Super Treasure Hunter

Everyone was in an uproar when the words were outstanding, and only one move was used to defeat Muto Xiaozuo? This is too big to say. Although everyone is Chinese and supports Midweek in their hearts, they also feel that midweek bragging is very shameless.

Sure enough, Muto Xiao Zuo and the little devils on the inspection team couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, midweek, I admit that you do have some accomplishments in antiques, but I have to admit that you are so knowledgeable in bragging!" Muto Xiaozuo spoke in that particularly awkward Chinese, mocking midweek. Tao.

"Really? Don't you brag and wait until everyone knows, you little devil just likes to sit in the well, and then think that the whole world is only the size of a well. Oh, yes, you Japanese are all wells, which is normal. "Zhou Zhong smiled and counterattacked Muto Xiaozuo.

puff!

The students in the gym laughed again after hearing this. This week, the mouth was too poor, so hurt, and once again scolded the little devil as a big turtle, but also scolded the little devil as two.

There are a few little devils who are not very good in Mandarin Chinese. After asking for a long time, they realized what it means to be a well, and they were furious for a while.

"Mid of the week! You are not as quick as you speak Chinese, of course we are not as good as you in speaking Mandarin! Don't talk nonsense, dare not to fight!" Muto Xiaozuo asked Zhou Zhong angrily.

"Fight! Of course!"

Zhou Zhong said with a smile: "But let's nodded, otherwise it will be very boring."

"What color?" Muto Xiao Zuo focused on the question, his expression seemed a little wary.

In the middle of the week, he said to Muto Xiaozuo playfully: "Mr. Muto, don't be nervous, it's not a big deal. If I win, you must admit that the martial arts of the Japanese are not as good as the martial arts of China!"

Muto Xiaozuo said with a gloomy expression: "Yes, but what if you lose?"

Zhou Zhong shook his head and said: "I will not lose."

...

"Huh, why don't you lose? If you lose, you have to admit that the martial arts of China is not as good as the martial arts of our great empire!" Muto Xiaozuo said angrily.

Zhou Zhong waved his hand indifferently and said, "No need, how could I lose?"

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"You...no! If you lose, you have to admit it!" Muto Xiaozuo was so angry with Zhou Zhong that he had never seen such a rascal.

In the middle of the week, he said impatiently: "Yes, I listen to you, you can do whatever you say, then start quickly, you Japanese people are really ink."

...

Muto Xiaozuo really wanted to vomit blood, and his chest felt uncomfortable. He said that he wanted to add color to his head. It was clearly said in the middle of the week. Why has it become my ink?

Xiaolong's faces flushed with smiles and suffocated faces, saying that this week is really too bad, and it seems that no one can offend midweek.

A teacher from the physical education group of a school next to them kept staring at them, asking them to pay attention to the influence of the two countries and not letting them laugh, otherwise they would have laughed early.

At this time, the physical education teacher walked up and said to Muto Xiaozuo and Zhou Zhong: "Ms. Muto, Mrs. Zhou, everyone is here for this competition, and exchanges are the main points. I hope that China and Wa, as neighboring countries, will be in harmony forever."

Muto Xiaozuo and Zhou Zhong didn't respond, and the physical education teacher didn't expect the two to respond. He couldn't say anything about this scene because of eternal harmony and fart.

"Ahem, if you two are ready, let's start." The physical education teacher said.

"Mid of the week, I will make you regret it!" Muto Xiao left eyes with a wireless murderous intent, and roared, the whole person quickly rushed toward the middle of the week, and when it was two meters away from the middle of the week, he suddenly jumped. There was a three-hundred and sixty-degree roundabout kick.

With the forward momentum and the extra layer of gyration, if this kick hit Zhou Zhong's face or chest, the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing this scene, the students on the sidelines, Guo Shiqiang, Lin Lu and others became nervous. The day before yesterday in the gymnasium, when students from Gangneung University played against the little devil students, some of the little devil students used this trick. The students of Gangneung University kicked out and broke two ribs.

Now that Muto Xiaozuo used this trick, it was even more powerful, and I don't know how many times it was. That leg was like a steel bar, swept out gusts of wind in the air.

In the middle of the week, facing such a fierce attack by Muto Xiaozuo, he didn't even dodge, but stood quietly and watched.

"It's over! This week, I can't do anything at all. Muto Xiaozuo made such a powerful attack. He didn't even hide. He must be scared!" Some students have begun to worry about the middle of the week.

"It looks like we are going to lose again!"

"I dare not watch!" Several girls hurriedly covered their faces with their hands, not daring to watch Zhou Zhongzhong's miserable defeat.

Midweek sneered disdainfully. This Muto Xiaozuo said he wanted to defeat him with one move. It seems that he wants to play a big game and also wants to defeat me with one move. He is really too arrogant.

Although Muto Xiaozuo's move was fierce, the downside was that he was too aggressive, and he didn't leave any way behind. He wanted to defeat midweek with one move.

When Zhou Zhong came closer to Muto's left leg, he slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed Muto's ankle, and lifted him up. Then there came a three hundred and sixty in place in Zhou Zhong. Kick back and forth, this kick hits Muto Xiaozuo's chest.

"what!"

Muto Xiaozuo let out a painful cry, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball, and fell heavily to the ground, foaming at his mouth, and his face was pale and painful.

"This... won midweek!"

"Just one trick?"

"Really a trick?"

The students watching in the stands were shocked first, and then they shouted wildly.

In the middle of the week, I really used a trick to defeat Muto Xiaozuo! And he used the same moves as Muto Xiaozuo.

"Hurry up and call Lao Wu and the others! Let them not watch the game, he has missed such a wonderful scene! Hahaha!" The students in the stands were very excited at this time and hurried to the classmates who did not come before. Call.

When the old Wu over there heard that he had won in the middle of the week, he couldn't believe it and asked if he lied to him.

His students scolded, "Damn, why did I lie to you! I have already recorded the video, and I will pass it to you later!"

"No! I will post it directly to the campus forum. Go to the campus forum now. It is estimated that someone has already posted the video on it!"

Xiaolong and Guo Shiqiang under the ring also jumped up in excitement. Mid-week was really too relieved. These days, they were so angry with these little devils, they just didn't know how to fight back.

It took a long time for the physical education teacher to react. He quickly called the school infirmary teacher who was waiting in the backstage to check the injuries of Muto Xiaozuo. The teachers and students of the little devil inspection group also surrounded him.

Muto Xiaozuo lay on the ground for five minutes, and then, with the support of everyone, struggled to stand up, his face was particularly gloomy at this time.

"In the middle of the week, it's nothing for you to defeat me! Because there are countless martial arts masters in my great empire, I'm just the weakest one!" Muto Xiaozuo said cruelly.

Zhou Zhong sneered and said to Muto Xiaozuo: "I don't care if you are the weakest, we have agreed before. If you lose, you have to admit that the martial art of your Japanese country is not as good as our Chinese martial arts!"

Muto Xiao Zuo breathed heavily, and sneered: "I can't represent the martial arts of the great empire. You wait, the more powerful martial arts master of our great empire will challenge you again. At that time, the winner will be determined. Time, not this time!"