Chapter 112: We, Don't Agree!

In my plan to challenge Ziwei and take a shortcut to dominate Little Hong Kong, a person from a technical school suddenly appeared, which had to make me wary. Perhaps this time I was a little reckless, and I was unwittingly, involuntarily, and unprepared to get involved in the dispute between the two Anomalous Organizations.

However, it is not easy to say whether this situation is not good for me at this time, and in the end, as long as I am not defeated, I will not suffer too much.

At this time, I have to put myself in the right position, my task is to find the Heavenly Dao incarnation and save the world, and between the two, the main thing is to find the Heavenly Dao incarnation, and to save the world must serve the primary task unconditionally. So as long as my eyes are firmly focused on the king of the identity of the supernatural, anything else has nothing to do with me, what infighting of the supernatural, what crisis conspiracy, I can stand on the commanding heights and ignore it, and work hard towards my own goal, any obstacles that appear on the road, especially those that appear at such key points, just get rid of them, why do you think so much.

Little Macau Technical School?Am I still not able to afford to offend?

After the first round of qualifying, there are still 30 players left in the first three groups and two players in the fourth group, a total of 32 players, and then we will divide the selection into two groups, and only two will win the final challenge for qualification.

There was an hour-long break before the second round of qualifiers, and I didn't leave the field, only resting on the sidelines. Dongfang Fuqin came to smear me with Oriental Divine Oil, Qi Feng massaged my bones, the Wen brothers gave me a pedicure, Jinbao Xiaoou took 100 disciples to perform a cheerleading show to cheer me up, and Jason Johnson stood behind me with sunglasses, watching the surrounding situation with vigilance and hostility.

Among the other 31 players, 30 were directly pressed by me during the break, sitting on the sidelines drinking mineral water with an inferior complexion, probably praying not to be in a group with me. Only Yang Jian looked at me with extremely fiery eyes, full of boiling admiration. Looking at him, it seems that the injuries from the big battle just now are no longer serious, is my Sman series of health supplements so magical? Or does he have other means of healing?

The clock passed quickly, and the second round of pre-selection began. The competition party was randomly divided, I was in the first group, and the sword was in the second group, and I didn't meet it.

"Great!" Yang Jian ran over before I took the stage, looking very excited: "It's good that I didn't get in a group with you." ”

I smiled and asked, "Why, are you afraid that you will be eliminated in this round?"

Yang Jian scratched his head and laughed: "Haha, no, no, no, although it's a bit polite to say this, but I mean I don't want to be in a group with you in the second round, after all, with your identity, you still have to go to the last game and be eliminated, so it's more decent." ”

"Oh, do you think you can win me?"

Yang Jian confidently patted his biceps: "I'm going to defeat Ziwei's people, no matter how powerful your idol is, you won't be more powerful than Ziwei, right?" Hahaha, I mean in terms of fighting, although you are also very good, you will definitely not be the opponent of people of our level." But in other respects, you are definitely the strongest of Tianzi No. 1!"

He should have a conservative understanding of my strength just after playing a game together, and in this case, he dares to hint at the meaning of winning against me, is he too rampant, or too ignorant, or too confident?

Or am I too arrogant, maybe he really has this strength?

I patted him on the shoulder: "I'm optimistic about you, but I'm optimistic about your spending power." ”

Yoken and I both laughed.

Group 1 of 16 challengers took the stage, and the competition began immediately.

There is no long rest, there is no consideration of the order of appearance, if there is the strength to defeat Ziwei, he will not care about the consumption and damage of this.

On the scene, the other 15 people were staring at me, and at the moment their hearts were making a mistake, and they didn't know how to fight this battle.

Surely it is not my opponent? The point is that they are not too afraid to lose, but what if they win?

Recently, the reputation of this person called Naochun is really not small, and he has established the Siman Group, which has the strength to become a first-class enterprise and a first-class consortium. Founded the revitalization of the Chinese heritage, with hundreds of millions of fans of the hilarious Tai Chi.

Look at what he's doing when he's fine.

Assist the rise of the OPPO brand and monopolize the mobile phone market in Baozi Street, Hong Kong;

the production and promotion of the Siman series of health care products, forcing the big drug lords to go away;

Establish diplomatic relations with the governments of war-torn countries in Africa, and set up arsenals to participate in the fight against the unrest;

Kicked through nine venues in Causeway Bay and brought the Women's Fighting Association under its umbrella.

No one recruited him to provoke him, he had done so many big things, if he was defeated here today by abnormal and non-moral means, needless to say, it would be difficult to say whether he would be able to get out of this field alive today.

And from today's situation, it can be seen that his strength is still far from those real masters, rather than finally gaining the glory of fighting with Ziwei and losing 2 billion challenge funds, it is better to be a little self-aware, so far, it is good to leave some incense and popularity.

I don't know what's going on, these masters who have practiced martial arts to a certain level have the same blunt brains, not only the same bluntness, but also a high degree of consistency in dealing with problems.

So another farce appeared, and the 15 people on the field jumped towards me almost at the same time, and then turned around on the spot to protect me behind me, and shouted angrily at the empty position he was in just now: "Bah! Don't want to win more than few, if you want to defeat the head of the spring, let's pass my level first!"

15 people, in the same pace and with unified lines, can only be described as a miracle.

After a set of performances, everyone was very embarrassed, and after a period of silence, everyone began to clasp their fists and salute each other.

"Eh, they're all righteous gentlemen~~~"

"Be polite, aren't they all the same admiration for the head of the spring~"

"Lick together?"

"Together ~~~"

Everyone turned to me one after another, and I was powerless to fight back with all kinds of sycophants, it turns out that these people's best tricks are in this regard.

In the end, my soldiers won the victory of this pre-selection without blood, and the price paid was to bring them more in the future activities, and now the martial arts have been extremely lonely, and there can be a sudden rise of the noisy Taiji, everyone wants to accompany this dragon and regain the glory of martial arts.

I stepped down, and the challengers in Group 2 were not willing to give up the opportunity to communicate with me, and they made requests one after another, hoping to hug their thighs. I readily agreed to their conditions, which will also be of great benefit to me in the next step of actually taking power in small Hong Kong, and there is no reason to refuse.

The second group of 16 people came to the stage, and they were also instantly divided into two camps, one side was the head of the 15 sect venues, and the other side was the organization of the Stranger, Yang Jian, the director of the training director of the Little Macau Technical School.

15 people shouted angrily at the foreign sword: "Bah! I want to hinder the head of the Naochun Sect from challenging President Ziwei, I'm the first!"

"I'm the second!"

"My third!"

......

"I'm the fourteenth!"

"I'm fifteenth!"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Don't agree!"

Neurotic?~