The Nine Godheads

"It's hard and stupid!"

"How about playing like this, if you win, how can you? You are lying in bed for half a month!"

"Nervous disease, this is!"

It’s just that sometimes it’s like this, it’s a common point, these two people are just now!

嘭——

There is no skill in the punch!

The body of Longsheng was also slightly swayed. At this moment, his half body was already numb. He knew that if he had two more punches, he would have to fall down! But he is more aware that Hong Xiaobao can't hold a few more punches! He stood still hard at this moment, and the practice of braving the white spirit has disappeared, it is already the end of the powerful!

"More... come again!" Hong Xiaobao's voice was weak, and he looked coldly at Longsheng!

"Mom, come!" Longsheng was also angry and shouted.

嘭——

Once again, without a skillful punch, the dragon squatted back and licked his chest without blood.

And Hong Xiaobao glared at him, his body slammed to one side, and forced to stand still.

"More... come!"

There is no skill and a punch. Longsheng has a sweet smell in his mouth. It is actually pouring blood, forcibly swallowing, but the mouth is overflowing with a trace of blood. At this moment, everything in front of his eyes is blurred. The world seems to be a turntable. It seems to be turning.

Hong Xiaobao is almost the same, but miraculous, forcibly stood firm.

"XX, you can still hold a few punches in his X!" Longsheng gritted and yelled: "Come on... Come!!"

嘭——

Another punch, Longsheng’s eyes suddenly turned black and his body was cut. He tried to grasp anything in vain, but he couldn’t catch anything and slammed it on the ground.

And Hong Xiaobao also stumbled forward. ORZ was on the ground, and the body was shaking slightly. For a while, Hong Xiaobao looked pale and raised his head and bit his teeth: "I...win!!"

Everyone in the foundry is silent.

If the first three games of Hong Xiaobao went to the dog, then this game is hard to win!

Win them without a temper!

"Won!!!"

"Master!"

"Master brother... is it okay?"

The cooking hall cheered again, but this time, it was not as boiling as before. Many people were worried about Hong Xiaobao’s body. It’s so desperate... No, right? !

Such as Wu Guoer and a few other female disciples, this time has already witnessed tears, is excited, but also pity!

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

"Niu than!!"

"Impressed!!"

"Oh!!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

The whole half of the venue cheered, so stupid to the extreme, and hard to the extreme game, igniting the fire in their hearts!

"Master brother! Master! Master!"

"Master brother! Master! Master..."

After a brief noisy, someone suddenly shouted the master, and this time it was more tidy than the last time, and there were more people!

The lips of the old disciples of the cooking clubs were trembling slightly. They never thought about it, cooking the pavilion, and there was such a day!

At this moment, the performance of the martial arts is Hong Xiaobao, but also the cooking court!

Master, see no, the whole venue is cheering for you!

Hong Xiaobao struggled to climb up, trying to stand up, and the venue was violently quiet. They all looked at Hong Xiaobao quietly.

And Hong Xiaobao has once again stood on the ring, pale: "Next... one!"

"Oh!!!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

The crowd at the meeting cheered again.

"The cow is better than the cow!!!!"

"hero!!"

"I am taking it, it is too hard!"

"But I can stand up, but it doesn't mean he can fight again. I think it's better to see this defeat."

"Yes, this is a fate, but he has done enough! It is beautiful enough."

Everyone thinks this way. After all, Hong Xiaobao’s state is also in his eyes. In this state, it is impossible to fight again.

Many people who have no feelings about this are also a little bit forced. Looking at this boiling venue, it is clear that the other eight platforms are still fighting, but always feel that there is only the collapse of Hong Xiaobao.

Other gossips are thin to burst!

The middle-aged man with a wind name looked at Hong Xiaobao with a flat look. "Restoring?"

"war!"

The middle-aged man of the wind surnamed calmly announced: "The next game, Ding Jiu zero."

Everyone in the foundry team immediately looked at him. This is the formerly prestigious founder of the founding court. The casting team participated in the first round of the four elimination tournaments - Kong Zhenghe!

If at the beginning, how good is Kong Zhenghe? The founding disciple's face is a bit bitter, and the situation has developed to this point. Casting the club is really a huge loss!

Losing people, losing money, losing money, the most important thing is that it seems to have faintly stood opposite the opposites of all the disciples... I am afraid that the masters will not give good fruit to eat!

Kong Zhenghe slowly went to the stage. Looking at Hong Xiaobao's face is a bit complicated. He knows that this game is definitely a win, but... It is estimated that in the eyes of everyone in this meeting, it is a thief who has harmed the big hero. Therefore, the best situation is that Hong Xiaobao directly admits defeat.

"You admit defeat!" Kong Zhenghe frowned, trying to be as generous as possible: "I don't want to play against you in this state. If you can, wait for you to hurt us and fight again."

"Then I am like this!" Hong Xiaobao gnawed his teeth. The next moment, the body suddenly rose and rose up!

"呜啦!!!"

"呜啦!!!"

The venue cheered again,

This person is awkward! ! ! Can't fight it! ! !

Just like this, can you still distort his practice?

"I will serve him in the Leiyin City man!"

"The cow is better than the real cow!"

"mighty!!"

"Reappearance of the gods, unite the rivers and lakes!!"

Kong Zhenghe's face changed slightly, saying: "For the respect of you, I will come up with all the strength!"

"This guy has a bit of a heart," Hong Xiaobao thought happily, and he became a hero at this moment. His words can offset the dislike of most people.

"Call...call..." Hong Xiaobao gasped with a big mouth and picked up his own pot that was thrown aside. He sneered: "I said, even if you fight hard, you will pull down a few of you. people!"

Kong Zhenghe wrinkled his eyebrows and only thought about ending the game as soon as possible. When the next finger pointed to his back, he pushed slightly upwards, and a sword had already left the scabbard and floated in the air.

"This... this is!?"

"Flying sword! Scorpio, this is Feijian!!"

"I know who he is, and the sword of the foundry of the cabinet is Kong Hehe!!"

"Well, this is lost!"

"Don't say this, even if Hong Xiaobao is in good condition, it is impossible to be the enemy of Kong Zhenghe!"

"Kong Zhenghe is in the cabinet, but in the cabinet, even in the cabinet, it is the first controversy without controversy!"

"The first time in this knockout round, I don't have to think about it anymore. It is definitely Kong Zhenghe."

"Hey?" and Hong Xiaobao on the field is also a little bit stunned, some tricky! Even if this guy makes his best, the winner is only five or five! No, no, it may even be June Fourth, July 3, August 1...

"I am not afraid of not being afraid, I am not afraid of it. The body of this flying sword must be very weak. Go up and give him a pot to live!" Hong Xiaobao secretly thought, suddenly the body was short and rushed up!

Kong Zheng and his body did not move, but his hand made a slight stroke. The flying sword flew to the front of Hong Xiaobao. The sword pointed at Hong Xiaobao and slowly set a foot in front of Hong Xiaobao.

Hong Xiaobao was shocked and violently attacked from another direction, and Kong Zheng and his hand made a slight stroke, and the sword was blocked in front of Hong Xiaobao.

"Hong Xiaobao, admit defeat." Kong Zhenghe frowned: "I don't want to be an enemy."

Then why don't you admit defeat?

Hong Xiaobao is speechless, and it’s fun to fight. But for the sake of coloring, in order to smash the Leiyin City, you must win!

Go to the wider world, make more money, eat better medicated diets, and, by the way, look at your own wife, run away from the mental retardation of those who are geniuses, and reborn children...

Hong Xiaobao’s thinking was diverging, and he had already ran 90,000 miles in an instant.

"In order to cook the pavilion, for the other seven pavilions, I will not lose!" Hong Xiaobao gnawed his teeth: "Even if I fight, I will win!"

"I don't know how to live and die!" Kong Zheng and a cold scream, and a slight stroke, the flying sword rushed down suddenly, and slammed into the black iron pot without hesitation. This sword is completely like a sword, but like A heavy hammer, the rumbling spread throughout the venue, and Hong Xiaobao was also beaten out by the students!

"Good strength!" Hong Xiaobao was a little embarrassed: "Mama! This is almost the same strength as when I didn't spur the blood!"

"If you continue to be stubborn, the next sword will appear on you!" Kong Zhenghe said coldly: "Trust!"

"No!" Hong Xiaobao angered: "I want to win!"

"I am fulfilling you!" Kong Zheng and cold channel, fingers slightly stroked, Feijian dive again!

This time, Hong Xiaobao has already prepared, picking up the pot and taking a shot!

clang--

A bang, Hong Xiaobao's mouth was a little numb, and the sword was also shot by Hong Xiaobao, only to shoot the position of the two swords, Kong Zheng and his hand moved slightly and stabilized it in the air.

This lower hole is also a slight glimpse. He knows the most powerful way under his sword, but Hong Xiaobao can suppress it with force. This power is really amazing!

With such a thought, Kong Zhenghe was really afraid to turn over the boat in the same gutter as several younger brothers. Now he no longer keeps his hands, and his hands are pinched with a very gunshot gesture. The wrists are put together and make a flower-like appearance. The sword slammed and smashed away!

Feijian seems to have opened at this moment, and the movement is extremely fast. He suddenly slammed into Hong Xiaobao's body, and Hong Xiaobao had already concentrated on it. He never dared to think about things like acting, and he kept the whole body!

铛铛铛铛铛铛铛铛铛铛铛——

Every sword is stabbed in the pot, but you must know how big the force on the flying sword is. In this dense smashing bang, Hong Xiaobao’s body was pushed out to two positions!

The violent sound slammed and the flying sword flew back to Kong Zhenghe's side. Kong Zhenghe's eyes were a little scared. Hong Xiaobao played the strength of this time... but far more than the four battles!

Is it... he has been hiding strength? !