"별로눈치채지않았는데,나는특별히알지않았는데,이권투(권황)의수위는분명낮지않았다.

Zhao Junting saw the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian asking himself like this, his eyes were slightly condensed, and then he opened his mouth and muttered in a low voice without any concern.

"하하,막내형제는역시성품속사람,솔직하고,괜찮다. ）”

The 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian also saw at a glance that Zhao Junting did not have any cultivation of the 'boxer' on his body, maybe he had some simple fighting skills, but he didn't worship a master under a certain sect or family like this, and the question just now was also harmless, that is, he touched the beard on his face and replied with a smile.

Looking at it again, Lina and Qiao Xin were completely stunned by the scene just now.

This asking about the cultivation of the 'boxer' is tantamount to holding a gun to fight the opponent, but when he saw the 'King of Fighters', he laughed, but it was really because Zhao Junting's unhearted words just now made him sweat.

Zhao Junting smiled with the 'King of Fighters' with a harmless face, and then fell silent, and secretly screamed in his heart: I have to say that I didn't see the cultivation of the King of Fighters, no matter how stupid I am, don't you understand, the few light curtains on the 'King of Fighters' just now are the promotion of the hegemonic stage, and the person who appeared in the room later who played a set of punches and was exactly the same as the 'King of Fighters' is the so-called soul stage, as for the King of Fighters has not reached the stage of gods and demons, presumably only the 'King of Fighters' himself knows.

At this moment, the two in the ring have made all the preparations before the game, and the game has officially begun.

Black MT asked in a low voice.

"A disciple of the Spirit Rhino Sect? A few days ago, on this platform, I just killed a disciple of the Lingxi Sect, and another one came so soon, why, are there so many people from your Lingxi Sect that I can't kill them all? ”

Black thinned his face MT, and when he saw the scar-faced man, he sarcastically said angrily.

"I know that you killed the person from our Lingxi Sect, the ancestor of this sect, specially sent me to take your dog's life, MT? Hehe, who the hell are you? Zeng Mou did not kill the nameless ghost under his fist. ”

The scar-faced man saw that this MT actually talked to him about the incident a few days ago in such a joking manner, and he replied with confidence.

Others can't hear all this, the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian who is sitting in the suite, Zhao Junting and two beauties, Qiao Xin and Lina hear it clearly.

Why is this happening, because, throughout the entire perimeter of the stage, there are miniature ultrafeminine microphone radio equipment, so any word of the two people in the ring can be heard clearly.

A femtometer is a unit of length that is smaller than a nanometer.

Hearing this, the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian was taken aback at first, and just planned to call the silver-haired old man outside the door to go down and spread the word, not to continue in the game, but he didn't expect that the next scene had confirmed the judgment of the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian.

"Poof."

I saw that on the boxing ring, there was a thumb-sized blood hole on the chest of Black MT, whirring with dark red blood, and then looking at the other party's surname Zeng Scarface man, but, holding the other hand with one hand, made a finger movement, and had already killed the opponent MT.

Seeing this scene, the audience immediately shouted, depending on the fact that the dead one no longer has any meaning, and the scar-faced man surnamed Zeng standing on the stage is the true god in their minds.

"Hey."

The 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian walked to the window, slammed the glass hard, and sighed deeply, depending on the look of remorse.

The door to the suite opened instantly, and it was the silver-haired old man who walked in.

"권황어른, 13할아버지그가갔으니,우리이제어떻게해야합니까?(The King of Fighters, the Thirteenth Master is gone, what should we do now?) ）”

The silver-haired old man looked grief-stricken as if he was in mourning, and his voice was almost inaudible and said to the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian, who was standing in front of the window.

Who is this MT? Why didn't you report your home?

In fact, the MT thin-faced man is an apprentice of the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian, and the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian made thirteen talented and qualified apprentices become brothers with different surnames, and named them the 'King of Fighters' Thirteen Taibao.

The one who hung up just now is the thirteenth MT of the 'Thirteen Taibao', and the actual 'boxer' level of MT has entered the level of AA+ in the hegemonic stage, and if you take one more step, you can reach the realm of the soul, and the existence that can rank in the top three in the 'Thirteen Taibao' is also, the favorite little apprentice of the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian, regarded as his successor. It's just that now even the corpse is cold.

"장단에올라가그성씨의고인이올라오면박씨가수십년동안만나지못했다는말을하고,그리움은고인과함께이야기하길바란다. ）”

The 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian saw his lover die, and his mood at this moment was also very sad, and his tone of voice was the same as that of the silver-haired old man, and there were even traces of tears in his eyes, which couldn't help but make people's hearts vivid.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Xin still didn't sit down, stepped forward and flirted on the shoulder of the 'King of Fighters', handed the King of Fighters a tissue, and whispered in a low voice.

"Don't be too upset."

Although Qiao Xin has never seen MT, she knows that the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian's love for his apprentices is no less than his love for his own son, but seeing the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, the 'King of Fighters' must be in great pain in his heart, as a married wife, Qiao Xin's comfort at the moment seems even warmer.

"예,'권황'대감,그13할아버지뒤에?(Yes, Lord 'The King of Fighters', what happened to the Thirteenth Master?) ）”

The silver-haired old man sighed, fortunately Mrs. Qiao Xin was by his side today, otherwise, the 'King of Fighters' would be sad for a while, and the next person would be sad and sad together.

"네,가장높은규격에따라처리하세요.빨리내려가서성씨의고인을올려주시는것이관건입니다. ）”

'The King of Fighters' Park Wentian shouted in a somewhat annoyed voice, depending on the fact that this scar-faced man surnamed Zeng was an existence that the 'King of Fighters' couldn't provoke.

Hearing this, Zhao Junting couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect that the 'boxer', life and death were in an instant, and the thin-faced man MT, who was still extremely imposing just now, had been killed on the spot by the man surnamed Scarface in the blink of an eye, Zhao Junting took a deep breath, his eyes showed a hint of coldness, and under the control of the disease, he figured out a truth: those who want to join the 'boxer' must look down on life and death.