"South Asian boxing world, respect him as the king!"

"Thailand martial arts, regard it as a tiger!"

"Such a master of martial arts, my benefactor, you are a child with a yellow mouth, and you have no fear of future generations, how dare you insult him?"

Wei Qing spoke eloquently and flew into a rage.

His face was full of pride, and his eyes were cold.

Every time you say a word, you take a step forward.

In the end, Wei Qing kicked even more loudly, as if a thunderbolt exploded, and the bluestone ground under his feet was cracked inch by inch.

Cracks like spider webs extended in all directions.

The surging power and power shocked everyone!

Lin Qinghe's eyes were full of fear, Wu Yang's body trembled even more, Lu Tianhe and the others were also pale.

As for the guard Xiao Liu, his eyes were filled with admiration.

I just feel that Wei Qing is really a rare expert!

Not only is he superior in boxing skills, but he also respects his teachers and has a good character.

Just now, when Ye Fan insulted him, Wei Qing was not as furious as he is now. From this, it can be seen, what kind of status does the boxing champion Horton have in his heart?

However, facing Wei Qing's anger, Ye Fan was not afraid, his delicate face was always calm as usual, and there was even an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because, he found that Wei Qing was worthy of being a follower of King of Fighters Horton.

This method of pretense is exactly the same.

Especially those words just now are exactly the same as what the boxing champion Horton said to him in Shengtian restaurant in Jianghai back then when he was pretending to be aggressive.

Ye Fan reckoned that Holden should have kept these words on his lips all year round. Over time, even his apprentices have memorized them.

"Um?"

"You arrogant bastard, what are you laughing at? How the hell do you have the face to smile?"

Wei Qing almost exploded with anger.

He thought that after he finished speaking, he would see Ye Fan's frightened look.

However, what he never expected was that Ye Fan, a bastard, didn't know that he was guilty of apologizing, but he was still licking his face and laughing there.

Where is he smiling?

However, not only did Ye Fan not restrain himself from Wei Qing's anger, but he calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said lightly, "I'm not laughing at anything."

"I just suddenly remembered that there was someone like you who pretended to be aggressive in front of me."

"It's all the same thing."

"But it's a pity, the grass on that person's grave is estimated to be three feet high now."

"Oh, right." JrNovels.com