"What?" Although Park Dong-hoon spoke fluent Chinese, he was still a little angry with Chen Weilin's request. He was challenged for a month, and none of Ning Hai was his opponent. Now there are still people who want to challenge the entire museum, so they should go together.

Park Dong-hoon said with a pale face: "Yes, but you'll beat me first. Maybe he won't say this again after competing with me. Oh, or he can't speak anymore. Sorry, President Chen, I want to ask you to tell him the words of the game without eyelashes and not regret it after entering the hospital. Although our "Han Feng" welcomes challenges, not everyone from all corners can challenge them. This is all about it. If you want to compete, then hurry up."

After saying that, he turned around and sat down, closed his eyes to rest, but he ignored Chen Weilin.

"What, the challenger who came tonight actually wanted to choose the entire 'Hanfeng' Taekwon Hall alone? Is it true or false?"

"Awesome, who is this? It's so awesome. Even if he loses, I will support him."

When the people in the venue heard the news, they immediately became excited. The news spread throughout the venue in an instant. Because this news made the supporters who were just holding a glimmer of hope suddenly become excited. Although they knew that this might not exist, their enthusiasm burst out and could not be stopped.

Ye Mo didn't wait long before Chen Weilin came over, and another person was following him. The person behind Chen Weilin took an agreement for Ye Mo to sign and press his handprints.

After the man left, Chen Weilin said: "The Korean said that only by defeating him can you be qualified to talk about the battle with the rest of their Taekwon Hall. Now he is waiting on the stage."

The enthusiastic and excited venue suddenly became a little quiet after Ye Mo came in. The challenger who originally thought he could speak wildly, even if he was not big or thick, he was at least tall and big, but Ye Mo's quiet appearance looked like a student.

Many people could no longer bear to have their eyes ravaged and quietly retreated, thinking that even if they were no match for others, they could not use this kind of despicable way of pestering and beating. Li Bangqi looked at least nearly 1.9 meters tall, but the master shadow in front of him was not only not tall, but also did not look like a martial arts master no matter how he looked.

Park Dong-hoon was also stunned. To be honest, he was still looking forward to this crazy Shiying. But he didn't expect that it was such a young man. It can be said that the most inconspicuous of the people who competed with him in the past month was the Shiying in front of him.

"You are the one who is crazy about challenging our entire guild?" Park Dongheng pointed at Ye Mo and was really confused.

Ye Mo did not answer Park Dong-hoon, but said coldly: "If you want to fight, hurry up. I still have something to do. I don't have time to pay you a Martian man."

He could tell at a glance that Park Dong-hoon's strength was slightly stronger than Wen Dong, but if he fought hard with Wen Dong, he might not be Wen Dong's opponent. If he was too far behind Brother Hu he met tonight, he would be considered a master?

Martian? Park Dong-hoon repeated, but he quickly realized that he was saying that he had never seen the world. Then he replied: "I will let you know what regrets are."

After saying that, Park Dong-hoon immediately took the lead and kicked a group. When Park Dong-hoon thought about it, Ye Mo would definitely not be able to avoid it. He wanted to kick Ye Mo up as soon as possible, and then when Ye Mo fell down, another back-spin kick broke Ye Mo's leg. That's not counting. At the last link of his plan, the moment Ye Mo's leg broke and fell down, he had to make Ye Mo's face also have a color, preferably kicking Ye Mo's nose bone.

The cheering voice on the court paused immediately. Many people present had watched Park Dong-hoon's several competitions. This was the first time Park Dong-hoon used a combination kick as soon as he came on the court, and it was faster than usual. It seemed that he had not yet shown all his strength in the competition.

The timid girl didn't even dare to see Ye Mo's fate and closed her eyes.

Ye Mo sneered. Judging from Park Dong-hoon's actions, he knew that he would be like this in his life and could never go any further. It was too petty to do so. Although Ye Mo did not practice Chinese martial arts, he knew that an opponent who wanted to kill the opponent in the first move was definitely not a powerful character. Unless he was really powerful enough to be more skilled than his opponent.

Park Dongheng wanted to beat Ye Mo so hard that he couldn't find Bei, he looked too highly at himself.

Ye Mo didn't move, but just looked coldly at the combined feet that Park Dongheng Fei kicked over.

It's over. Everyone who looked at Ye Mo sighed inwardly, but they couldn't even dodge. This was too bad. Chen Weilin had lost a lot and found such a person to be abused.

Park Dong-hoon's idea is good, and it is also impeccable for him. Or it is not difficult to realize this idea for the opponents he has met. Even if it cannot be realized, he still has a second move, which has no impact on him.

What a pity, he met Ye Mo.

The first move Ye Mo did was to reach out and grab his ankle. The second move was to swing him up, and then he flew up and kicked him on the knees of his legs.

Before Park Dong-hoon could scream, Ye Mo's third move was to kick his chest a few more times. The fourth move was the last kick, and that kick just hit the bridge of his nose.

Park Dong-hoon, who was tortured by severe pain, heard the last sentence, "I finally gave you a butt backward and the geese-like style." After hearing this sentence, he felt like he was sitting in the middle of a cylinder. Countless garbage covered his face.

It took a few seconds for Ye Mo to walk down, and a thunderous call broke out on the field. He actually kicked this arrogant stick so easily. Let you be crazy in China, such as Taekwondo, which is not something that was passed on to the Korean Peninsula many years ago by the Tang Dynasty. Now it is actually called his own Taekwondo. As expected, when I met the moves of my ancestors, I still have to turn my butt backwards.

The venue was already in chaos, and countless calls were called out or in.

"Come on, it's really a defeat. There is only one move, so handsome. There should be some behind you. Hurry up, but there is no place inside."

"Hahahaha, who told you to leave? OK, fortunately I didn't listen to you. It's wonderful, wonderful, one move. What? How do you describe that move? Anyway, you just treat it as Xiao Li Feidao. Yes, go and regret it. I don't have time to tell you, I want to see my idol..."

"No, I love Brother Shiying, I want to marry him..."

"Can you be less crazy? Just like you, it's a bit difficult."

"Miao Yuan, you want to die..."

...

"What? He actually won? Or a trick? Damn, why did I be so lucky? I watched it for a month and won the last game without watching it. No, I want to go over quickly. It's so exciting for his grandmother..." A young man who was eating at the food stall hung up the phone and was about to leave.

"Hey, you haven't given your meal money yet..." When the boss rushed out and shouted, there was no sign of people.

(Thank you for your smile and joking chrysanthemums for giving me a lot of money, and directly becoming the strongest helm leader, thank you! Thank you, the, dcl, Feng Hanxuan, I like sugarcane, Chen Linxi, ljin, southern barbarians, Long Shaoll1, genius winner, honest big fat, Mayming's generous rewards from many friends, thank you, thank you!)
Chapter completed!