Chapter 1865: Careful foot
Although shameless, it is a reasonable use of the rules of the game.
No one has regulations, can't a dozen people join forces?
Tsing Yi young people are proud of him. He has made up his mind. This time he won by many people. The next step is to open the way with money and win the opponent's admit defeat. How to get a place to enter the fourth floor.
Then he didn't have to think about it anymore, but he could stand on the fourth floor stage, and his limelight was naturally enough.
It is so capricious to have money!
There are more than one hundred people in this group, and now a dozen people are a group. This kind of power is really great.
"Take them out first!" A sound sounded.
Everyone listens, yes, although the other party has more than a dozen people, can you? There are almost one hundred, isn’t it possible to play a dozen or so dozens?
"on!"
These people have rushed up, and a group of young people in Tsing Yi are encircling.
Tsing Yi young people are dumbfounded, and he never imagined that this would be the result.
One hundred people, how can they stop them?
When the audience saw it on the field, they couldn’t help but be happy.
It is rare to see such a scene, clearly occupying the upper hand, but it is a reversal of the moment.
Therefore, to be a low-key person, you see, too high-profile is such a end.
If the young people in Tsing Yi will use the strategy, even if they don’t have such a arrogant slap in the face, they will push it straight in the first battle. With the combined strength of more than a dozen people, they will be able to clear the field in an instant.
But now, you have to be abused into a dog.
Hey, in a mess, more than a dozen young people in Tsing Yi were instantly disabled. They just squatted with more people. They didn’t have anything outstanding. They could turn the arrogant masters. How can they resist such a group?
The young man in Tsing Yi was beaten to the ground. He didn’t know how many people’s footprints were smashed. He barely raised his head and found the direction of the earliest voice. He saw a young man smiling at him.
He was furious, this guy is absolutely deliberate!
You wait, I remember you!
Ling Han is sighing. He actually only wants to be a beautiful man quietly, but who can let everyone be in a group, even if he does not take such a scorpion, he still has to solve the other hand.
It is not as good as arching fire, seeing the excitement.
Ling Han waved his hand and smiled: "Go all the way."
Hey, young people in Tsing Yi were beaten out of the battle circle. According to regulations, this lost the qualification of the competition.
The young man in Tsing Yi trembled and climbed up. His face was blue and purple. He hated and said: "We are now vengeful! No one can be so yin, Yamada Takeshi!"
Ling Han brow wrinkled, I don't know how it happened, he hated such a surname, and knew that the other person called the surname of hatred, he should never let the other party run out so easily, should be beaten and beaten again.
Nothing, the other party will obviously not be willing to give up, then there will be opportunities for violence.
When Yamada Takeshi was all cleared, the remaining hundred people actually cheered up, and some hugged each other, and they seemed to be in a good mood. People could not believe that they were actually competitors.
"Ah, hello, you are jealous of me!" One suddenly screamed, because he had just hugged with one person, and as a result, he was smashed at the waist, but fortunately, the dust was too strong, it just made him It has been hit hard and will not hang.
"My ass!" Others were kicked out of the battle circle and screamed at their ass.
Originally still a group of anger, but now it is immediately arrogant, very funny.
The audience in the stands are all laughing, and I feel that this group of battles is too happy. The Tianfeng goddess is a bitter smile. As long as her husband is present, it seems that the serious things will be staged into farce.
Ling Han grabbed his head, he really did nothing, just pulled a blind man.
"Little face, give me out!" A middle-aged man screamed with a big knife. It was all dusty, but it was confined to a small area for melee. In fact, the battle fluctuations are enough for people to drink a pot. It is.
This person's body is very strong, the skin exudes a pale silver luster under the impact of the fluctuating battle, as if the incarnation became a silver **** of war, screaming at the landslide, swept away toward the cold.
"Be careful." Ling Han smiled.
What?
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and I came over with a knife, but you said to me carefully, what does this mean? Did your kid’s head be kicked?
He thought in his heart, but the knife in his hand was not even, and he continued to smash the head and neck of Ling Han.
Seeing that the blade was about to reach the neck of Ling Han, he couldn’t help but show his happiness.
But at this moment, I saw Ling Han raise his hand, gently glimpse, did not see him have any big moves, but the knife that can be pulled out suddenly suddenly turned down and cut to the ground.
Coincidentally, he just rushed out one step, his left foot down, and the knife fell on his left foot.
"Ah" middle-aged strong man suddenly screamed, this knife is so fierce, filled with all his rules of authority, a knife down, the entire ankle is smashed in half, hehe, blood directly sprayed.
Be careful, this is what it meant.
He stared at Ling Han, the world did not have such a clever thing, Ling Han casually guessed the end.
The strength of the other party... is strong enough, so it is possible to control everything and let everything develop with his wishes.
The middle-aged man is full of cold sweat, and the other party is fortunate enough to let this knife reach his feet, instead of being like a younger brother, he is already merciful.
"Thank you!" He left a word and rushed out of the battle circle.
In the stands, everyone is strange and funny. How can there be such a person who just slashed his sword with arrogance, but the result was a knife on his own feet, and then thanked the opponent, it was inexplicable.
"Oh, this is because the young man is very strong, so the person who makes the knife will lick his own back, but he still wants to thank others for not killing." A young man explained that although the cold is very strong, But the face is proud.
"Hey, Cheng Jia's Tianjiao Cheng Fengyun!"
"He can't help it. It is said that he will almost become a king."
"Since he said that the young man is very strong, he must be strong!"
The people on the side are all talking. Some people are bold enough: "Cheng Shao, why don't you participate? And, if you are against the young man, how many wins and losses?"
Cheng Fengyun was proud of his face and said: "Very!" Although Ling Han is very strong, but in his opinion, it is just like this. As for why there is no competition? Jokes, this time even Zhao Qingfeng came, and the three sons left the people in the first battle, what strength is this?
Anyone who participates in the competition is stepped on by Zhao Qingfeng. Why should he take his own insults?
He is already very famous, and does not need to use this kind of competition to enhance his reputation.
"Cheng Shao, according to your opinion, can this young man win from this group?" Someone asked.
Cheng Fengyun thought for a moment and shook his head. He said: "Impossible! He is now too sharp, and he must be confronted by other people. It is difficult to win if he wants to win."