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Chapter 1210 Stamping is so cute

"Please!" Qian Chen put on a relaxed posture, signaling the three opposite brothers to attack first.

He wasn't being rude, but he was irritating everywhere.

"Ah!" Machii's two attendants couldn't bear it anymore, stomped their feet hard, rushed forward a few steps, and then quickly drew their swords to strike.

Qian Chen belongs to the type that people love and hate on the side of Neon.

If Qian Chen was a neon person, he would definitely be the most perfect music master in the eyes of neon people, even more perfect than Joe Hisaishi.

But he is not a neon man.

Well, even if you are not a neon person, as long as you behave like some Chinese people, as long as you kneel down and lick it, and leave your ancestors aside, they can still accept your surrender.

However, Qian Chen didn't like it.

He is full of malice towards Neon, and anyone can feel that he is a racist.

Can't wait for Conan to be everywhere in neon.

And he can sing "Good Day" every day.

There are many people and organizations in Nihong who boycott Qian Chen. They think that just because his music is good, they should abandon their principles to like him. If one day they have the opportunity to step into the Central Plains again, if they feel soft-hearted because they like a Chinese person If you don't have the heart to hack and kill, then it's really bad.

Qian Chen looked at them cheerfully.

Small sample, if it weren't for worrying about the bad influence, what you are facing now is three hundred knives.

Oops, stomping her feet, so cute.

He held the sword with one hand, and hit the two Rubi's wrists accurately. They only felt pain and numbness in their wrists, and they couldn't hold the training sword at all.

Just a second ago, he was still hesitating whether to hit Qian Chen's dog's head or his bad mouth, but now it has become a joke.

Qian Chen didn't pursue them, let alone defeat them one by one.

The tactics left by the ancestors don't need to be used today, the absolute strength can crush these three small cabinets.

"Machii-chan, are you feeling well?"

Machii's eyes were moved to tears by the words of concern. He really wanted to nod his head, yes, my relatives are here these days and I feel unwell, so let's stop calling.

In a civilized society and a state of etiquette, it is not good to fight too much.

This arena is very modern.

Instant translation, large-screen projection, 360-degree rotating viewing angle, etc.

Therefore, many people saw the situation where Qian Chen and the neon scumbag were fighting. It was only so quick and light that the two small cabinets dropped their swords and retreated.

Gently... just a little.

OMG, Chinese Kung Fu!
Sunflower acupuncture hand!
People can tap acupuncture points, and the speed of drawing swords is also very fast.

I just don't know how it compares to Ichi Machii, after all Ike Machii is a Guinness-certified fast gunner, oh no, a fast swordsman.

Machii has lost confidence for a long time.

He really couldn't figure it out, Qian Chen is a star, a popular star, a musician, a dramatist... Where did he find the time to practice kendo, and his moves are very weird and fast, just like...

Just like the legendary swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits.

"Pick it up, let's face our glory together with me." Machii couldn't get off the tiger, so he could only bite the bullet and call for support.

When he first let the two teachers come in, it wasn't because he didn't want to bully the less, but he simply wanted them to get a feel for Qian Chen's bottom line.

This touch is really big!
It is impossible to retreat without a fight.

Tianyuan Weihong was rubbed on the ground by Qian Chen, causing a concussion. Not only was he not forced to cut seppuku, but he also gained a lot of popularity, and now earns over [-] million yuan a year - neon coins.

The main reason is that he fought back, struggled, and did not lose the dignity that belongs to the Neon people.

But if Machii retreats without a fight, then he gave Guinness so much money and tried every means to set up a master person who "draws the knife and cuts the bullet" and it will be self-defeating.

When the time comes, who the hell will go to his mind-cultivating hall to send money.

The two teachers from the Cultivation Hall held their wrists, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The time was October 10st, and the heating was on at 31 in the capital. The outside temperature had already started to chill, and the sweat on their foreheads was obviously painful.

However, I had to listen to Machii's words.

On the one hand, Machii is their boss, and on the other hand, they can think of what Machii can think of.

The warriors of the big neon pot must never bow their heads to the only ones.

So, they switched hands and picked up the training sword, and stood in a row with Machii, and the three of them stared at Qian Chen's hand holding the sword, not even daring to take a breath.

Qian Chen waited for a while, but did not wait for the opponent's attack.

At this time, he thought of Zhang Yide, raised his sword and shouted: "Fighting and not fighting, retreating and not retreating, why?"

Neon people are familiar with the Three Kingdoms, and they are far more obsessed with the Three Kingdoms than Huaxia.

They obviously know this line, are they going to shout and scare them to death like Xia Houjie did?

So fucking insulting!
The three of them gave a loud shout, then stomped their feet cutely, and rushed towards Qian Chen together.

Although in a hurry, it was not in a hurry.

They fight very well, after all, they want to trick people into giving money to the martial arts school.

Qian Chen resisted the urge to use his internal strength—it only took a moment for him to break the collarbone of the three-headed cabinet.

He suddenly became a little envious of Dr. Daming. If Dr. Daming had [-]% of his abilities, he might already be brandishing a weapon by now, cutting a small cabinet with one knife.

And you don't have to worry about getting caught and going to jail.

That's all military merit.

What happened to the eunuch, the eunuch also wants to make military contributions.

The three training swords attacked from different angles. Qian Chen's response was very simple. First, he raised his sword and hurriedly tapped the wrist of one of the small cabinets, and then took advantage of the opportunity to block Machii's training sword.

Very timely.

That's it?

You also swung your sword to cut bullets, you thought you were a dead waiter.

Deadpool's daring to chop bullets with his sword is not because his sword skills are fast and accurate, but because he is immortal, so biubiubiu can shoot whatever he wants.

Bleeding, all over the ass.

After blocking Machii's training sword, Qian Chen swung his backhand, and the training sword slapped on the face of the third small cabinet.

The first head abandoned the sword again.

Both of their hands hurt, and blindly guessing that they must have broken bones, or even comminuted fractures.

Machii's hands were also numb from the shock.

But he couldn't bear it and didn't give up the sword.

The ground pot...the glory of the ground pot cannot be ruined in the hands of the Machii family...

Let the chakra surge!

And the third small cabinet was the worst. His old melon seeds were buzzing when Qian Chen hit him with a sword, and two of his back molars were knocked off.

Before I could spit it out, I accidentally swallowed it all.

Look at the misery of these two.

Machii didn't want to fight anymore.

Let's just say Jiang Zi, he has fought back, and if he admits defeat, he can have an explanation when he goes back.

However, Qian Chen didn't give him a chance at all. After knocking down the third person, he turned around and threw himself at Machii-chan. broken.

Machii wailed from being beaten.

It's not exaggerated rhetoric, but it's really screaming.

His screams resounded throughout the huge martial arts arena, as if he had killed a pig.

"Machii-chan, Machii-chan, are you okay?" Qian Chen threw away the broken training sword, stretched out his hand, and pulled up Machii-chan who was lying on the ground.

Small sample, how to drop Porcelain.

"Ah~" Machii rolled his eyes, and then fainted in Qian Chen's arms.

"Hurry up, send him for treatment." Qian Chen pinched him a dozen times without waking him up, so he hurriedly called Brother Wu Xing to send him to the ambulance.

Sure enough, he had the foresight. Wouldn't this ambulance come in handy?

The two teachers were also carried away on stretchers.

"In the first match, Master Qian Chen of the Dongchen Martial Arts School team won~" Sa Mingdeng almost gritted his teeth and announced the result.

Although Qian Chen's beating on the cabinet just now looked very enjoyable, but it was definitely a beating, and even a layman in martial arts could tell it.

It's not just about beatings during martial arts competitions.

After beating, he also - whip the corpse!
It was dragging and pulling, and even pinched after being dizzy.

This friend from Neon, I hope tonight will not have a nightmare, and will not leave a lifetime of unforgettable shadows.

Didn't it mean that he broke many world records for swords?
Even a rubber bullet can fly, why can't even Qian Chen's sword catch it.

Fortunately, it was a training sword, otherwise, the three-headed cabinet might have been sliced ​​into sashimi.

"Everyone, maybe I underestimated my strength. I'm sorry for hurting Machii-chan. He and I are long-time friends and admire each other. I don't want this to happen just now, but it just happened. Machii-chan heals All the expenses are on my account, I hope everyone can learn a lesson in the next game and stop underestimating themselves.”

Qian Chen took the microphone in Sa Mingdeng's hand, and advocated that everyone should compete in a civilized manner, and click as soon as possible.

He took the responsibility all on himself.

It was all my own fault for underestimating my own strength.

Machii, who was being carried towards the direction of the ambulance, opened his eyes in bewilderment, and then heard these heart-wrenching words.

What does it mean to underestimate one's own strength? This is a changed way to say that one's own strength is low.

Can't stand his beatings.

puff~
Machii twitched twice, and passed out again.

"There are eight (teams) neon teams here today, does anyone want to talk to me?" Qian Chen took advantage of the fact that the Wuxing brothers were washing the ground on the stage, and challenged the remaining seven teams.

What kind of martial arts competition is like this, it's like a child's play in front of a master of internal skills like him.

The reason why he was interested was that he could beat the small cabinet openly.

And there is no need to pay legal responsibility, because all the participants have signed the relevant waiver, and the martial arts association will also endorse the conference.

All the remaining seven teams sat upright, motionless.

He didn't even dare to raise his hands to scratch his ears.

For fear of being interpreted as "recasting the glory of the neon martial arts world, we are obliged to do so!"

If the two instructors were shot down to train swords at the beginning, it could be understood as underestimating the enemy, but the fact that the latter three did not get any bargains together, it is enough to show the strength gap between the two sides.

It doesn't matter if there is a big difference in strength, the key is that Qian's attack is too ruthless.

Before beating Tianyuan Weihong, he was directly beaten into a concussion, and this time he interrupted the training sword.

The training swords used in this kind of occasion are of very high quality, and they are by no means special-made swords that can be broken with a single kick in performance occasions.

(End of this chapter)