Job change for all: This berserker is too calm!

In the exclamation of the old color critic audience, the two beauties rolled together on the ground.

Although Qiman'er's strength is slightly weaker than that of the "gunman", she seems to be very proficient in ground lock skills, and she is like a loach that haunts the "gunman".

And when she was struggling desperately, Qiman'er seized the opportunity to grab her right hand with a wrist cross, one leg straddling over the opponent's neck to lock her head, and the other leg from the opponent's chest to lock her upper body.

Holding the wrist of the "gunman" with both hands, Qiman'er pulled her arm to her chest hard, and the armor on her lower abdomen pressed against her elbow joint, twisting her arm in the sound of clicking and breaking, causing the "gunman" to let out a piercing scream.

After breaking the arm of the "gunman", Qiman'er quickly turned over, took advantage of her inability to exert strength in severe pain, flew to the top of the "gunman"'s head, wrapped in armour, wrapped in armour, hugged her fragile neck, and gave her a bare stranglehold full of metal oppression.

Qiman'er's perfectly posed ground bare wrangling lasted only about ten seconds, and the purple-faced and unable to speak "gunman" whose mobile left hand kept slapping the ring to show that he was throwing in the towel.

After the referee announced that Qiman'er had won, Qiman'er immediately let go of the "gunman's" neck, and raised her hand to throw a mouthful of milk on her, and under the holy light, the "gunman" was quickly recovered by Qiman'er's broken arm, and her face gradually recovered.

"This milk skill is actually the Light of the Holy Domain, and her initial professional skill is too good, right? The priest has more than thirty one-turn professional skills, and she can actually randomly sign two? Ou

Hua watched with interest as Qiman'er helped the "gunman" off the ring in the live TV broadcast.

Just like Zhao Huaiyu said, the abnormality of the abyss has led to more and more strong people in the younger generation, and there are so many capable people in Yishan City alone, let alone nationwide.

After all, there are many born with diamond spoons in this world, and they have been leveling since they were young, and the top arrogants who kill monsters do not care about the ranking of the Qingyun list, so they did not come to participate.

However, in the era of more and more powerful people, it is often accompanied by disasters that ordinary human beings cannot resist.

"Uncle Zhao, who is my opponent in the next game?"

The ensuing battle didn't seem to be fun, and Ou Hua sent a message to Zhao Huaiyu after turning off the TV.

"Who do you want to be?"

Zhao Huaiyu also replied with great confidence, it seems that he relied on Ou Hua's signing and also fell on his thighs in the general association.

"Come on someone who can fight, don't be Qiman'er, to tell the truth, I'm really afraid of her..."

Ou Hua said immediately, he didn't pick opponents, but he didn't want to fight against Qiman'er.

Although Qi Man'er is difficult, her strength value after turning on the skill far exceeds her.

No matter how meticulous she is, she can't stop her strength.

The most important thing is that she is her classmate, and she Lv.28 defeated three second-change professionals to reach the top 32, which is enough to prove her hard work and persistence, and Ou Hua does not want her to stop at the top 32.

I don't know if it's her own illusion, Ou Hua feels that as long as Qi Man'er doesn't meet herself, she can achieve a very good ranking, after all, her toughness and the ground lock technique she just performed are really terrifying.

"You won't meet her, the 32-16 battle has been drawn internally, she is the worst, in the last group P, you are the strongest, in the leader A group, unless she wins all the way to the winner's group final, she can't meet you."

Zhao Huaiyu was silent for a while before replying to the message.

"Moreover, even if she advances to the top 8, she should lose when she is 8 to 4, and her opponent in that battle must be the extremely powerful two-turn hidden profession, which is not an opponent that can be defeated by hard work, courage and persistence."

“... Your battle schedule is really dark enough. Listening

to Zhao Huaiyu's words, Ou Hua couldn't help but complain.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is decided by the system by drawing lots."

Zhao Huaiyu replied speechlessly, but did not deny Ou Hua's complaint.

"Thank you Uncle Zhao, I'm fine, I won't bother you."

For Ou Hua, as long as he doesn't meet Qiman'er, it's okay.

Looking at the OK emoji sent by Zhao Huaiyu, Ou Hua put down his mobile phone, got up and moved his body.

Already accustomed to going all out to brush monsters, he held back for several days, feeling uncomfortable.

In order to maintain her best condition, Ou Hua came to the gym on the second floor of the hotel.

Looking at the macho men working out in the gym, he shrunk his neck.

Although the smell of sweat, fox and feet here made his head a little dizzy, he had nowhere else to go but to bite the bullet and go in.

Can't you run to the gym of Feng Xiaoxiao's girls' hotel to exercise, right?

When he thought of being surrounded by a group of beautiful girls in cool clothes, he could think of the scene of being taken away for tea by those combat-ready policemen Shu Huang pressing their shoulders...

After changing into training clothes, he quietly came to the magic sandbag and moved his hands and feet, and adjusted the crystal ball adjuster next to the sandbag to 1000 strength points.

This move of his is to make the fierce men who are watching him smack, this strength value can only be achieved by a four-turn professional!

Can this guy who made a big splash in the ring really be impressed?!

Or is he just grandstanding?!

However, with the blood mist shockwave set off by the "Blood Engine", Ou Hua hit the magic sandbag with a beautiful downward hook.

Under his punch, the sandbag that could withstand the fury of 1000 strength points swung slightly.

The whispered discussions around him also stopped instantly with this punch.

Ou Hua's punch speed became faster and faster, and in the sound of breaking the air, the rain-like fist shadow hit the magic sandbag constantly dented.

In one minute, the "Blood Engine" turned on again, and a thicker blood flame rose up into the sky, but it was blocked by a square magic matrix of 4 square meters.

After the HP dropped to 50%, Ou Hua's strength soared to 739 points! The mana sandbag that could withstand 1,000 strength points was swayed greatly by Ou Hua, and the dent became even larger after receiving the blow.

Ou Hua, who had an agility of more than three hundred, turned into a blood shadow and continuously bombarded the magic sandbag, and the sound of breaking the air turned into a loud boom.

In two minutes, the "blood engine" turned on again, and the thick blood flame shook the entire building like a thunderbolt, and even the magic matrix almost failed to prevent this blow.

Ou Hua, whose strength had broken through to 989 points, seemed to disappear, and the entire gym could only hear the dense blows like a grenade explosion.

"Boom!"

The biggest bang to date was deafening, and the magic sandbag that had been swayed was blasted with that loud bang, and fine grit erupted from the huge breach, shooting like a shotgun bullet on the magic matrix with a metal scratching sound.

"..." Ou

Hua, who was finally refreshed, stopped his fist instantly, and at this time, he was still in the state of "blood engine", he laughed extremely maniacally, saying that he escaped from a mental hospital, no one would suspect.

Standing in the thick blood flame, he was like a demon god who came out of the blood domain, but his eyes were exceptionally calm, and there was no sign of losing his mind.

"What about the manager? Manger! My strength value is obviously less than 1000, why did I burst it? I'm afraid you haven't bought a fake, right?

At this time, Ou Hua, who was full of thoughts of 'losing money', shouted loudly.

When a macho man of one meter and nine meters came over sweating, he took the lead in complaining in order to avoid losing money.