Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 99

The third round was very short, but no one complained. The audience was full of excitement talking about the feeling just now, discussing Bailong who "turned against the wind".

In their eyes, such a result was unexpected.

Before the game, no one could have imagined that the tall and fierce Huey would lose.

Xiaolongren listened to the miscellaneous discussions around him, and his heart itched unbearably, but he looked completely different in the forum and in reality.

There is a lot of chatter on the forum, and they can talk about a lot of topics, but they can't hold a word for a long time face to face.

Sitting in the auditorium, he secretly called out the forum, and a virtual webpage image appeared in his mind.

Seeing this familiar page, Xiaolong felt relieved to go home, so he quickly posted.

"Shock!The third round of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association is upset! "

First take a prominent title, and then enter specific content to attract other players to discuss.

[Queen Mary: Blood loss, I bet Huey $1000 million! 】

[Odin: Haha, I’ve made a lot of money. I went bankrupt and bet on the white dragon. I lost ten!They say he is a monster, but you just don't believe it! 】

[Queen Mary: Who would have thought that Huey was not good enough? With that appearance, I thought he was a king player. 】

[Savage Tyrant: Huey is really strong, just by roaring, I gave up hope of being alive. 】

[Village Zhuge: On the fourth floor, is it possible that you are too good at it? 】

[Xiaolongren: I agree with the tyrant. The Black Panther definitely has the strength of the ninth level. If the white dragon knocks him down with one blow, he might win the championship. 】

[Queen Mary: Ares is a real monster. 】

Players quarreled in the forums over who would win.

……

noon.

The rain in Tokyo has stopped, and the sky has not cleared.

The air after the rain is fresh, and inhaling the lungs makes people feel refreshed, as if the dust in the lungs has purified the air.

Kirin Sijing returned to the Jingongliu Club, looking a bit depressed, put his shoes on the shoe rack, and walked barefoot to the practice field.

The super three Sun Wukong imagined by Bailong disappeared, turned his head and said: "Look at your expression, Senior Kuramoto lost."

"Yes." Qilin Sijing nodded, recalling the bloody scene just now, couldn't help palpitations, and whispered: "Senior Cangmoto's hands and feet were torn off by Ares, I wonder if it can be connected."

"Don't worry, if the limb is broken, it will be connected in a short time to ensure that there will be no sequelae."

Bailong raised his hand and patted her on the head as a sign of comfort, then turned to Shashengyuanhuang and said, "How do you feel?"

"Both sides are very strong, but I will surpass them."

Killing Yuan Huang had a serious expression on his face.

Mai Kuramoto initially adopted flexible moves to increase Ares' injuries a little bit.

Well done up front.

Unexpectedly, the more injured Ares became, the stronger his speed and strength improved.

He couldn't touch the side of Makoto Kuramoto in the front, and later, he tore off Makoto Kuramoto's right foot.

And that person's character is extremely fierce, he didn't even hum, and sprayed the blood of his short legs all over Ares's face, blocking his sight.

Another trick is Shuangfeng Guaner.

Normally, the winner would be determined in this move, but Ares became stronger after being hit hard, and madly tore off both of Kuramoto's arms, and she immediately bit her neck hard with her teeth.

The strong bite force tore Ares's main artery, making him even more mad. He punched Mai Kuramoto in the abdomen, ending the battle in a rather tragic way.

"Fortunately, Senior Kuramoto is not dead."

Qilin Sijing looked rejoiced, she was not familiar with Mai Kuramoto, but Bai Shifan's friend, this alone was enough to make her get close to each other, "Bai Shifan, do you want to visit her?"

"No need."

Bai Long shook his head.

Leaving the Jingu-ryu Hall ahead of time, I just didn't want to see Mai Kuramoto lose.

That guy loves face very much, if he wins, he can come to take care of the injury.

If you lose, you have to wait.

"Let's not talk about this, just keep practicing."

"Yes!" Qilin Sijing and Shashengyuanhuang replied in unison.

……

"The top four of the Budokai have already been decided. As for the champion, the Bailong player has a great possibility of winning the championship. There is an old Chinese saying that is as quiet as a pine and as moving as the wind, which fits his temperament very well."

The same expert speaks different words on the same show.

Jingong Mingtong was lying sideways on the sofa, his right foot wrapped in light brown stockings scratched his left calf, and he asked with a puzzled face, "How does this guy have the face to say such things?

Yesterday he also said that the winning rate of the idiot dragon was very low, and today he praised it again, and he didn't even blush. "

"Sister, Brother Long is coming back, don't lie down like this."

Jingu Chisa reminded her that her sister put her right foot up again in such a posture.

The short skirt will 100% let people see what color is inside.

"Hi, hi, I know."

Jingong Mingtong replied casually, without changing his actions.

She just likes to lie down comfortably like this.

"I am back."

Bailong's voice came from the door, Mingu Mingong quickly sat up, and changed to leaning against the sofa, with his feet resting on the desk in front of him.

Bailong threw the clothes into the washing machine, intending to wash them together later, turned around and walked into the living room.

He frowned slightly and said, "Mingtong, I've said it many times, don't put your stinky feet on the table."

"It doesn't stink!"

Jingong Mingtong's violent temper exploded in an instant, and he refuted loudly.

Bailong said with disgust on his face: "It's raining outside, and you wear shoes and stockings, how can your sweaty feet not stink."

"I'll smell it for you to see."

Jingong Mingtong hugged her foot with one hand, lowered her head and smelled it, the scent like sweet-scented osmanthus permeated the stockings and diffused in the air, she said happily: "It smells good, it doesn't stink at all."

"No matter how smelly my feet are, they still smell good."

"Then you smell it!"

Akitomi Jingong straightened her feet towards him, and moved her five toes. The thin stockings were like a layer of chocolate, which seemed to be broken if pulled.

"no!"

Jingu Chisa yelled, with a hint of panic on her face.

Even she didn't let Brother Long smell her feet, how could my sister be the first, the important news should be to smell her feet!
Bailong was speechless, and complained: "Qiansha, I'm not a pervert, how could I smell her feet."

Jingong Mingtong also realized that she had said something wrong, she retracted her foot, and muttered: "You are the stinky feet, the number one stinky feet in the world refers to your stinky feet."

After speaking, she deliberately covered her nose and shook her head.

Bai Long couldn't help but said: "You should be more hygienic, you are covering your nose with the hand that held your stinky feet just now, wash your hands for me!"

Jingong Mingtong immediately stood on the sofa, put his hands on his hips, and said fiercely: "I don't even say it smells! You smell it hard, does the air smell a little bit?"

"If you haven't heard of it, don't spread rumors there!"

A heavy spiritual pressure enveloped the living room.

It wasn't Jingong Mingtong, she frowned, and looked outside, "Which bastard?! See if I don't deal with him!"

"Don't move, leave it to me."

Bailong didn't have the habit of asking Mingtong to help wipe his butt.

Those who come to him will be dealt with by him.

(End of this chapter)