Trafford’s Trading Club

Father Stella has been standing on the stage for a while, but since the guy who was knocked unconscious by the holy sword of physics was taken off the stage, no one has come on stage for a while.

Originally, it was expected that since this foul-mouthed priest had already taken the stage, the Master of the Red Flame Tower of the [Magician Association] should have gone on stage to seek bad luck without saying a word... But no.

The sight and camera shifted to the Red Flame Tower Master almost at the same time.

But at this time, the master of the Chiyan Tower was just sitting silently with his arms folded, his face expressionless, and he seemed to have no intention of taking action at all.

This is strange. Considering Father Stella’s insult to the Chiyan Tower Master at the summit meeting, it’s impossible for the Tower Master to endure such an insult, right?

But now this Red Flame Pagoda Master, not to mention taking the stage, doesn't even have any evil aura about him.

Logically speaking, they have left the Forbidden City, and the figures of the major extraordinary delegations will more or less have an unusual aura about them. However, it seems that the Master of Chiyan Tower does not even pay a little attention at this time. , it would be easy to ignore his existence.

Time passed little by little, and it seemed that the master of the Red Flame Tower would come to the stage. However, Father Stella was still standing on the stage looking at the crowbar... It couldn't be delayed like this.

At this moment, the Divine Dragon wearing the mask of [Dragon King] walked directly through the air and landed on the performance stage.

The priest's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he raised his brows and said, "I think you seem to be in good shape. You must be very patient..."

But before the priest could finish his words, the Divine Dragon that fell into Taichung directly waved his hand and shot out a golden dragon-shaped shock wave.

At this moment, Father Stella didn't seem to care about his words. He held the physics holy sword in his hand and smashed it directly at the golden dragon-shaped impact.

The shock wave was shattered in no time. Father Stella's body was even directly pushed out a distance of seven or eight meters, and the holy sword of physics finally dispersed the shock wave.

People watching the live broadcast on the Internet don't know how it was at the scene, but some Internet users were immediately shocked.

Because I don’t know who the little genius UP master is, he actually paired a classic song [No one can beat my BGM in my BMG] when the Shenzhou True Dragon appeared... [The hard-to-recite sutra] variation!

Outstanding!

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On the field, Father Stella, who stopped, handed the crowbar from his right hand to his left hand, and then shook the palm of his right hand. Those with sharp eyes could even see that Father Stella's right palm had a trace of blood rising at this time. The heat turned red.

"Forget it, I won't fight the guy who unlocks the blue cheat unless the official gives an explanation."

Father Stella's voice was very low, so low... so low that only the Divine Dragon at the scene could hear it.

Long Xiruo took a deep look at the talkative priest and said calmly: "I know, just go back to where you should be. Now that you have taken away the three beads, don't disturb the meeting here. Proceed. Otherwise, as the referee of this conference, I will have no choice but to take action against you."

Shenzhou Zhenlong's voice was very high-pitched, probably because he wanted to let the world hear it, especially the second half of his speech.

referee!

Shenzhou True Dragon is not a player, she is a referee!

At this time, Father Stella shrugged, patted his butt and left directly, as if he had no backbone at all... He really patted his butt.

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"As a referee?"

Among the crowd, a man wearing a wrinkled white suit couldn't help but frown... Farrell.

But at this time, Mr. Gareth next to Farrell seemed to be relieved, "It's okay, okay, the referee is not on the field, so this conference will lose a super opponent."

When he said this, Mr. Gareth was covering the only bead in his hand, which was ejected by the Fire Cloud Evil God before the game started.

The moment the beads shot out, Mr. Gareth felt a little surprised. He had thought that with the [Knight Organization]'s current severely weakened vitality, it would be difficult for it to be recognized by the China Administration as a front-line force.

In short, Mr. Gareth's feeling at this time is that as long as he can keep the bead, he can go back to deliver the report to Her Majesty the Queen. By the way, Mr. Gareth is currently infusion: glucose and saline.

"not good."

Unexpectedly, Farrell said such words directly at this time, as if he was about to take action. Mr. Gareth was so frightened that he ignored his manners and actually reached out from behind to hug him.

But is Farrell someone who can be hugged hard from behind by a man?

In one flash, he had escaped from Mr. Gareth's surprise attack.

Just when Mr. Gareth's face turned bitter and he secretly cried out that something was going to happen, Farrell stopped. At this moment, in front of Farrell, a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with gray temples and an expression of no anger appeared quietly. A proud middle-aged man.

The man chuckled softly at this time and said: "China is a vast land with rich resources, and there are many capable people and strangers. What's more, there are many foreign guests and powerful people gathered here. Why should Mr. Farrell be in a hurry...Don't scare people away." .”

Farrell...can't understand.

Mr. Gareth had learned Chinese dialect for several years, but he could only understand half of it. In fact, it was later translated by Wolfgang.

Yes, two people came to Farrell at this time, one was Mr. Song and the other was Wolfgang.

Mr. Gareth didn't know the origins of these two guys, but he dared to stand in front of Farrell and seemed to know them?

"Okay." Farrell nodded calmly and stood aside without any movement.

Mr. Gareth secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Mr. Song, they had disappeared... When did they leave?

Suddenly, Mr. Gareth felt that the bead ejected by the Fire Cloud Evil God seemed to be a hot object. He had no one to discuss it with at the moment.

This time, the number of people attending the meeting from the [Knight Agency] was originally very small, and he was the only one who could take charge of the meeting alone. As for Lancelot who came later, he was not here at this time.

Lancelot is in the lounge at the moment.

She said she was caught exercising all night for no apparent reason and was dirty... She needed to take a shower and change clothes.

Just at this time.

The sound of circling the field suddenly sounded.

"Although I am a referee, I will also participate in this conference as a player... I remember at the summit, someone said they wanted to challenge me. Whoever wants to challenge me, get out of here!"

Hearing this, Mr. Gareth's face turned pale... You damn thing, you'll die if you say it all at once!

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The news that Shenzhou Zhenlong announced that he was the referee caused a small commotion at the scene, but before the commotion completely stopped, Long Xiruo spoke again.

It was announced that she would also participate in this competition as a player.

This is very uncomfortable... Why are the strong men in your country better than the others?

But the melon-eating strong men still turned their attention to this [Contest of Power] with tacit understanding at this time... Oh, the initiator of the first World Extraordinary Martial Arts Competition, a strong man from the ancient Persian region, a legendary warrior, A person who calls himself [Haoma].

The man has a large beard unique to the region, a large circle of white cloth wrapped around his head, and a scimitar embedded with gems at his waist.

At this time, under the sound of the Shenzhou True Dragon that had not dispersed, the legendary warrior instantly pulled out the scimitar from his waist and shouted something, which turned into a flash of light and shot towards the performers of the conference. stage!

Strong air currents ejected from all around the legendary warrior, and wind and sand were stirred up in the venue. The special effects... the momentum was unparalleled for a while.

But when the wind and sand were about to invade the stage, the Divine Dragon swung again and sent out a dragon-shaped shock wave.

The invading fan was not able to smash the dragon shape into pieces like Father Stella's [Holy Sword], but was scattered by itself.

I saw the figure of [Hauma] flying upside down in mid-air and smashing into the floor outside the stage. This warrior from the ancient Persian legend was buried directly in the soil even from the chest up. .

[Haoma] At this time, he pressed his hands on the ground and used force to pull out his body, but he was left in a disgraceful state.

"If you can blow even one grain of sand into this table, I will lose!" The real dragon from China snorted coldly at this time.

"Bullying...bullying goes too far!!!"

"You are the one who provoked me in public! You have the ability to blow a grain of sand in!" The real dragon of China was too lazy to say more at this time, "Don't be incompetent and furious!"

She was in a bad mood today, and she was getting even worse now.

Ever since he stepped on this stage, the feeling of restlessness has increased exponentially... It seems that something unknown is about to happen. At this moment, Long Xiruo is not in the mood. Are you worried about this so-called extraordinary person who appeared from nowhere in the mountains?

Ancient Persian mythology?

She didn't mean to look down on this pantheon, but she was in an inexplicably irritable mood at the moment. Even if an immortal came, those who couldn't stand it might come up and beat her up.

Roar!

The legendary samurai roared angrily at this time, and in an instant, a powerful force rose from [Hauma]'s body to the sky. At the same time, [Hauma] even took out a small bottle from his arms and flicked it with his thumb. Press it and break the cap of the small bottle directly, as if you want to drink it.

However, before [Haoma] drank the liquid from the small bottle, a huge golden dragon claw appeared in front of him.

The dragon's claws directly grabbed his body.

As the Divine Dragon on the stage raised his hands and waved, the legendary warrior kicked and dropped, lifted, dropped, lifted again, and hit again until he doubted his life.

After hundreds of consecutive hits, the golden dragon claws disappeared, leaving only the legendary samurai [Haoma], whose body was slumped like mud outside the bumpy performance stage.

At this time, [Haoma], who was still lying on the ground with a breath left, moved his fingers... and reluctantly opened his eyes a little.

He seemed to be looking for something around him.

But when he saw a small bottle that fell next to him...the liquid in the small bottle flowed out, sprinkled directly into the soil, and then evaporated instantly, the legendary warrior seemed dumbfounded. of...stupid.

"no no!!"

As if he was using up his last bit of strength, he quickly crawled to the side of the bottle, reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"no no!!"

The legendary samurai had already stuffed his third handful of dirt in, and it seemed like he couldn't stop at all.

Everyone was shocked by the actions of this legendary warrior at this time, but there were many extraordinary people in the venue, and they understood the mood of this legendary warrior very well.

Because this bottle of medicine is really expensive...

But it’s not that it’s unreasonably expensive, because its effect is absolutely incredible. But the problem is that [Haoma] was all gone before I could drink it...

Eh...could it be that besides [us], someone else also obtained [Tears of God] from Master Qisejin? ?

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"What is he doing... eating mud?" In the stands, from the Shenzhou Taoist Association... Song Haoran looked at the legendary warrior eating mud with great interest, looking slightly surprised.

The Taoist Master Baijie sitting next to him said: "Generally speaking, when ghosts eat mud, it is usually because there is no one at home to burn incense and candles for them. Poor ghosts have nothing to eat and can only eat mud. ”

"...President, do you want to say that this legendary warrior is possessed by a ghost?" Song Haoran said with a strange expression: "And he is also a poor ghost?"

Taoist Master Bai Jie laughed and said: "We Chinese ghosts should not fall into the body of this barbarian... But judging from his face, this guy is really poor, and he also died young and short-lived... Well, that shouldn't be the case. ?”

"President, do you know how to read faces?" Song Haoran asked curiously.

Taoist Master Baijie said with a smile: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

Song Haoran shook his head secretly, but saw that the body of the legendary warrior [Haoma] was suddenly lifted up by something, and then thrown directly onto the stand seat where he was originally.

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At this moment, [Haoma], who was kindly thrown back on the seat by the true dragon of China, had mud in his mouth, but his eyes were distracted, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

At this time, [Haoma] was sitting paralyzed, and everyone in the same delegation stepped forward to check with a mixture of grief and anger.

But I saw that the legendary warrior was just mumbling to himself and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just said the sound of "Abba Abba".

The leader of the Ancient Persian Mythology Team said loudly: "The True Dragon of China... we will remember this grudge!!"

"Aba Aba..."

"Oh! Poor [Auma]! You are obviously a legendary samurai!"

I'm afraid, after today, [Haoma] will become the legendary [Abba].

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After throwing the legendary warrior back to his original seat, the real dragon of China looked around and saw that no one was on stage, so he grabbed three beads from the Big Dipper in the sky, and then jumped easily, He returned directly to the [Qian] stand...next to the Fire Cloud Evil God.

"Master Long, [Haoma] seemed to have taken out something in the end. He was supposed to take it...perhaps it was something he thought could turn the tables." Fire Cloud Evil God chuckled at this time: "Master Long had the foresight to not use it when the other party did not use it..." It was really clever to kill the opponent before I even showed my trump card."

The real dragon from China snorted lightly and then stopped talking. He was inscrutable... and walked directly into the passage behind the stands, "Old man, please take care of me, I will answer the phone."

"Master Long, don't be in a hurry." Fire Cloud Evil God said with a smile.

Shenzhou Fang already has six beads in hand...a good sign.

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Just as he entered the passage, the real dragon of China hid in the corner, then picked up the phone, covered his mouth, pinched his throat and said: "Hey... Sister Ren! Are you looking for me? I was washing just now Clothes, I didn’t hear the call, I’m sorry!”

"It's okay, it's okay, I just want to see what you are doing! Xiao Xi, are you watching TV? It's exciting! It's much better than Ultraman fighting little monsters! Watch, watch!!"

"Okay, I'll turn on the TV after I've dried the clothes."

"Xiao Xi is so good!"

How could the real dragon in China have any foresight? It was just that when [Haoma] was about to take drugs, the phone suddenly rang, vibrating in her pocket, distracting her...