Super Treasure Hunter

Chu Wanrou didn't dare to move anymore for an instant, Zong Ran suddenly slapped the table and stood up and yelled: "Dare you! Don't forget the rules we made!"

Yumura Ryouno smiled disdainfully: "Hehe, who said I was going to kill her? But if I abolish her, it doesn't seem to be a violation of the rules."

Zongran was taken aback, but couldn't say anything.

Indeed, there was no provision in this contest that could not hurt people, but it was stipulated that after one person concedes defeat, one cannot continue to shoot.

But at this time, Ruan Hua has obviously hurt the roots. It is difficult to even say a word. How can he admit defeat?

Looking at the silent people, Yumura Ryano suddenly began to laugh, with incomparable arrogance.

He glanced at the people present, and said lightly: "This Huaguo martial arts, it seems that this is the case, and the soft three-legged cat kung fu, dare to bring it out to compare with our Oriental country?"

"Why don't you, Jinling Wumeng, if you are willing to kneel down and kowtow to me and acknowledge the strength of our Eastern Kingdom, I can show mercy and spare this woman!"

Everyone in the Wu League lowered their heads and no one spoke. This is a shame!

A middle-aged man from the Wu League was a little uncomfortable, and he slammed the table and got up and said, "Do you dare to underestimate our Huaguo martial arts? Can you dare to fight me!"

Before Ryano Amemura could react, someone in the Eastern Kingdom suddenly flicked his finger, and a teacup placed on the table shot out, directly hitting the person's forehead.

The teacup shattered and the fragments were scattered, and the man who had just stood up fell to the ground, and a large swath of blood appeared on his forehead.

"Only you are worthy to fight against our Master Yucun?!"

At this time, no one dared to stand up and say anything, at most some people who were not angry at heart, whispered insults.

After all, his skills are not as good as others, and he only won one in ten games.

And Ruan Hua, who was most expected to find some face, was even more humiliating and used to threaten him.

If it just ends like this, maybe it will be promoted by the people of the East!

"These Oriental people are too much!" Han Li couldn't stand it anymore.

Yucun Liangye sneered: "It seems that you are not willing to kneel. This Ruan Hua is so worthless in your eyes? Yes, after all, Hua Guo is a garbage dump, even the best garbage is just garbage. , Then I will help you clean up the garbage!"

He held up the blade in his hand.

Chu Wanrou anxiously said: "Wait! I..."

But she didn't finish her words, because someone had already walked out of the crowd before her and said lightly: "It seems that you are very confident in your own strength."

Yumura Ryano, who was about to drop the knife in his hand, paused for a while, looked at the middle of the week and said with disdain: "Why, you all the garbage in China like to queue to die?"

At the Toyogo table, someone just wanted to make a move, just like before, playing in midweek.

But Ryano Umura stretched out a hand to signal that the man did not need to move.

Then he looked at the middle of the week with interest: "Where did I meet you?"

"Guess?" Zhou Zhong said with a smile.

Amimura Ryano's eyes narrowed slightly, but he always felt a familiar feeling when facing the middle of the week, and he was not sure where he saw the middle of the week.

He slowly pointed the blade at Zhou Zhong: "You have to think clearly, dare to show the limelight at this time, even if I take your life, it is not a bad rule!"

Among the crowd, Mr. Wen said anxiously: "Mid of the week, don't mess around! This Yucun Ryano is a long-established master, you may not be his opponent!"

Although Zhou Zhong defeated Bai Xuan, it was only a fight between the younger generation, and no one thought that Zhou Zhong could be compared with these long-established predecessors.

Han Li was also a little worried, but for some reason, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar confident look on Zhou Zhong's face, she felt weird and very relieved.

"I have a word that I want to say for a long time. Speaking of which, we Chinese, or the ancestors of your Oriental people, let us Chinese people kneel for you? Are you worthy?"

Said these words with a smile in the middle of the week, and immediately attracted countless applause voices, because these words can be said to speak the heart of all of them.

Of course, despite agreeing with this, no one has much hope for Midweek.

Ryano Amamura was not annoyed, and said with a faint smile: "You Chinese people like to be hard-mouthed. I understand this very well. The previous ten games have proved that the martial arts of our Oriental country is far above that of China!"

After saying this, he seemed to be a little impatient and stretched out a hand, pointing to the ring and said: "No need to say more! Let me dispel your last glimmer of fantasy with my own hands, please!"

Without moving in the middle of the week, Yumura Ryouno sneered: "What? I know I'm afraid now? Is it too late!"

Zhou Zhong shook his head and said, "No, I just think that there is no need to be so formal. Dealing with you is very simple."

Zhou Zhong stretched out a finger and gently hooked the finger in an extremely provocative gesture.

Yumura Ryo's face instantly became extremely angry. He didn't care about the previous words, but such a provocation in the middle of the week completely touched his negative scale.

"Don't be ashamed!"

"Ignorant things, I want you to take your life to make amends!"

After Yucun Liangye shouted angrily, he changed his footsteps directly. As soon as he shot his hand, he used the decisive knife technique between him and Ruan Hua.

He seemed to be dragging an afterimage behind him, and it was only a step closer to Zhou Zhong in an instant.

More than that, the blades seemed to be engulfed with a chill, and a knife slashed at Zhou Zhong's head!

On the other hand, in the middle of the week, he was motionless, as if he was frightened.

Some courageous people even couldn't help but exclaimed, because if the knife fell on Zhou Zhong's head, what would happen? Cut in half? Just think about it and feel scary!

The knife of Umura Ryoye's smoothly landed on Zhou Zhong's head. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but just after showing this smile, his expression instantly became extremely frightened.

Because he didn't feel the knife in his hand, that kind of substantive feeling came from him, his knife... just fell on the afterimage of Zhou Zhong!

He only had time to turn his head halfway, and in the middle of the week he stood ghostly behind Yumura Ryoye.

"Small bugs."

After Zhou Zhong whispered a word in his ear, he seemed to wave a hand very casually, and the Amamura Ryano seemed to have received a very heavy blow. The whole person flew out with the knife and broke. I don't know how many chairs, the arm that was hit by the middle of the week showed an exaggerated curvature, and the bones were broken.