Chapter 162: The Terror of the Past (12)

Uncle Huo opened his mouth wide, stared at the top of the ring, and glanced at Murong Ling.

"This ...... I don't know. ”

She knew that Su Lin was very powerful, but was she a little too strong now?

"No, I have to hug my thighs and see who dares to beat me in the future."

The little ghost couldn't wait to rush over now and hug Su Lin's thigh.

On top of the ring, Su Lin walked up to Jin Tai, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of evil smile.

"You...... What do you want? ”

At this time, Mrs. Jin finally understood the gap between him and Su Lin.

Su Lin stared at Jin Tai with indifferent eyes and stepped on his arm.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

"Ahh

With one foot, Kintae's arm was directly abolished, and a painful voice sounded in the ring.

"Dog stick, dare to shout in our Huaxia?"

"Bang!"

This foot stepped on Kinta's right leg, and the bones shattered!

"Let you pretend to be better in our Huaxia!"

"Bang!"

"A small country with a bigger fart, dare to insult us Chinese people, who gave you the courage?"

"Bang!"

Su Lin's 43-yard big shoe print, stepping on Jin Tai's face, with a crisp sound, Jin Tai's nose bridge was broken, and her mouth was full of blood.

"You...... You ......"

Jin Tai's finger pointed at Su Lin, but before the words fell, Su Lin stepped on his finger.

The pain of the five fingers connected to the heart made Jin Tai let out a scream like killing a pig.

"What are you? In the nonsense, wipe out your mouth too. ”

"Phew!"

Su Lin foamed at the mouth and spit on Jin Tai's cheek, Jin Tai's eyes stared at Su Lin, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes turned black, and he passed out.

"Garbage."

Su Lin kicked the unconscious Jin Tai down.

"Dog, but there's still a fight?"

Su Lin's eyes were as cold as snow, staring at the Korean sticks, seeing Su Lin's eyes, these sticks, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Tick! Tick! Tick! ”

At some point, sweat dripped from his cheeks and fell to the ground.

Thinking of Su Lin's cruel methods, they unconsciously took a few steps back, Mrs. Jin was abolished in a blink of an eye, they went up, and they also brought humiliation on themselves, the most important thing, Su Lin was too ruthless, although they were arrogant and never abolished people, but Mrs. Jin ......

"This brother is so strong."

"Haha, look at the stick."

"Cool,, dog stick!"

……

"What? Can't? Let's go together! ”

The Korean stick looked at the coach and asked intentionally, and if they play together, the chances of winning are very high.

"Xiao Ling, can Su Lin beat a group of people?"

There are a total of twenty-three people with sticks, and two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and he knows that Jin Tai does not dare to fight with twenty-three people at once.

"I don't know."

Murong Ling shook her head, she couldn't see through Su Lin at all.

"This brother is so arrogant, haha, but I like it."

"In our Huaxia pretend, we must be beaten into a stupid fork."

A group of students watched with enthusiasm, and they couldn't wait to stand in the ring, it was him, and even some female students rushed at Su Lin and secretly sent Qiu Bo.

……

"It's too much of a deception, since he wants to find death, everyone will go together!"

In the eyes of the Korean coach, he couldn't wait to breathe fire.

"Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him!"

Twenty-three Korean sticks rushed into the ring and looked at Su Lin angrily.

"Wait a minute."

At this time, Su Lin suddenly spoke.

"Why are you afraid? I tell you, kneel down and apologize, take your legs off, and I can spare your life. ”

The Korean coach laughed and looked at Su Lin with disdain.

"Little brother, come down, after all, there are too many of them."

Uncle Huo couldn't stand it, after all, twenty-three people shot together, and it was normal for Su Lin to not be able to fight.

He didn't want the Korean stick to abolish Su Lin.

Su Lin smiled at Uncle Huo and said, "A group of ants, I haven't paid attention to it yet."

"Poof!"

The Korean coach sneered: "Wait, I hope you won't kneel and beg for mercy, after all, your Chinese servility has been inherited for five thousand years, hahaha."

Su Lin was too lazy to look at the Korean coach and smiled disdainfully.

"If I lose, I will destroy my legs and arms, and if I win, you will all go out on your knees, and shout, it is better to stick pigs and dogs!"

"Okay, I promise you."

The Korean coach, without saying a word, directly agreed, in his opinion, Su Lin could not win at all.

"Su Lin, isn't this bet a bit too big, let's come down."

Murong Ling was a little worried, no matter what, Su Lin was brought here by her, if she really broke her hands and feet, she would never forgive herself in her heart for the rest of her life.

Su Lin didn't look at Murong Ling, but faced these sticks, raised his middle finger, and treated others in his own way.

"Damn, dare to insult us, brothers, go up together and beat him to death."

These sticks were furious, relying on the large number of people, surrounding Su Lin, and the water could not be leaked.

Su Lin snorted coldly, grabbed the arm of one of them, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let me show you, what is the Invincible Hot Wheels."

Su Lin grabbed the arm of the stick and rotated 360 degrees in place.

"Ah, let me down."

"Bang bang bang!"

Some of the sticks were caught off guard and were kicked in the face, and immediately their nostrils were bleeding, and their red and swollen faces hung high.

The stick did not dare to continue to go up, watching this scene.

"Cowardice!"

Su Lin put down the stick, his feet staggered, he couldn't stand at all, his stomach rolled for a while, and he suddenly vomited.

"Get on your knees!"

Su Lin kicked his legs, and with a click, the bones at the knees of his legs were useless.

"Plop!"

The dead dog knelt in front of Su Lin.

"The first one!"

Su Lin's smile was mixed with a hint of ferocity, looking at the Korean stick.

The Korean sticks looked at each other, and no one dared to go up again, and no one was a fool, and the gun shot the first bird.

It's too cruel to scrap your legs as soon as you go up.

"What are you afraid of, go together, he is not an opponent."

The Korean coach below kept roaring, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

"Damn, the boss is really fierce."

The little ghost's eyes widened, not letting go of the slightest detail.

When the Korean stick heard the coach's words, he stiffened his head and rushed forward together.

"Ants."

The nearest Korean stick, before he could react, felt a pain in the knees of his legs, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

"The second one!"

The stick behind Su Lin's back, raised his arm, and his fist was just about to smash down, when Su Lin turned around, grabbed his fist with one hand, and twisted it vigorously.

"Click!"

"Ahh

The hand of the Korean stick bent instantly, and then the knee pain was unbearable, and he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

The third! ”

The Korean stick on the right rushed over, took out a knife from inside his clothes, and stared at Su Lin with fierce eyes.

Su Lin smiled disdainfully, the aura in the dantian was running, and when the knife was two centimeters away from him, the Korean stick found that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move.

(End of chapter)