Chapter 1293 - One Against a Hundred! (Part 3)
With a brick in hand, the world is invincible.
At this moment, Qin Yang was in this state.
Boss Qi twisted his neck, the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more feminine, and he said lightly: "Since you insist on not changing your weapon, then don't blame me for not reminding you, let's say, which arm are you going to keep." β
"Leave a fart, it's all unloaded!"
"Boss Qi, don't talk about any rules and righteousness at this time, put this kid to death, and make him so arrogant again!"
"Yes, kill him!"
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The onlookers all scolded, and none of them said that they were merciful to his subordinates.
The referees of the No. 5 court were two beautiful girls who seemed to be weak on the outside, and when they saw this situation, they were also worried about Qin Yang in their hearts.
And not far away, Yutai Mingrui clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his delicate little face had a slight smug smile: "You are still so embarrassed when you are dying, I see how long you can be arrogant." β
"Senior Sister Mingrui, in fact, Mr. Yang is not a bad person, so why do you have to get along with him. β
Zhang Xueying next to her smiled bitterly.
"I can't get along with him? Look at how many people he has offended, even if I am kind enough to let him go, will the others let him go?"
Zhang Xueying was speechless for a while.
After a pause for a few seconds, she said softly: "When we came, the head of the sect deliberately instructed us not to cause too many troubles in the ancient martial arts world. Especially if you meet that guy named Qin Yang, you have to retreatββ"
"He's not Qin Yang, what are you afraid of. β
Yutai Mingrui interrupted her coldly, "Besides, even if I really meet Qin Yang now, what can I do, I want to see what three heads and six arms he has." β
Zhang Xueying moved her mouth, sighed helplessly, and did not persuade.
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"Boy, I heard it, uncle, I want to keep you an arm, it seems that I can't do it, I just blame you for being too much, and you are dead!"
Boss Qi sneered.
Qin Yang smiled slightly: "It's not certain who will die." β
Seeing that Qin Yang was still so arrogant at this time, the smile on Boss Qi's face gradually faded, and he clenched his fists: "Okay, then I'll loosen your bones for you." β
"Waitβ"
Qin Yang suddenly spoke.
"What's the matter, are you scared?" Boss Qi was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a sneer.
Qin Yang stepped forward, took the bricks and arched his hand: "Although it is a grudge fight, it is also a ring set up by others, so it should be formal." In Xia Yang Xiaoqing, he is a disciple of the master of the Ye Hall of the Xuantian League, please advise. β
Boss Qi snorted coldly, stepped forward and arched his hand: "Down-"
"Flying saucer!"
At this moment, Qin Yang suddenly pointed behind the other party and shouted.
This sound was too sudden, Boss Qi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look, but in an instant, he understood that he had been fooled, and hurriedly turned back, but it was too late.
I saw a brick falling from the sky, covering my eyes!
Bang!
With a terrible scream, Boss Qi, who had just returned to the tall horse, was lying on the ground at this moment, panting, his face was stained with blood, and he couldn't stand up.
There was dead silence all around.
Almost everyone opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at Boss Qi lying on the ground in the ring, a little confused.
"OK, I won. β
Qin Yang clapped his hands, swaggered out of the ring, took the beer from Yun Qing's hand, and drank it leisurely.
After half a bang, the others finally reacted and scolded as if they had exploded.
"Stinky boy, you're too insidious! You won't be ashamed to win the competition by such despicable means!"
"This competition is not counted, this kid surnamed Yang is too shameless, he talks about being above board, but he is so despicable, this kind of competition can't be admitted!"
"Trash!
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In the face of everyone's scolding, Qin Yang cocked Erlang's legs and sneered: "The rules of the competition have not said that you can't use the means of yin people to win the game, if you don't accept it, you can also be yin people!
Shameless!
It's so shameless!
Hearing this, everyone was so angry that they almost blew up their lungs.
I was going to see how this kid was cleaned up, but I didn't expect this kid to be arrogant again, damn, it's so annoying.
The two disciples of the Feather Immortal Palace smiled bitterly and announced the results of the competition.
Yang Xiaoqing wins!
"Little ruffian, count yourself lucky!"
Yutai Mingrui stomped on his jade feet angrily, twisted his waist, didn't bother to look at it, and walked to his own competition venue.
The masses who came to besiege were unwilling to leave.
They had already made up their minds that if they lost, they must challenge Qin Yang to guard against his tricks. What flying saucers, lime, bricks, ignore and go straight to death!
After lifting Boss Qi down in the ring, the next group of competitions began.
Qin Yang looked at it for a while and felt bored, so he told Meng Yutong and the others, planning to walk around and see what they could find.
But after a big turn, I didn't find anything except a few places that I couldn't enter.
So Qin Yang went back again.
Back in the ring, Qin Yang found that Meng Yutong's faces were ugly, especially Xiao Qianqian's eyes were red, and she looked pitiful and crying.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Yang asked.
Meng Yutong pointed to the people around the ring, and said angrily: "These people have been beeping non-stop since you left, Qianqian couldn't listen to it and replied twice, but I didn't expect them to start insulting us and saying a lot of dirty words!"
A slight chill appeared in Qin Yang's eyes, and he was silent.
At this time, the woman from the Feather Immortal Palace walked over, looked at Qin Yang with a complicated face and said, "Mr. Qin, there are some people who have defeated you who want to challenge you. β
"How many people are challenged. Qin Yang asked with a smile.
I don't know why, seeing this smile on the other party's face, the female disciple intuitively felt a chill all over her body, and she didn't dare to look into his eyes.
"Yes...... There are more than a hundred. β
The female disciple hesitated and said, "But you can refuse the challenge. β
Qin Yang hooked the corners of his lips, walked into the ring, took out the blood-stained brick, looked around at the people around him, and said lightly: "What?
"The surname Yang, you won a game by luck before, this time I am here to challenge you, I hope you don't want to be a grandson. β
"Stinky boy, I'm not afraid of your tricks, if you have the ability, you will fight me!"
"I'll fight you first!"
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These people scrambled one by one, rolled up their sleeves, and had the posture of rushing up to fight.
Qin Yang nodded, weighed the bricks in his hand twice, and said lightly: "Okay, I accept your challenge, go on." β
The crowd looked at each other, hesitating as to who would go up first.
"Let's go together, don't ink. Suddenly, Qin Yang said lightly, his tone was extremely indifferent.
What the!?
Everyone thought that something was wrong with their ears and looked at Qin Yang in dismay.
Is this guy going to fight against a hundred?
(End of chapter)