The Nine Godheads

"Please!" Hong Xiaobao took over the pot handed up by Chen Yu from the side of the platform.

"puff……"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hey! Scorpio! I have been in the foundry for two years, and I have seen a lot of Qimen weapons. I saw the pot for the first time!"

"Hey, how do you speak! The cooking club doesn't need a pot to use anything!" Another person laughed.

"Use a spoon!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone laughed a lot, and they couldn’t support it.

Even Lin Wenliang, who has already taken office, is also laughing and laughing. Looking at Hong Xiaobao’s appearance is like watching a fool.

And Hong Xiaobao stared at Lin Wenliang, and the appearance was tense. At first glance, I knew that I had used all my attention: "I will not leave a little effort! Even if I fight, I will win you. !"

"Oh," Lin Wenliang smiled.

Desperate?

This word is originally meant to contain the weak to challenge the strong, only to hear that the weak side will be desperate to the strong side, did not hear the strong will be desperate to the weak.

"You are quite clear about your situation. This is not bad," Lin Wenliang sneered, and found a short stick. He grabbed both ends and pulled it. The short stick became a long stick.

Hong Xiaobao took the pot in one hand and the body bowed, staring at Lin Wenliang.

Suddenly, Hong Xiaobao moved!

Before the body flutters, the hands of the black iron pot squat!

Lin Wenliang had been prepared for a long time, and his backhand slammed into the edge of the pot. He had a lot of experience in fighting and made a clever move. Hong Xiaobao rushed along the line and rushed to the side of the pot. It was only able to stand on the side of the platform.

"Niu than!"

"Great!"

"Seeing the insight!"

"Master Hong is good!"

- These cheers are all sent out by the founding cabinet, just a move, they have seen the strength gap between each other! The mood suddenly became easier.

"Wenliang! Do not care!" At this time, a disciple of the sword eyebrows also came to the stage and reminded Lin Wenliang.

Lin Wenliang nodded and sneered: "Whether he is weak or weak, I will not let him have a chance!"

"No way!"

"This is a lord? You told me that this is a lord?!"

A ring game has absorbed the attention of most people on the field. In previous years' competitions, even those who dare to challenge the stage are also good players, but in front of the lord, it is almost a one-sided suppression!

Or a palm, or a punch to end the battle, and today? The lord was almost single-handed and was almost taken out of the ring.

"The weakest leader in history!!"

There are also people such as Green Su Qing and Ji Xiaolu in the stands, this time is a glimpse, Hong Xiaobao! ! This is Hong Xiaobao? ? How could this be Hong Xiaobao? !

What is he doing with a triple player running four? ! Also become the owner? !

what's the situation? !

clang!

It was a crisp sound, and the eyebrows hit the black iron pot.

"Master Hong, take the black iron casting pot, you are really rich!"

"Not only money, but the brain is fresh and refined!"

After all, it was the foundry of the pavilion, just the percussion sound, they have already seen the pot material, and this is another ridicule.

And Hong Xiaobao’s right hand was shaking slightly, and the appearance was completely a sign that the tiger’s mouth was numb.

Lin Wenliang double-handed stick, did not dare to venture in, just step by step approaching, although Hong Xiaobao is far weaker than him, but he did not dare to care! Because this war relationship is too big, not only points, but also the face of the foundry! More related to the casting of the disciples of more than 10,000 Lingjing!

He lost this year is absolutely hell!

So, he is making a big move! A big hit with one hit!

clang--

clang--

The pot sticks kept intersecting and made a loud noise, like a night-time hit, like a red and white wedding.

The gap between the two is also revealed in this move. Regardless of strength or experience, Hong Xiaobao is far from Lin Wenliang's opponent. It is only seven or eight strokes. Hong Xiaobao is already embarrassed, and now it is the second time. On the edge of the ring!

"It is now!" Suddenly Lin Wenliang's teeth bite, the aura burst, and rushed to the long stick! With a stick of shackles, the end of the stick has already burst out of a brilliance, and the sound of emptying is like a gale! !

Hong Xiaobao was shocked and hurriedly lifted the pot to block...

"Let's lie down!!" Lin Wenliang is overjoyed!

The time slowed down. At this moment, the long stick suddenly broke into a seven-segment stick. The front half of the stick was like a whip, and it was drawn to the back of Hong Xiaobao. Hong Xiaobao was unaware, only thinking about resisting and struggling to make the pot Lift up...

The four quarters of the seven-section stick changed their direction slightly, and they rolled a circle at the handle and turned 180 degrees...

Hey!

A solid muffled sound, the seven-segment stick has been rolled down from the pot, and it was pumped on Lin Wenliang's chin!

Lin Wenliang was black in front of him and went straight to the ground.

And Hong Xiaobao still maintains the action of struggling to raise the pot. The next moment is a slight stay... How many roots are on the pot?

At this time, Hong Xiaobao was already conscious of it. He couldn’t think too much, and struggling to make a leap, and he shot it on Lin Wenliang’s head!

Hey - hehe...

Lin Wenliang was blacked out by his own stick. At this time, he took another pot and suddenly turned around. He waved his hand and wanted to change gears. Hong Xiaobao was willing to let go of this opportunity, and it was a pot!

Hey - hehe...

The sound is lingering!

It’s like a long beep after the big clock knocks...

Hong Xiaobao still wants to knock again. The presiding officer jumped into the ring and slammed Hong Xiaobao with a light stroke. He sneered: "How! To kill him?"

"Oh..." Hong Xiaobao immediately stopped and shouted. "I am afraid that he can fight again." The appearance is completely a sudden reversal of the situation, and I want to expand the results so I don't think about any other consequences.

The disciples of the side casting cabinet were all stunned.

They never thought that Lin Wenliang would lose this way!

This idiot! It was actually drawn by himself! !

Do you have a brain? ! Have you brought your brain? !

You have been smashing for a long time to kill yourself? !

Grass your uncle! Laozi's five hundred spirits! ! !

In the short glimpse of the cooking pavilion, there was a sudden burst of cheers:

"Oh!!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

"Master is good!"

"Long live!!!!"

They have limited strength and are too far away. They don’t know that Hong Xiaobao has been being crushed. How suddenly it becomes like this! !

But in charge of him, anyway, it is the casting of the cabinet, so - long live! ! !

Long live! ! !

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The foundry on the table is already roaring. It is only an instant, and the male and female of the 18th generation of Lin Wenliang’s ancestors have all been fancy X.

Those who pressed the note were gnashing their teeth and looking at the whole box of Lingjing in front of the cooking club!

Meat hurts! !

Meat hurts! ! !

"Wind the win! Hahahaha!" Hong Xiaobao was overjoyed, leaping down the ring, holding Chen Yu: "I didn't see it, I didn't see it! I said that I will win this game." !!Win it?! Win it!!"

Everyone in the foundry cabinet was gnashing his teeth, and Lin Wenliang, who was in a coma at this moment, couldn’t help but tear him away! !

This idiot! You are a little bit stable, he is not finished, he is not finished? What do you have to do? The most unforgivable thing about his mother is that this guy’s big move will kill himself! !

"Come up!" The presiding officer looked at Hong Xiaobao with a cold eye: "There are only two situations in which the lord can squat, I have not told you?"

"Oh oh oh oh," Hong Xiaobao hurried up, smirking: "Reporting the predecessors, there will never be another time!"

"Well," the presiding officer was expressionless, and this announced: "The first game in Fujian and Taiwan, Ding Sansheng."

"..."

"You are only three or eight! Your family is all three! This is just my admission ticket number, can you not mention this three-eighth?!"

And behind the big jade wall, the results have been shown:

"Hong Xiaobao, cooking court, three points, first place."

"呜啦!!!"

The cooking pavilion is already boiling! !

This is too rare for this! !

Cooking Court! ! We can also hang the list for the first time!

Don't worry about how long this name can be hung, but at least it is hanging on it! !

"Scorpio!! Cooking Court?!"

"I wipe it! Cooking Court?!"

"My God, I am wrong! Cooking Court?"

"triple!!?????"

"Hong Xiaobao? What is this guy coming to?"

Everyone is stunned, cooking club? Right, right, Leiyin City has such a cabinet!

But this pavilion is not already... already...hey, how could it be a cooking club anyway? !

how could it be possible! !

This doesn't make sense! !

"Ha ha ha ha, seeing no see," Hong Xiaobao pointed at the jade wall and said: "My name!" At the end, suddenly it was even more joyful: "Right right!! Also won a million Lingjing!! Wealth!" It’s a rich man!! That’s all borrowed from my loan!!”

Founding disciples: "..."

A big man can't help it. He said: "Hong Xiaobao, can you dare to gamble again?!"

Hong Xiaobao is overjoyed. Isn’t he playing such a force for this moment? Of course, if you want to catch a fish, you can't catch the bait. You have to sneak for a while, you have to bite deep...

At the moment, Hong Xiaobao shook his head and shook his head:

That look, I will bet a big one, and I’m going to pull my hand and play a full ten!

"You are not saying that your cooking club has been bullied for a long time, such a good opportunity to raise your eyebrows, how can you not gamble?" Dahan sneered, he lost 500, and he was hurting, and now he thought about winning. Come back, "You are a big disciple of the cooking club, are you even timid?"

"Master! Don't take his time!" Chen Yu hurriedly said: "If you see it, please accept it!"

"So you should live your cooking club on the ground floor of the nine pavilions! You are the black fish in the mud, and occasionally take a bubble and still be yourself?" Dahan said with a sneer: "Haha! It's a joke!"

"I... I bet!!" Hong Xiaobao was mad at the face, and his anger pointed to the disciples of the founding cabinet. His fingers were slightly trembling: "You, you, you are coming over!! How many gambling, I, I, I, I Cooking Court... it’s next!”