"Oh my God, is this the comedy blockbuster of the year?"

"Dare to hang the phone of the sword god, brother, your courage is really fatter than an elephant!"

"I want to know who that brother is, can you sign me. ”

"Are you stupid, Yiqingliu has said so much, that person just now must be the Night Emperor, but the voice is very strange?

After everyone was blinded, there was an exciting discussion.

After all, although Yiqingliu is a bull fork, he is a neon person after all, and everyone is a son of Huaxia, of course, I hope that there are local people who can kill his prestige.

Now the man appeared, albeit just by hanging up.

But it can be regarded as a slap in the face.

Yiqingliu felt that he could be indifferent, but when he heard the sounds around him, he only felt that there were thousands of ridicules coming.

His Dao heart couldn't calm down, so he took a deep breath and picked up the phone again to replay it.

"Hey, are you crazy, I don't buy any Ichiryu ramen!"

On the phone, the man got up obviously very angry, and scolded him cracklingly.

Rumble!

Yiqingliu was stunned in his head, and the people present were also shocked, and immediately laughed.

"Hahaha, a clear stream of ramen? This Night Emperor is really talented!"

"I'm going to die laughing, have you seen the sword god's expression?

Ridicule came from all around again, and even a master outside the world couldn't help but say angrily: "I'm from Neon, and I'm here to challenge you!"

"Huh?"

The head of the phone was inexplicable, "Friend, did you just run out of a mental hospital? I have no relatives with you for no reason, why are you challenging me?"

The sword god was scolded for being neurotic?

Many people clutched their bellies and laughed.

"You ......"

Yiqingliu's face was angry: "You killed me, my son!"

"Your son?

Yiqingliu resisted the urge to smash the phone, and said angrily, "Do you remember the neon swordsman you killed in England?"

"I don't remember, but what kind of guy is called Yiqingliu, I'm waiting to make up for it now, if you have something, can you finish it quickly?"

"You're too deceitful!"

Yiqingliu was furious, angry and quite aggrieved and helpless.

Lao Tzu, a sword god, crossed the ocean to seek revenge, and was about to be killed by the enemy before he even started fighting?

Now, the old sword god regretted making this call in front of everyone in order to pretend to be a beep.

He really wanted to hang up like this, but he was killed by his opponent on the phone, so wouldn't he be ridiculed by others if he hung up the phone like this?

I could only resist the urge to kill and shed tears, and said quickly: "Three years later, at noon, I will wait for you on the top floor of the Demon Capital Center Building!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone and took a few deep breaths before regaining his composure.

Everyone was laughing non-stop, only to see a sword light rise from the ground, and in an instant, the cold air spread everywhere......

Everyone couldn't laugh anymore, so they could only forcibly hold their mouths, and their faces were quite ugly.

"Hmph, a bunch of shafts!"

Yi Qingliu wanted to say a few words to Jian Wuya, but it was too torturous to stay here, so he put down a cruel word with a gloomy face, and left quickly on the clogs.

A generation of sword gods came in style, won the battle but returned angry......

After Yiqingliu left, there was no threat to restrain them, and everyone laughed.

The Eight Great Pavilion Masters hurriedly rushed to the ring and surrounded Jian Wuya.

The owners, who have always shown their majesty, are also unable to hide their smiles.

One of the pavilion owners laughed and said, "Haha, no matter what, I'm happy to see the old ghost eating deflated! That night emperor is really a talent!"

"The old ghost blew him so high, do you think the Night Emperor can win?"

"He pointed at random, and my 'Thunder Sword' was broken, and normal people definitely can't win. ”

Jian Wuya regained a little blood, tilted his head and looked at the hole at the shoulder, and suddenly smiled: "However, that Night Emperor doesn't seem to be a normal person, I think he has hope." ”

"If that's the case, the battle three days later can be said to be the strongest battle in decades!"

"The eggs who were idle in the capital were numb, go to the magic capital to watch the show!"

As a result, a group of respected martial arts celebrities rushed to the airport like gangsters......

Magic City, a temporary stronghold.

When Qin Hao put his phone on the table, his face was still confused and speechless.

But soon, he slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "I miss people sleeping so much, but I didn't recognize a clear stream?"

It turned out to be that old devil!

Qin Hao sighed in hindsight.

A clear name, of course Qin Hao knows. The neon sword god, known as the man who almost made Huaxia unable to raise his head. He learned all this news from the original Neon Ronin.

When he was wandering around Europe, he saw a neon ronin bullying the local Chinese, and with the intention of eliminating harm for the people, he beat that person.

Unexpectedly, that guy was not convinced, and he actually wanted to commit murder.

Under the proper defense, Qin Hao accidentally clicked the person.

Before the ronin died, he begged Qin Hao for mercy, and returned a lot of balabala, his father was a clear stream neon sword god who was very powerful.

"It turned out to be revenge for that perverted devil. ”

Qin Hao sorted out his mind and understood the reason.

He got up and sent a message to the fat man, asking for information about Yiqingliu.

Immediately, the fat man replied to Datong's message: "Boss, is there a mistake? Why did you provoke the neon sword god? Don't underestimate that old man, he came to Huaxia in the past to be arrogant." And this time, his strength is twice as strong as it was at the beginning, and I was lucky enough to see his duel with Jian Wuya on the Internet, which is the video ......"

Qin Hao watched the video again, nodded and replied: "Yes, the combination of internal strength and sword intent, a clear stream is really interesting." ”

He hasn't changed on the surface, but his heart is still quite heavy.

Jian Wuyan's strength is about the same as Xiao Lingtian's, but a clear stream can easily kill in seconds.

How strong is its real strength?

While brooding on his cheeks, the fat man came over with a series of laughing expressions: "Hahaha, so to speak, it turns out that the man who cried just now is the boss? I also said that why is the voice so familiar? Boss, Yiqingliu ramen, neurotic? How the hell did you come up with so many strange names!"

Qin Hao was thinking about whether to go to the appointment, so he turned off his mobile phone after replying to the fat man's message.

Simulating the battle between the two sides in his mind, Qin Hao thought of many ways to meet the enemy, but they were all vetoed.

Under normal circumstances, oneself and a clear stream should be five or five, and the winning rate may even be lower than that of the other party.

However, Qin Hao did not intend to miss the appointment in this battle.

After all, that old ghost made a war letter in front of so many people, if he didn't go, wouldn't it bring shame to the name of the Night Emperor?

A battle scene was simulated in his mind, Qin Hao simply didn't bother to think about it, and his eyes rolled over and he fell on the bed to make up for sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but the jingle bell began to ring again.

Qin Hao got up and took it helplessly, and heard a deep male voice: "Is it Mr. Qin Hao, I am from the Guwu Alliance, and I hereby invite you to go to the headquarters in the afternoon to narrate......"

(End of chapter)