"I was wrong......"

Qin Hao felt very guilty and wanted to pull the flower butterfly over, but found that one hand was not enough at all.

was about to take the needle in his other hand, but Qin Ling got up and patted it: "Don't you take care of your body!"

Seeing that the girl was angry, Qin Hao dared to make a mistake, raised his hand and said, "Hmm, the needle is too tight, loosen it." ”

"Not serious!"

After crying for a while, after the catharsis of emotions, Qin Ling's mood improved a little, and he scolded, almost returning to his usual state.

Qin Hao was very happy, and rubbed Qin Ling's waist and lower parts vigorously as he could.

"Brother, don't do this!"

Qin Ling's face was flushed, and she returned to the state of a little girl in the past.

Qin Hao's heart was overjoyed, and he was full of pride: Sure enough, when treating women, kneading is the last word!

After some rubbing, the resentment of the two Nizi disappeared, and they sat on the edge of the bed, their faces were red, as if they had just undergone a spring breeze baptism.

"Brother, you must not do this again in the future......"

Even though he had been conquered, Qin Ling still muttered stiffly.

Flower Butterfly also added: "Even if you want to go to a dangerous place, you must take us with you!"

"Yes!"

Qin Ling raised his powder fist and agreed.

"Okay, okay, take you two wherever you go in the future, so it's all right......"

Helpless, Qin Hao could only throw out a promise without credit.

"Hmph, that's pretty much it. ”

The two Nizi nodded proudly.

……

While Qin Hao was enjoying the sweetness in the ward, the Demon Capital Zhengheng Martial Arts Hall was in full swing.

"Kill him, President Yang must kill him!"

"President Yang is invincible in the world, and he will definitely not lose to the little devil!"

"Mr. Yang is out, brothers, hurry up and roar!"

"Mr. Yang is invincible! Mr. Yang come on!"

In the surrounding stands, the crowd called out the name of a person in an impassioned manner.

The man was wearing a Mao suit, combing his oily hair, and looked very much like an intellectual during the Republic of China.

This person's appearance is polite, but his gestures are full of sharpness, and he seems to walk plainly, and every step is full of thick footprints, as if stepping on everyone's body.

This move is undoubtedly only a martial arts master, and it is also true, his real identity is the president of the Demon Capital Martial Arts Association, Yang Dingtian!

The moment Yang Dingtian stepped into the ring from the aisle, he cheered in full.

The people did not have the strength to defend themselves against the enemy, but they could make a contribution to the defense against the enemy with their cheers and faith.

Thinking of the horror of that old Japanese man, everyone's hearts were heavy, but the cheers and cheers became louder and louder.

"President Yang, you must win!"

Thousands of cheers in the stands, a cheering sound came into the ears, Yang Dingtian smiled and nodded, full of confidence, which made many people feel a little relieved.

Smack.

In the aisle on the other side, an old man slowly walked out. He was wearing a neon samurai suit, with cotton socks and clogs under his feet, and he didn't make a sound all the way, but everyone couldn't help but breathe heavily, and their bodies and minds became heavy, forgetting about the call.

So much so that the entire martial arts hall quieted down unconsciously.

When the old man walked to the center of the ring and confronted Yang Dingtian from afar, the heaviness on everyone's body dissipated, and because they were afraid, they shouted again.

"Little Neon, you don't come to pretend, see if President Yang doesn't clean up your falling flowers!"

"President Yang killed this old man!"

"Come on, President Yang, the hope of Huaxia depends on you!"

Yang Dingtian smiled confidently and gently on the surface, but he was bitter in his heart.

There are many nine famous masters in the capital, and the twelve heavenly kings of the demon capital have also been defeated, and the other party's strength and sword strength have broken through the sky, even if I am the president of the Martial Arts Association, I have no power to resist!

Even though Yang Dingtian is confident that he can defeat the above celebrities, it is also a conclusion after a hard battle.

Where is the old man in front of him, who treats any master with a knife?

When he heard that the other party was going to challenge himself, Yang Dingtian was actually frightened and helpless, twenty years ago, he was already famous all over the world, and now he is a disciple, and his strength is several floors, not to mention the defeat of countless masters in the capital of the demon capital, and the arrogant words of "Huaxia martial arts wither".

This kind of arrogant character is that everyone will be angry, and everyone wants to beat him fiercely.

However, after seeing the other party's shot, Yang Dingtian did not have a trace of confidence in winning, not a trace!

But there is no way, people are in the rivers and lakes, and many things are involuntary.

For example, when people want you to go up, you have to get it, even if you know it's going to die!

In order to preserve his reputation, in order not to be spurned by the martial artists, Yang Dingtian came to face the man who made him afraid.

"Master Yiqingliu, you're here. ”

Not knowing what to say, Yang Dingtian could only hold back the hardship in his heart and said with a smile.

However, one master has already exposed his timid thoughts.

Yiqingliu's face remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to hear the abuse around him, and said lightly: "President Yang doesn't have to be nervous. ”

"I'm not nervous, the master misunderstood. ”

Yang Dingtian kept smiling, but sweat stains appeared on his forehead.

"him, him, President Yang!"

"Yes, kill the little devil!"

Two roars came, Yang Dingtian's smile was slightly embarrassed, but Yiqingliu shook his head lightly: "You Huaxia, are you all this kind of mouth cannon?"

"Little devil, don't be arrogant, see if President Yang can kill you!"

"You just have to wait for a few seconds, and when President Yang makes a move, you'll be finished!"

Another round of taunts struck, and Yiqingliu shook his head helplessly: "Sometimes, I really want to kill these fools." ”

A generation of masters, revered in neon, anyone who sees him will bend down. The juniors who learn the sword have to kneel down.

As a result, in China, no matter how much he wins in a row, he will be ridiculed and insulted.

"Well, get rid of him quickly, so I can get out of this place of right and wrong. ”

Yiqingliu said with a gloomy face, Yang Dingtian sighed "him" in his heart, and heard his colleagues in the capital say that Yiqingliu came to China this time for a peerless master, it seems that this matter is true.

So logically think about it, don't you say that it is really as your peers say, and it has become a whetstone?

"Dare to ask the master, who is that 'he' who can make you value it so much!"

Yang Dingtian was a little angry, he was the number one master of demonic poison, and he was also among the best in the entire Huaxia.

However, Yiqingliu didn't look at himself, what he said in his mouth and what he thought in his head was him.

Yi Qingliu didn't answer, but looked at Yang Dingtian meaningfully, "President Yang, make a move." ”

"What?"

Yang Dingtian didn't expect Yiqingliu to say this, his heart was full of grievances, and if he didn't answer, he would forget it, and he asked me to strike first with a mocking face?

Even though he was afraid, he was not a straw bag, and under the warm anger in his heart, a fist was full of internal strength.

"Zhengyang Killing Fist!"

Yang Dingtian's voice dissipated, and his fist slammed out, although it was far away, it also shot out a fiery red fist qi and rushed towards a clear stream.

(End of chapter)