My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 407

【410】One billion brain damage
"Okay, I will fulfill you, die!!!"

In Liu Mang's eyes, there was incomparable ferocity, and the machete in his hand fell fiercely!
Swish!
The cold light went straight to the neck of one of the Taoist boys!

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The moment the machete was about to fall on Daotong's neck, a blue light struck fiercely like lightning!

puff!

A dull voice sounded, and blood splashed!

Liu Mang felt his arm was empty, and then, he was shocked to find that his arms were broken at once.

The whole arm, including the machete, was thrown flying out.

Turbulent blood spurted out along the severed arm!
Ahhhhh!
A majestic and severe pain made Liu Mang tremble violently, and immediately screamed out.

He couldn't believe that he didn't kill Daotong, but his arm was cut off?

how can that be?

Who?
Who the hell?

Liu Mang's eyes were filled with incomparable resentment and horror, and he turned his head to look over:
"You? How could it be you?!"

Not only Liu Mang, but everyone's eyes were full of shock at this moment!

Swish!
Everyone's eyeballs are about to pop out.

Because, the person who made the move just now has always been just a weak scholar in their hearts!A person who can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands, and has no strength to restrain a chicken!
It is the most talented person in the world-Ye Xuan.

"You...you...not a scholar?"

Liu Mang's eyes were full of shock and fear, and there was a lot of doubt on his face. He didn't see clearly what happened just now.

Ye Xuan smiled faintly:
"I'm a scholar! So, I want to write a poem for you? My poem is not finished yet, how can you do it? It's your fault to do it casually. You have to behave according to the rules."

what?
Writing poetry again?
People in Han Country and North Korea are going crazy!

Especially Liu Mang?
You write poetry, why are you cutting me off?It hurts!

Ye Xuan grinned:
"There are 8000 million mentally retarded people in the world, Hanguo TM accounts for half, where can I find the other half? Find North Korea in the North Asian Peninsula!"

The Han people and North Korean people present were not members of the cultural club at all, most of them were pretended to be warriors, and the real talents were Pu Chang and Liu Chan.

The two of them thought about the poem carefully, something was wrong!
Too presumptuous!

So arrogant!

It's so insulting to people's IQ!

So, they stood up, pointed at Ye Xuan and asked loudly: "You are talking nonsense! This poem is even more nonsense!"

"Damn you, math is taught by the physical education teacher, right?"

Ye Xuandao: "Where is the nonsense?"

Park Changdao: "We Dahan and North Korea have a combined population of 7500 million. Even if they are all brain-dead, the number of 500 million still doesn't match!"

"Yes, there are 7500 million idiots in our two countries, and there are 500 million left, where are they going, tell me?"

The two were a little proud. They discovered the loopholes in Ye Xuan's poem, as if they had won Ye Xuan's hand, and their faces couldn't help but feel happy.

Ye Xuan smiled slightly: "Let me ask you, what are the children born from brain damage and brain damage?"

The two said in unison: "Of course I'm still stupid!"

"Correct."

Ye Xuan applauded: "Congratulations, you answered correctly, so there are still 500 million brains in your belly!"

"It seems to make sense...but..." The two pondered for a while, then raised their heads and said, "Although there will be new brain-deads born, there will be countless brain-deads dying every year!"

Ye Xuan looked at them with a look of idiots: "You are brain-dead in life, and you are also brain-dead in death. Once you are a brain-dead, you will be a brain-dead forever! Buried in the soil is a brain-dead, and cremated is also a brain-dead!"

"That's even more wrong."

Park Chang said loudly: "The total number of people living in our cold country and Beixian plus dead is about one billion, far more than 8000 million!"

Liu Chan nodded: "So, your poem has to be changed!"

Then the two said in unison:
"There are one billion brains in the world, Hanguo TM accounts for half, where can I find the other half? Find North Korea in the North Asian peninsula!"

After the two chanted loudly, they said with satisfaction on their faces: "This way, there will be no problem."

Ye Xuan sighed: "That's right, well done, you guys won."

"yeah!"

The two cheered and ran to Liu Mang and Fan Jian, asking for credit: "My lord, have you seen it? The best talent in the world is nothing more than that, we can also change poems for him."

Liu Mang: "..."

Fan Jian: "..."

Ye Xuan: "..."

Zhang Peiran: "..."

Eight Sage Kings: "..."

All Chinese people: "..."

special!
Are these two idiots?
Liu Mang and Fan Jian were livid with anger: "Get out, you two are mentally retarded, people call us stupid, and you discuss mathematics with them, you are really stupid!"

He stared at Ye Xuan with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, and said in a sinister tone:
"Boy, I don't care what your background is."

After finishing speaking, he waved his other arm:

"Go! Kill him! Hack him to death!!!"

Swish!Swish!Swish!
As Liu Mang's words fell, immediately behind him, the elite from the Bagua Sect rushed towards Ye Xuan like lightning.

These people, all holding steel knives in their hands, are fierce in stature!
Especially a group of more than a dozen people, with that kind of momentum, like a pack of ferocious wolves, rushing towards Ye Xuan!

"die!!!"

All the elites of the Bagua sect, with ferocious eyes, raised their steel knives and pointed at the place where Ye Xuan was, and they were about to slash down wildly!

This scene changed the expressions of the surrounding Hua people.

"No! Ye Xuan, run! You alone are no match for them!"

"Ye Xuan, why do you want to stand out?"

"Ye Xuan, you are a great genius, run!"

The Eighth Sage King said loudly: "Master Ye Xuan, you are a rare genius in China, and we will protect you with our lives."

Saying that, the Eight Sage Kings rushed in front of Ye Xuan.

Grand Master Jiang's gaze was firm: "Immortal Immortal, you are a genius born in Huaguo, run quickly, and we will protect you with our lives."

Saying so, Jiang Taishi dragged his old body and squirmed in front of Ye Xuan.

Zhang Peiran's voice was cold: "Tai Chi disciples, use your life to protect Master Ye from leaving."

With an order, the disciples of the Tai Chi School surrounded Ye Xuan.

They were physically exhausted, but their strong mental strength supported them and did not allow them to fall.

"Master Ye, let's go! Take care! Be sure to take care!"

All the Tai Chi disciples screamed at Ye Xuan!

They are not afraid of death!

Seeing so many ordinary people, they stand in front of him without hesitation, blocking the fierce enemies with their frail bodies.

Ye Xuan was very moved:
"Hua people! I would rather die standing up than live on my knees!"

"I, Ye Xuan, am proud of you! I am proud of this nation!"

There is a sentence he didn't say, sister Nuwa, did you see it?This is the nation you and I created!

All of them are great!
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