"You can't let this Panasonic pants be the president, there is a kind, come with me, and we will defeat him together!"

Suddenly, a young man stood up with a sword in his hand.

"I'm coming too!" the second one, too, stood up.

Then, the third!

The fourth.

Inside, there are many female classmates.

Their blood was boiling, and what appeared in their eyes was unwillingness, anger, but also indomitability and courage.

"There's a bit of samurai spirit!"

Panasonic pants looked at him and sneered: "However, I can remind you that this time, I will not show mercy to my subordinates! Dare to stand here, once the war starts, if you lose your arms and legs, even if you lose your head, I will not be responsible!"

The threat of the red fruit!

Article 15 of the rules of the kendo society, once you get on the kendo platform, you will be regarded as life and death.

This article has been specially made public and authoritatively notarized!

If you don't recognize this article, you are not allowed to go up!

This means that all the people who go up are equivalent to signing the life and death certificate in advance.

Everyone's eyes were red.

There were a few timid ones who really retreated.

But most are still standing there, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather!"

I don't dare to compare myself to Tarzan, but I definitely won't be lighter than a feather!

"Everyone follow me!!" a teenager was about to rush forward with a sword, and the other teenagers and girls were also ready to start.

"Panasonic pants, it's a fart! What qualifications does he have to challenge so many warriors of my kendo club at the same time? You all go down, let me come!"

"I'll have one person and one sword, that's enough!"

An incomparably loud voice came from the battle platform, and everyone in the kendo club could hear it clearly.

The young men and girls on the stage looked awe-inspired, and they all put away their swords and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Everyone couldn't help but look shocked, who is this person, it sounds, it doesn't seem to take this Panasonic pants in their eyes at all!

This pride alone is worthy of respect.

Who the hell is he?

Everyone's eyes were on the battle platform, and fell on the young man in the gray robe behind Hua Daiyu.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're talking about, don't sit down yet!"

Hua Daiyu watched Ye Bai stand up, and her heart was anxious.

Although she was unhappy with Ye Bai, she knew that Panasonic pants were not easy to mess with.

Kendo has the rules of kendo, if Ye Bai goes up by himself, won't he be killed?

The others, after seeing Ye Bai, the hot blood that originally burned in their hearts instantly became cold again.

This person is not a member of the kendo class.

It looks even more bland.

Is this man drunk and talking about wine here?

In the exclamation of everyone, Ye Bai puffed up his chest and walked towards the battle platform.

He walked slowly, but steadily with every step.

His face was filled with an indifferent smile, neither humble nor arrogant, neither happy nor sad, not fearful.

Even Shangguan Wuxing and Zhuge Cautious, who were more familiar with Ye Bai, felt that Ye Bai at this moment was very different from usual.

Usually, he was extremely lazy, and he looked like he was not worthy of his seriousness.

But at this moment, although he has no edge on him, he can make people see the edge.

"Who are you that dare to despise me so much?"

Panasonic's eyes were extremely cold, he looked at Ye Bai and snorted coldly.

"No...... That's not what I meant!" Ye Bai said indifferently.

"It's good to know, I can treat you as ignorant and fearless, as long as you kneel down and admit your mistakes to me, I can spare you!"

Panasonic pants said proudly: "Oriental samurai, don't be humiliated!"

"No, I mean, it's not you that I despise!

Ye Bai said lightly: "Even if the president of your Chongyang Middle School Kendo Club comes, I will say the same thing to him! Even the entire Oriental kendo master is here, I still say this sentence! You can bring this sentence back, Oriental Kendo, it's a fart!"

Wow!

So handsome!

It's so handsome!

Everyone was stunned, and they looked at Ye Bai with great admiration.

To be able to come out and dare to say this in the face of Panasonic pants, which is amazing in kendo, requires more than just courage!

Panasonic pants, incomparably atmospheric, holding a long sword in his hand, and concentrating: "Self-report your name, my sword, don't kill the unknown!"

"Leaf white, leaf of leaf, black and white white!"

Ye Bai smiled and said: "The next president of the Kendo Club! With me, you can't move the brand of the Kendo Club! You can't be the president!"

What the?

Is he Ye Bai?

Everyone was shocked.

I have long heard Dongfang Undefeated release the words, saying that there is a deflated three who don't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth is going to come to the brainfield, so that everyone can cheer up.

Unexpectedly, this young man is Ye Bai, after Panasonic pants defeated Dongfang Undefeated, he actually stood up!

Is he really just a deflated three?

In the stands, Hua Daiyu opened her mouth even wider, feeling that everything was so absurd.

"Zhuge Fatty, is he really Ye Bai?"

"If it's fake, besides, I dare to bet with you, he will definitely win, do you dare?" Zhuge looked cautious and proud.

"Although I don't think you can win, I still have to bet with you! You say, what to bet on!" Hua Daiyu gritted her teeth and said excitedly.

"If I win, you let me kiss it, wet kiss, for a minute!" Zhuge looked at Hua Daiyu cautiously, and said in his heart that the boss is the boss, this pickle girl process is too good!

"Okay, but if you lose, you have to join me in protecting the kendo club brand and not letting Panasonic pants smash it!"

Hua Daiyu said.

"One word is a certainty!" Zhuge nodded cautiously.

But.

Many people are hopeless.

Panasonic pants are so strong, even the three musketeers joined forces and failed, how could he, a person in the painting class, be able to fight?

I'm afraid that there will be no return!

Silence!

"Let's shoot!" Panasonic lowered his pants, his breath soaring.

An invisible storm emanated from him, making the students in the front row feel almost suffocated.

It's terrifying, get back!

Many people realized this and hurried backwards.

The entire three rows of people retreated to the fourth row, and although the fourth row was still five or six meters away from the battle platform, they still felt a storm rushing towards them.

"He, he must already be a real ancient warrior!"

"Oh my God, only the Ancient Martial Desolate Realm will have this kind of aura!"

"That Ye Bai, he's just afraid that he's going to die!"

……

"Since it's a battle, why don't you play big again?"

Ye Bai looked at Panasonic's pants and said suddenly.

"How do you want to play?" asked Matsushimo, not afraid of anything.

"The loser will commit suicide by breaking his stomach on this kendo platform!"

Ye Bai said lightly.

Disembowel!

This is what Oriental samurai often do, but the Chinese people rarely go back to do it, because in their eyes, it is a stupid hat.