The Three Realms of Super Students

After being reprimanded by his head and covering his face, Song Kangcheng was like a quail with his head hanging down and he didn't dare to say anything. He quickly nodded and praised.

At this time, An Zaicheng was still embracing both hands, standing proudly on the ring, and the expression on his face was also very indifferent, suddenly speaking loudly and saying.

"Have you no one in Huaxia?"

"If you still have no confidence, then I don't want to tolerate a lot, not only let you have ten people, even if you have twenty people all at once, then I will continue."

In the live broadcast platform of major portals, many Chinese netizens who are paying attention to the competition in the Hangcheng Olympic Sports Center saw that they couldn't help but feel a little bit angry, this person not only had to fight ten, but also Twenty?

This is simply ...

This is simply a humiliation of people's red fruit, okay? !

"I'm relying on, are these people from the Huaxia Martial Arts Association all of them failing to be successful? Are they too weak?"

"Making Silla sticks so arrogant and so arrogant, is it true that no one can stand up and severely punish them!"

"Ugh...."

"It's no secret, I am really looking forward to the hero appearing, and only when the hero comes forward, can I give a lesson to this Xinluo stick."

"Today is the last day of the competition. What heroes are you looking forward to?"

"To see me, this guy is not only a hero, but he is still a bear. He is absolutely afraid of this Silla stick before he dares to play."

In fact, compared with some time ago, the number of people watching the live broadcast in the live broadcast room has been reduced a lot.

Invisible, not upset. This kind of live broadcast is really stifling and uncomfortable. Many people have lost hope in their hearts, and they all hold the idea of ​​breaking the jar.

"Your Shilla sticks are ready together, 20 or 30, whatever you want, I will be the next one!"

Just when everyone is sad and desperate, just listen. At this time, the voice of a very bright middle-aged man resounds from the side, like a thunderous land, and the voice is passed to the large Olympic center. Everyone's ears.

However, Tian Hongfei's eyes were cold at this time, and he walked towards the ring in the direction of the ring.

"Mysterious strong man? He ... he actually appeared!"

All of a sudden, thunderous cheers from above and below the entire Olympic Sports Center were unbelievable. On the last day of the ring race provoked by the Shilla Taekwondo Association, countless people were looking forward to it. Looking forward to the mysterious man who once disappointed countless people, he finally appeared.

At the time, the reporters of the major portals that were still lingering like frosted eggplants, one by one, as if they had hit the chicken blood, they began to coincide with the long guns and short guns in their hands .

One by one, watching this burly and tall middle-aged man walked towards the ring in one step at a time.

At the same time, there were bursts of cheers in the live broadcast rooms of major portals at the same time, and all kinds of hot discussions also sprung up like mushrooms.

The number of online viewers in the live broadcast room has also skyrocketed in a geometric multiple, and more and more people have poured into the live broadcast room like a tide!