the people who came to watch the war looked sad.
Through this transnational exchange, they see more behind it.
In other cities, schools are set up as usual, with at least seven or eight Wudao classes. Why is Zhaolin so few?
The reason is that the military has no confidence in defending the eastern province!
They're doing something expedient. If anything happens, they'll give up the eastern province!
It is true that this is a rational approach, but this "reason" is so ruthless when it is put on the head of the party concerned.
At this time, we just saw Lin Zeyu's major general rank on his chest, and all of them became angry.
Shut your mouth. Don't be angry.
Lin Zeyu couldn't understand what people were thinking. He clenched his fists and turned pale. He hated his incompetence.
If he can fight in the East Asian front and wipe out the insects, how can he make the civilians so uneasy?
But he couldn't do it. After five years of fighting with the insects, Lin Zeyu clearly understood how difficult it was to advance the Asian East front.
Without a group of top fighters, no amount of troops is cannon fodder.
"Uncle Lin, don't think so. It's everyone's responsibility to eliminate the Zerg, not you." Five year old Lin Bei is mature. He patted Lin Zeyu on the shoulder seriously.
For a moment, Lin Zeyu was wrong again.Regard Linbei as Linnan.
Lin Zeyu couldn't help thinking that if the instructor was there, he would lead the pangolin team members to the East Asia front and wipe out the Zerg?
Now the members of pangolin team have grown up, and the rank of colonel is the second. It's a pity that we are all busy and seldom meet each other. In addition, we all have a lot of strength and don't agree with each other. It's very difficult to have a leader to organize us again.
Even Lin Zeyu, the former monitor, can't do it.
Only the drillmaster, Lin Nan appeared, his voice can let us get together.
In a trance, Lin Zeyu heard a sound in his ear.
"Uncle Lin, what do you think, uncle Lin? I ask you, can I go up now?"
Lin Bei frowned and said, "I'm sure Liu Zhuang can't beat him. Please stop drinking and let me go on stage."
Lin Zeyu just recovered. He shook his head. "No, it's Liu Zhuang who first attacked Jack. If we stop, it will make Americans look down on us. The world of Chinese martial arts can afford to lose! "
This sentence is sonorous. Lin Zeyu stares at Lin Bei and says, "I want you, Dasheng."
"Recover Zhaolin City, lose all face."
The corner of Lin Bei's mouth picked up and rubbed the huge fists all over the calluses, "Uncle Lin, don't worry!"
At this time, the battle on the platform became white hot.
"Ouch!"
"Drink!"
"Ha
Liu Zhuang is sweating, nervous and anxious. His Mantis fists come out frequently, but it's a pity that he can't touch people!
Jack is like a loach rubbed with glue. He jumps like a boxer. His action looks funny, but he is very quick. He can avoid attack with danger every time.
"Hey, Chinese, see? This is our American SAA fighting skill." Jack looked at Liu Zhuang with disdainful eyes, and continued: "you are so disappointing to me. Chinese martial arts, which has been handed down for 5000 years, are not as good as the new fighting skills developed by the United States for decades."
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Lin Zeyu can feel that Lin shisan cares about Lin Bei.
But the madwoman seemed to be not good at expressing her feelings. She went around and became the most primitive. Her son was alive.
Lin Bei didn't need any consolation. He soon perked up. He believes that when he surpasses his parents one day, Lin shisan will look at him with new eyes. The most important thing now is to beat back the Americans who came to Zhaolin and prove his accomplishments by the way.
After walking for a while, Lin Bei stops in front of the vast Martial Arts Museum and listens to the "ha ha" inside. He can't help feeling relaxed and happy.
He clenched his fist and said in silence, "Americans, I hope you are stronger so that I can fight a little more."
Walking into the gate of Daoguan, there is a smooth and bright floor inside, and the crowd is bustling around the martial arts platform.
What surprised Lin Bei and Lin Zeyu was that there were so many people, but they were very quiet. They were afraid that if a mosquito was here, they could hear a clear buzzing sound.
That's not right.
It's the nature of Chinese people to watch the crowd, especially when they fight foreigners, they have to blush and shout.
But why is it silent like death?
Lin Bei has a bad feeling in his heart. He and Lin Zeyu look at each other. They both realize that the students of Zhaolin Wudao class are late for the meeting. Should they be late
"Get out of the way, please." Lin Bei and his friends just pushed through by virtue of their high accomplishments.
They stood in front of the platform and looked at it, but they were all dumbfounded.
Lin Bei cursed in his heart. It was Liu Zhuang!
It's crazy to show yourself in front of the general!
On the platform stood a white American with curly blonde hair. He was handsome, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, and his bare arms were covered with flowers.
At the moment, the white man with a provocative smile on his mouth shook his head and said, "is this Chinese Kung Fu? In your words, it's like a three legged cat. "
In front of this American named Jack, there are students of Zhaolin Wudao class.
Liu Zhuangzheng stood under the stage, his face full of anger and his forehead full of blue veins.
Another group of American students also tried their best to ridicule. Those words with no dirty words but strong humiliation made Liu Zhuang roar,
he turned over and performed martial arts: "bastard, I'll fight you!"
The Chinese under the stage are all gloomy.
Even Lin Bei is not optimistic about Liu Zhuang. It is not difficult to see from his divine perception that Liu Zhuang's cultivation is worse than Jack, an American. However, Jack is a student of the American martial arts class!
Not even the Deputy monitor.
Liu Zhuang jumped on the stage and beat a student as a monitor. No matter whether he won or lost in the end, it was disgraceful.
Moreover, Lin Bei casually glanced at a black man in the American wudaoban. He was nearly two meters tall and his lips were as thick as sausage.
The black man was rough, and his own realm was transformed. His strength completely crushed Liu Zhuang.
"Damn, how can these Americans be so strong?"
"Hehe, isn't Zhaolin too weak? Even if it's a third tier city, you can see that there are at least eight or nine Wudao classes in the south of others. We are the only ones. Do you know why? "
"Eastern province is over! Those high-level officials of the organs have been running away for a long time, and we have all been abandoned! "
"Well. Who calls us? It doesn't matter if we don't have money. Those rich people in the eastern province have moved, and now cities are full, limiting the number of foreigners. It's said that the city tax is rising every day, and we can't afford it any more. "
"Now the right to live in Nanjing is 30 million. Who can afford it? If you are abandoned, just abandon it, incompetent country, ha ha. "
Many of the people who came to watch the war looked sad.
Through this transnational exchange, they see more behind it.
In other cities, schools are set up as usual, with at least seven or eight Wudao classes. Why is Zhaolin so few?
The reason is that the military has no confidence in defending the eastern province!
They're doing something expedient. If anything happens, they'll give up the eastern province!
It is true that this is a rational approach, but this "reason" is so ruthless when it is put on the head of the party concerned.
At this time, we just saw Lin Zeyu's major general rank on his chest, and all of them became angry.
Shut your mouth. Don't be angry.
Lin Zeyu couldn't understand what people were thinking. He clenched his fists and turned pale. He hated his incompetence.
If he can fight in the East Asian front and wipe out the insects, how can he make the civilians so uneasy?
But he couldn't do it. After five years of fighting with the insects, Lin Zeyu clearly understood how difficult it was to advance the Asian East front.
Without a group of top fighters, no amount of troops is cannon fodder.
"Uncle Lin, don't think so. It's everyone's responsibility to eliminate the Zerg, not you." Five year old Lin Bei is mature. He patted Lin Zeyu on the shoulder seriously.
For a moment, Lin Zeyu was wrong again.Regard Linbei as Linnan.
Lin Zeyu couldn't help thinking that if the instructor was there, he would lead the pangolin team members to the East Asia front and wipe out the Zerg?
Now the members of pangolin team have grown up, and the rank of colonel is the second. It's a pity that we are all busy and seldom meet each other. In addition, we all have a lot of strength and don't agree with each other. It's very difficult to have a leader to organize us again.
Even Lin Zeyu, the former monitor, can't do it.
Only the drillmaster, Lin Nan appeared, his voice can let us get together.
In a trance, Lin Zeyu heard a sound in his ear.
"Uncle Lin, what do you think, uncle Lin? I ask you, can I go up now?"
Lin Bei frowned and said, "I'm sure Liu Zhuang can't beat him. Please stop drinking and let me go on stage."
Lin Zeyu just recovered. He shook his head. "No, it's Liu Zhuang who first attacked Jack. If we stop, it will make Americans look down on us. The world of Chinese martial arts can afford to lose! "
This sentence is sonorous. Lin Zeyu stares at Lin Bei and says, "I want you, Dasheng."
"Recover Zhaolin City, lose all face."
The corner of Lin Bei's mouth picked up and rubbed the huge fists all over the calluses, "Uncle Lin, don't worry!"
At this time, the battle on the platform became white hot.
"Ouch!"
"Drink!"
"Ha
Liu Zhuang is sweating, nervous and anxious. His Mantis fists come out frequently, but it's a pity that he can't touch people!
Jack is like a loach rubbed with glue. He jumps like a boxer. His action looks funny, but he is very quick. He can avoid attack with danger every time.
"Hey, Chinese, see? This is our American SAA fighting skill." Jack looked at Liu Zhuang with disdainful eyes, and continued: "you are so disappointing to me. Chinese martial arts, which has been handed down for 5000 years, are not as good as the new fighting skills developed by the United States for decades."
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Lin Zeyu can feel that Lin shisan cares about Lin Bei. But the madwoman seemed to be not good at expressing her feelings. She went around and became the most primitive. Her son was alive. Lin Bei didn't need any consolation. He soon perked up. He believes that when he surpasses his parents one day, Lin shisan will look at him with new eyes. The most important thing now is to beat back the Americans who came to Zhaolin and prove his accomplishments by the way. After walking for a while, Lin Bei stops in front of the vast Martial Arts Museum and listens to the "ha ha" inside. He can't help feeling relaxed and happy. He clenched his fist and said in silence, "Americans, I hope you are stronger so that I can fight a little more." Walking into the gate of Daoguan, there is a smooth and bright floor inside, and the crowd is bustling around the martial arts platform. What surprised Lin Bei and Lin Zeyu was that there were so many people, but they were very quiet. They were afraid that if a mosquito was here, they could hear a clear buzzing sound. That's not right. It's the nature of Chinese people to watch the crowd, especially when they fight foreigners, they have to blush and shout. But why is it silent like death? Lin Bei has a bad feeling in his heart. He and Lin Zeyu look at each other. They both realize that the students of Zhaolin Wudao class are late for the meeting. Should they be late "Get out of the way, please." Lin Bei and his friends just pushed through by virtue of their high accomplishments. They stood in front of the platform and looked at it, but they were all dumbfounded. Lin Bei cursed in his heart. It was Liu Zhuang! It's crazy to show yourself in front of the general! On the platform stood a white American with curly blonde hair. He was handsome, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, and his bare arms were covered with flowers. At the moment, the white man with a provocative smile on his mouth shook his head and said, "is this Chinese Kung Fu? In your words, it's like a three legged cat. " In front of this American named Jack, there are students of Zhaolin Wudao class. Liu Zhuangzheng stood under the stage, his face full of anger and his forehead full of blue veins. Another group of American students also tried their best to ridicule. Those words with no dirty words but strong humiliation made Liu Zhuang roar, he turned over and performed martial arts: "bastard, I'll fight you!" The Chinese under the stage are all gloomy. Even Lin Bei is not optimistic about Liu Zhuang. It is not difficult to see from his divine perception that Liu Zhuang's cultivation is worse than Jack, an American. However, Jack is a student of the American martial arts class! Not even the Deputy monitor. Liu Zhuang jumped on the stage and beat a student as a monitor. No matter whether he won or lost in the end, it was disgraceful. Moreover, Lin Bei casually glanced at a black man in the American wudaoban. He was nearly two meters tall and his lips were as thick as sausage. The black man was rough, and his own realm was transformed. His strength completely crushed Liu Zhuang. "Damn, how can these Americans be so strong?" "Hehe, isn't Zhaolin too weak? Even if it's a third tier city, you can see that there are at least eight or nine Wudao classes in the south of others. We are the only ones. Do you know why? " "Eastern province is over! Those high-level officials of the organs have been running away for a long time, and we have all been abandoned! " "Well. Who calls us? It doesn't matter if we don't have money. Those rich people in the eastern province have moved, and now cities are full, limiting the number of foreigners. It's said that the city tax is rising every day, and we can't afford it any more. " "Now the right to live in Nanjing is 30 million. Who can afford it? If you are abandoned, just abandon it, incompetent country, ha ha. " Many of the people who came to watch the war looked sad. Through this transnational exchange, they see more behind it. In other cities, schools are set up as usual, with at least seven or eight Wudao classes. Why is Zhaolin so few? The reason is that the military has no confidence in defending the eastern province! They're doing something expedient. If anything happens, they'll give up the eastern province! It is true that this is a rational approach, but this "reason" is so ruthless when it is put on the head of the party concerned. At this time, we just saw Lin Zeyu's major general rank on his chest, and all of them became angry. Shut your mouth. Don't be angry. Lin Zeyu couldn't understand what people were thinking. He clenched his fists and turned pale. He hated his incompetence. If he can fight in the East Asian front and wipe out the insects, how can he make the civilians so uneasy? But he couldn't do it. After five years of fighting with the insects, Lin Zeyu clearly understood how difficult it was to advance the Asian East front. Without a group of top fighters, no amount of troops is cannon fodder. "Uncle Lin, don't think so. It's everyone's responsibility to eliminate the Zerg, not you." Five year old Lin Bei is mature. He patted Lin Zeyu on the shoulder seriously. For a moment, Lin Zeyu was wrong again.Regard Linbei as Linnan. Lin Zeyu couldn't help thinking that if the instructor was there, he would lead the pangolin team members to the East Asia front and wipe out the Zerg? Now the members of pangolin team have grown up, and the rank of colonel is the second. It's a pity that we are all busy and seldom meet each other. In addition, we all have a lot of strength and don't agree with each other. It's very difficult to have a leader to organize us again. Even Lin Zeyu, the former monitor, can't do it. Only the drillmaster, Lin Nan appeared, his voice can let us get together. In a trance, Lin Zeyu heard a sound in his ear. "Uncle Lin, what do you think, uncle Lin? I ask you, can I go up now?" Lin Bei frowned and said, "I'm sure Liu Zhuang can't beat him. Please stop drinking and let me go on stage." Lin Zeyu just recovered. He shook his head. "No, it's Liu Zhuang who first attacked Jack. If we stop, it will make Americans look down on us. The world of Chinese martial arts can afford to lose! " This sentence is sonorous. Lin Zeyu stares at Lin Bei and says, "I want you, Dasheng." "Recover Zhaolin City, lose all face." The corner of Lin Bei's mouth picked up and rubbed the huge fists all over the calluses, "Uncle Lin, don't worry!" At this time, the battle on the platform became white hot. "Ouch!" "Drink!" "Ha Liu Zhuang is sweating, nervous and anxious. His Mantis fists come out frequently, but it's a pity that he can't touch people! Jack is like a loach rubbed with glue. He jumps like a boxer. His action looks funny, but he is very quick. He can avoid attack with danger every time. "Hey, Chinese, see? This is our American SAA fighting skill." Jack looked at Liu Zhuang with disdainful eyes, and continued: "you are so disappointing to me. Chinese martial arts, which has been handed down for 5000 years, are not as good as the new fighting skills developed by the United States for decades." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
