From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 227 Stupid Otto Beans
"really do not know?"

Now it's Fan Haiwang's turn to regret it, but it's hard to take back what he said, and
And the other party can knock him down at will with one hand, so what's the point of participating again?
Could it be that he went up to perform a trick and was seconded?

hiss.
I feel ashamed just thinking about it.

"Then let me tell you, it's not a secret."

Fan Haiwang went to the closet, took out a towel from it, and wiped the blood on the back of his head before sitting opposite Leng Kong.

"Deeply honored!"

Originally thinking that it might be necessary to use force to find out the situation, he did not expect Fan Haiwang to be so cooperative, and Leng Kong's tone suddenly became more harmonious.

It seems that "fist" is the truth no matter in that world!
"The century-old arena, as you can tell from the name, is a top-level arena that will only be held every hundred years."

Fan Haiwang: "This is also the biggest event in the martial arts world of Huaguo. At that time, the top experts from home and abroad will participate."

"Only once in a hundred years?"

Leng Kong said that he was shocked by this time, because life is only a hundred years!

Uh, no, most people don't live a hundred years.

After hearing that top players from home and abroad would participate, the light in his eyes lit up again.

His anticipation is back!Ha ha
"That's right!"

Fan Haiwang nodded, "At first I wanted to fight against the heroes, but after seeing Your Excellency, I realized that I was a frog at the bottom of a well."

"Let's not talk about it, other Neptunes will participate in this event, right?"

Leng Kong doesn't feel that there is nothing to show off when dropping a miscellaneous fish in seconds. What he cares about is that in this way, won't he have to look for them one by one?

seconds!

It can be harvested as crazy as the boxing wish game again.

The once-in-a-hundred-year arena is bigger than the Desperate Match, right?

Now I can't collect dozens of physical characteristics?
Maybe there is a physique comparable to Yujiro in it!
perfect!

"Yujiro, you wait for me!"

"I want you to get on your knees and sing Conquest!"

"Ha ha."

Comparing his harvest results in the Desperate Match, the cold air swelled up again.

"Will definitely go!"

Although he didn't know what Leng Kong's sudden madness was, Fan Haiwang explained according to his own ideas, "No warrior can refuse this once-in-a-century event."

"That's all."

The corner of Leng Kong's mouth curled up: "How long will the competition start?"

"It's just a few days."

Fan Haiwang touched the back of his head that was aching, and his palms were immediately stained red again, uh, blood was still leaking.

"Then please take care of me when the game starts."

Leng Kong bowed in a dignified manner, ready to rely on Fan Haiwang.

He has no idea about money, but he is quite experienced in eating and living.

In the world of Quanyuan, first he hugged Jiexiong's thigh tightly, and after Jiexiong couldn't afford clothes, he hugged Soryuin's thigh again,
When he came to this world, Leng Kong didn't dislike the poor condition of Devil's Island, and lived there for three years.

In Lengkong's mind, it's okay to have no money, but it's absolutely impossible if no one is responsible for food and lodging!

Otherwise, he still has to worry about food and housing. How can he practice?

"No problem, everyone is of the same way. These days, you live here. If you have anything to do, just tell the front desk. I will wait for them to hear from the next branch."

Fan Haiwang obviously didn't know Leng Kong's appetite, so he readily agreed.

"Of course, if you can stand to the end in the big ring, as a referrer, I will have a lot of face!"

"No amount of money can buy this advertising effect."

"Thank you so much then!"

Leng Kong is not too polite, because he thought so in the first place, otherwise all the money would be spent, where would he live?
"It's okay, let me go down and treat the wound first?"

Fan Haiwang touched the back of his head that was still bleeding, and said that he had to stop the bleeding first, otherwise his brain would go bad if the bleeding continued.

"Well, you are busy, don't worry about me."

Leng Kong smiled and said: "As long as I can eat and drink enough, I will be satisfied."

"Then you can do whatever you want."

Fan Haiwang felt that the blood was flowing more and more, seeping from the back of his neck to his back. He didn't care about greeting Leng Kong, covered the back of his head with a towel and rushed into the elevator.

"It's done!"

Leng Kong snapped his fingers, and leveled the recliner again, regardless of the squeaky support, lying softly on it, closing his eyes and meditating.

After bandaging the wound in the infirmary, Fan Haiwang ordered his disciples to try their best to meet Leng Kong's requirements, and then he walked out of the gymnasium and prepared to go to his brother Li Haiwang to transfer the depression of being killed in seconds.

After driving in the car, he finally stopped in front of a tower-structured building. Fan Haiwang went upstairs with ease.

Then I saw my younger brother Li Haiwang playing drugs again,

His hands were soaked in the highly toxic solution, and they were all red and purple, as if the yeast dough was not pulled out.

"It seems that you are well prepared?"

Fan Haiwang Dama Jindao sat straddling the chair in the room, looking at his younger brother who was older than him.

Li Haiwang's face didn't fluctuate at all. After estimating that the soaking time was up, he pulled out his hands, and then wiped the residual venom on them with a towel, while walking in front of his brother Fan Haiwang,

"The century-old arena, what it means to warriors and to me, brother, you should be very clear!"

"So, even if it's you on the stage, I will never hold back!"

"Me? Haha"

Seeing that his younger brother treated him like an enemy, Fan Haiwang smiled.

Laughing easily, because after realizing the huge gap between himself and Leng Kong.

He decisively chose to give up.

Now the pressure of the century-old arena, the tension of facing the heroes, and the yearning for the Sea Emperor are all gone.
Don't take it easy.

My mind seemed to have been washed from the inside out.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Or do you think you can beat me?"

Li Haiwang's mentality is about to collapse,

He said it very seriously, okay?

What's so funny about this?

"Relax, I won't participate!"

Touching the plaster on the back of his head, Fan Haiwang had a satisfied expression.

"Aren't you going to participate?"

King Li Hai frowned, and then said in disbelief: "This is a once-in-a-century arena, and you didn't participate?"

"That's right!"

Fan Haiwang has a natural expression,
"Because I now realize that I am too weak. Too weak, I am not qualified to step on that ring at all, and I don't have the strength to compete for the final title of Sea Emperor!"

That's right, what he feels now is similar to how Guo Haihuang was killed by an unknown old man a hundred years ago.
Very clearly aware of their own shortcomings.

Being crushed by Leng Kong's unsuspecting move, Fan Haiwang is ready to practice from the basics again, to regain his original warrior heart.

I don't even want the title of Neptune, let alone Neptune?
"You, fell!"

Seeing that Fan Haiwang didn't even dare to go to the big ring, Li Haiwang thought he had lost his "strongest" heart,
"Then just watch, I will become the new generation of Neptune!"

"A new generation of Neptune?"

Seeing his younger brother's confident expression, Fan Haiwang couldn't help but curl up his mouth, "Don't daydream, although I won't participate, the title of Sea Emperor is definitely hopeless for you."

Sure enough, it's really interesting to tease my brother occasionally!
Haha
(End of this chapter)