Synopsis: From the second kill Huashan smoke talent began to become stronger

Chapter 131

The corridor leading to the arena.

An old man in a judo suit, white sideburns, and black-framed glasses walked forward slowly.

As he was about to reach the exit, his steps stopped.

“Oh Yiyi Mojun, and everyone!”

The old man smiled in surprise, touched the back of his head, and said embarrassedly: “I didn’t expect you to come to the scene to watch my game, but I may disappoint you, and the game may not take a few seconds to divide the winner and loser.” ”

In front of Shibukawa Gangqi, he was wearing a yellow low-waisted shirt, and his underwear was black all in a British style.

Next to Mo Wen, it was Kiyosumi Kato and Suedo.

Even Motobe Izo came here.

“Hmph! That old man Tokugawa is also too mischievous, and he even arranged such a big opponent for you! Kato Kiyosumi crossed his hands in front of his chest and said with a dissatisfied face.

“Yes, Luo Qiang Harun is the big player among the contestants! That’s a bit too much! Suedang Hou said not very happy.

Both of them are fighting for Shibukawa Gangqi, because the gap between the two sides is too obvious, whether it is weight or height.

In this case, it is likely that no technique is needed, and the opponent only needs to rush over and a tackle may end the game.

If you can’t make 443 good Shibuchuan Gangqi, there will be a danger to your life.

“You’re still too young.” Motobe Yizo shook his head and expressed a different opinion.

Kato Kiyosumi frowned slightly, “What do you mean?” ”

Mo Wen ignored them, looked at Shibukawa and said, “Mr. Shibukawa, end the game early, preserve your strength, I’m waiting to duel with you.” ”

Shibukawa Gangqi’s strength has always been very good in the original work, and it has been called the name of a martial saint.

Dressed in Aikido Kung Fu, he has truly completed the talisman technique, and there is no need to use technology at all, and when the danger is approaching, many phantoms will appear in front of him, hindering his progress.

This kind of kung fu seemed unimaginable to Mo Wen, very similar to the realm of sincerity described in a novel he had seen in his previous life, and he could know it beforehand.

By predicting danger in advance, you can avoid danger and keep yourself from being in a dangerous state.

This is the ultimate talisman.

“Hehe, I can’t imagine that Mo Jun has so much confidence in me, so how can I live up to your good intentions!” Shibukawa said with a grin.

On the side, Kato Kiyosumi and Suedang had thick faces full of doubts.

They had only heard of Shibukawa Gang Qiyu, but they understood that the size gap between the two sides was too big, and even if this old man’s skills were good, it would be impossible to defeat an opponent who weighed nearly three times more than him. む「I’m going to appear!” Shibukawa Gang smiled angrily, and the folds of his face were squeezed together, but he looked so kind and kind. nervous

……

As the two contestants arrived in the arena, the audience shouted and shouted.

“Please watch the audience! The size gap between the two can be said to be like adults and children competing! ”

The host roared excitedly.

“Can such an unfair match be allowed!?”

“Luo Qiang Harun is 195 cm tall and weighs 139KG, while Shibukawa Gangqi is 155 cm tall and weighs only 47KG!”

With the host’s voice, the audience’s shouting slowly stopped.

Only to hear the host say: “Martial Saint! Our neon longing for this sentence cannot disappear, and today, we can witness the martial saint’s divine skill! ”

“But someone should remember the battle majesty of that Martial Saint, and on the occasion of actual combat, his perfect skill should be seen from his hands!?”

On the field, Yan Shichuan just listened to the host Yan’s words, his expression slowly became serious, and his fists gradually clenched.

However, the host was still saying: “People are worried about Martial Saints… He should not appear in the actual combat competition venue, and the silent victory has always belonged to the legend! ”

“Fighting fans should know so clearly that Yiyi Martial Saint should be protected by Qi!!”

There was a chaotic discussion in the audience, which seemed to be shaken by the host’s words.

It seems that they all think that the 75-year-old Shibukawa Gangqi should not stand in the arena, but should be protected and guarded by everyone.

After all, if the Martial Saint is defeated, people’s longing for the name of the Martial Saint will also be broken.

Motobu shed a drop of cold sweat with his sideburns, “This bastard! To say this is already a taboo! ”

No martial artist would allow himself to be said that.

Mo Wen smiled, “Host, even if you want to mobilize the atmosphere in the venue and provoke the topic.” ”

Although even he didn’t understand whether this host was sincere, or deliberately said so.

In the players’ lounge.

Foolishly listening to the host say the name of Wu Shengyi many times, he said with some jealousy: “What is it!” Speaking like that, am I not a martial saint? ”

He is 55 years old, and his physical condition is just at the final peak, even if he is called a martial saint, it is no problem.

On the side, Yudi Katsumi couldn’t help but laugh, “Hmm… It’s hard to define ah one by one”

“Adoptive father, you can now be said to be between a martial saint and an active player.” Katsumi Yudi said.

“Hmph!” After listening to it alone, he snorted in dissatisfaction.

This made Yudiku scratch his cheeks in distress.

……

On the field.

Without listening to the host say what made him unhappy, Shibukawa took off his glasses angrily, turned to look at Mo Wen and said, “Mo Jun, can you help me keep this glasses?” ”

“You can use high-grade eyes made of tortoiseshell, please help me keep them carefully.”

He handed the glasses to Mo Wen.

Mo Wenjian raised his eyebrows slightly, and after taking it, he said: “Okay, if it is damaged by me, you can have as many pairs of glasses as you want.” ”

Looking at Mo Wen’s appearance of being rich and rich, Shibukawa Gang couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“I almost forgot, you’re still a rich man… All right. ”

He turned around, his eyes shining, and he didn’t look like a 75-year-old man.

At this moment, the referee announced the start of the game.

Boom!

The moment the drum sounds.

Luo Qiang Harun rushed towards Shibukawa Gangqi like a tiger.

In his eyes, a short old man like Shibukawa Takeshi could not have caused him any threat and injury, but just like his agent Sam said.

In the arena, going all out to knock out the opponent is the respect for the opponent.

“Even if you are an old man, if I go all out to defeat you, it can be regarded as a little respect for you, the old man of the Martial Saint!” Luo Qiang Harun thought like this, holding the casserole iron fist and swinging towards Shibukawa Gangqi in front of him.

And at this moment, Shibukawa just went pneumatic.

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