The Prince of Tennis

To talk about Li Xiliang's strength in national martial arts, even if he is the number one in the world, Fujimine believes.Even with the relaxed energy of the Great Master Huajin that he arbitrarily drives, Fujimine even felt that someone told him that nothing in the world could beat Li Xiliang, and he could accept it.

But what he said was going to play tennis. That was Minan Jiro's home court!

Whether Li Xiliang's ability to fight is the best in the world or not, but Nan Jiro's ability to play tennis must be the best in the world.

"You said, isn't it good to eat and play?" Fujimine shook his head with regret, and said, "Why do you need to find abuse?"

"Stop talking nonsense, can I still be afraid of him?" Li Xiliang's head raised, and the imposing manner on the floor was almost endless. Compared with Li Xiliang's present imposing manner, Sun Boting was a grandson.

"Yes, you are good, right?" Fujimine arched his hands: "I'm afraid of you."

"Fear of a fart!" Li Xiliang's eyes widened, and said: "Let your kid see the strongest battle in tennis, paving the way for you in the future. That's me, I will tell you, if you ask him for someone else Take care of you."

"Yo yo yo, it's terrible." I just watched you sneer here quietly, and Fujimine sneered in his heart. He was only twenty-four or five years old, and it would be a monster that the world could not tolerate if the level of national art was able to transform energy. , Is it possible that the strength of tennis can be compared with that of Nan Jiro, a lonely figure seeking defeat?

"Stop calling the driver, I'll drive." Li Xiliang rolled up his sleeves and smiled: "I can't wait!"

Facts have proved that Li Xiliang is indeed an old driver, and his drift level may not be lower than that of Fujiwara Takumi, and he arrived at Echizen's house in just over ten minutes.Tengfeng is considered to have practiced Chinese martial arts, but Li Xiliang almost vomited his entire stomach.

"Your uncle, you have the ability to drive like this on the second ring of the Forty-Nine City?" Tengfeng clutched his stomach and scolded his mother. Li Xiliang, this guy, whether he is thick-skinned or urinary fucking, this attribute is completely the same as Fujifeng The same, but every attribute has crushed Fujie for an unknown number of times, and Fujie is even more aggrieved when confronted with Li Xiliang than when he looked at him.

"It's not that I haven't done it before." Li Xiliang sneered: "I have time to come to Forty-Nine City, I will take you to feel it?"

Fujimine's eyes widened, and he suffocated for a long time, "Okay, you can."

Fujimine simply counseled, and he was still waiting for abuse when he refused to accept it?

"Master, this is my friend." After entering the temple, Fujimine reached out and introduced: "My master, Echizen Minajiro."

"Hello." Li Xiliang's face did not change at all, and his cynical face smiled even more casually, no different from ordinary fishing line, and he reached out and shook Minan Jiro.

But looking back at Minami Jiro, his face is very solemn, which has never happened before.To say that Minamijiro, Fujimine and Li Xiliang are actually the same kind of people, but his skin thickness and urination are much worse than the two.

But despite this, I've never seen the madness Nanjiro show such a solemn expression to anyone. His ease comes from his confidence. In this world, there is no one who can threaten him, so he feels bored. , Also looking forward to the new generation of the next generation.

However, the man in front of him felt obviously different, and Minajiro's hand stretched out was even a little trembling.

Li Xiliang didn't use any force. If he did, Minanjiro's entire palm would have been crushed into powder. He didn't release the aura of national arts, because Fujimine didn't feel it. Minanjiro, who has never practiced martial arts, is even less likely to do it. Feel.

The only explanation is that he has released an aura that is invisibly a tennis strength, and this aura level is too high, or it is too good by Li Xiliang, so Fujimine did not feel it, but he clearly gave Minami Jiro an impact. .

"You are..." Even when Minamijiro fought the world back then, there was no one who could make him be so cautious and asked carefully, "Nakaguo?"

"You all know this, you deserve to be Nan Jiro!" Li Xiliang absently praised.

"I don't dare to say whether there are masters in my own land, I still know." Minami Jiro's meaning is very obvious. There is no one who can make him call a master in Japan, and even in the world. What kind of arrogance, what kind of self-confidence?

"Only the ancient country to the west, I have always respected." Nan Jiro stared at Li Xiliang's eyes slowly and said: "A place where incredible miracles will happen."

"You're overwhelmed." Li Xiliang drew out Fujimine's racket and said: "My style of play is the same as Fujimine, so why don't you serve first?"

"No problem." Nan Jiro nodded, shaking his body, and the purple-black image of a terrifying warrior slashed at Li Xiliang with a knife.

The starting hand is the strongest in the fifth realm!

"Since you already know my weight, are you trying to test me like this?" Li Xiliang frowned and flung the racket in his hand before hitting the ball back, as if it were a trivial piece of dust. "Take the real thing. Otherwise it's very boring."

"Interesting!" Minami Jiro laughed, untied his large monk robe and tied it around his waist. He turned out to be naked to the upper body, revealing a naked muscle, and said: "It's been a long time since I was so happy, come!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Hey!"

Nanjirou's strength is not what Fujimine can imagine now. He stood behind Li Xiliang, only to feel that an entire universe was overwhelming.Explosion, tolerance, operation, order, infinity, time, space, endless, all-encompassing.

If there is a person who is closest to God in the field of tennis, or there is an existence that can be called God, it must be such an existence, it must be this Minanjiro!

"Snapped!"

But the things that surprised Fujimine are still behind. Li Xiliang stood there, and the racket was only slightly swayed, as if it was so casually dusted in the wind, and Nanjiro seemed to contain an entire universe's most reasonable attack lightly and completely blocked. Went back.Fujimine was standing less than one meter behind Li Xiliang, but Nanjirou's power to destroy a mountain was not felt by him.

Li Xiliang's ease was like playing against Fujimine at the Kanto Stadium after finishing the game with Bingdi that day.Use the same action, the same posture, and hit back.The person opposite, whether it is Fujimine or Minami Jiro, or a layman who can't play tennis, to him, it seems that there is no difference at all.

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