Chapter 0038 - Who Plotted Whom

PS: At the beginning of the new week, Xiaotian continues to ask for all kinds of support from relatives, thank you!

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Through the last martial arts fight with Zou Yonghua, Song Youkang is no longer the 'three wastes' young master in the eyes of the teachers and students of the Central Plains National Middle School, but a strong rich and handsome. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

However, Qiu Qiu, a professional boxer, didn't look down on the big boy who came to him at all. Although it seems that he should have some skills, it is still difficult to enter Qiu Qiu's eyes.

Although Qiu Qiu is only 22 years old, he has been in the boxing industry for six years. Over the years, he has played a terrible 2,000 games.

In other words, basically except for the traditional Spring Festival time in Huaxia District, he almost once a day, which is simply staggering. Even if it is a machine, it is difficult to have such a record.

However, Qiu Qiu did it!

He entered boxing at the age of 16 and started his first fight against the champion of his division at the time, and won the gold belt. Since then, Qiu Qiu has been on the quest all the way, and he has traveled all over the Earth Federation.

In the past six years, Qiu Qiu has gone from being immature at the beginning to becoming an old-fashioned professional racer. But one thing hasn't changed, and that's his violent temper.

As long as it was his opponent, whoever it was, he vowed to defeat him once and for all. Use a cruel way to make the opponent dare not face himself again for the rest of his life.

Even if he is defeated by the other party, even if he is beaten all over his body, Qiu Qiu will never give up. As long as there is still a breath left, we will fight to the end.

In Qiu Qiu's own words, that is: man, be cruel to yourself!

In a whopping 2,000 games, Qiu Qiu has only lost 48 games, and all of them have made it extremely difficult for opponents to win. There are many winners who swear that they will never play against Qiu Qiu again in this life, which is too perverted.

Now, a young man who looks fine-skinned and tender meat is coming, and Qiu Qiu has no pressure at all. Yes, it is the momentum of the king, and the anger of the king being challenged.

"Boy, who are you? Don't you know the name of your uncle? You dare to shout in front of Lao Tzu, do you know how to write dead words?" Qiu Qiu glared at Song Youkang angrily, extremely arrogant.

The corners of Song Youkang's mouth rose, and he still said lightly: "Strength, it's not whoever has the loudest voice who is high." As for who Young Master Ben is, I don't think you are qualified to know yet. ā€

"I'm Cao!" Qiu Qiu shouted: "Boy, what are you talking about? Lao Tzu is not qualified? Tell you, this is to let you leave your name, and someone will come to collect your body after you die!"

Song Youkang was too lazy to take care of Qiu Qiu, walked straight to the registration office, and wrote down his name with a pen. Then, he turned his head to look at Qiu Qiu and said, "Your name is Qiu Qiu?"

"Ahhh

He hated people saying this about him the most, and at the same time he couldn't understand why his parents gave him such a name. Originally, he wanted to change, but he had to pay the price of erasing all his previous achievements, and he was reluctant.

Every time, if anyone dares to say this, there is only one result, and that is death! Now, if this young man dares to speak like this, then the end will be no different.

Qiu Qiushou raised his hand and pointed at Song Youkang and said, "I'm your father, if you want to die, say it early, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!"

Song Youkang smiled faintly and said, "Is your mother hungry and thirsty, so let you come out to find a fierce man?" But I'm sorry, this young master doesn't have a heavy taste......

"Little Miscellaneous Mao, you shut up for me!" Qiu Qiu was furious.

"Who is Xiao Zamao scolding?" Song Youkang was still calm and light.

Qiu Qiu shouted: "Little Miscellaneous Mao is scolding you!"

Song Youkang nodded and said, "Oh, Xiao Zamao is scolding me, that's too rude." ā€

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh. Qiu Qiu also understood all of a sudden, he fell into Song Youkang's fall and fell into the pit, how can he bear it?

"Little Zamao, Lao Tzu wants you to die!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Little miscellaneous hair, ...... again" Qiu Qiu almost hit the trick again, beating this chest and roaring: "You have succeeded like angry Lao Tzu, today, I will let you have no return, go to death!"

In the middle of the words, Qiu Qiu pounced on Song Youkang with a huge fist, and smashed down on Song Youkang's head, with a whirring sound, which shows how fast and powerful this punch is.

If he was hit, he would have to lie in the hospital for several months, even if he didn't die.

"Be careful!"

Screams came from the crowd, and it was a man and a woman in unison. It's none other than Yuan Dajun and Miss Du Lisha, who is also signing up for the competition.

Of course, Song Youkang didn't dare to be careless, he could feel that although this Qiu Qiu's head was not very bright, his strength was not bad, and he should be a three-star martial artist.

If this punch is hit, serious injury is absolute.

Therefore, after Song Youkang judged Qiu Qiu's attack line, he immediately turned sideways to avoid it, and his expression was very serious.

wanted to take the opportunity to fight back, but Song Youkang saw a familiar figure peeking in the crowd, it was the sworn enemy Zou Yonghua. Moreover, this guy looked at it very carefully, and his eyes didn't blink, for fear of missing something.

Song Youkang knew that Zou Yonghua was looking at his own strength and making countermeasures in advance. How can he succeed? Dig a hole for him and let him jump in.

So, Song Youkang only chose to dodge, without any intention of making a move. Not only that, but he also pretended to be very embarrassed, making people look like he couldn't make a move, not because he didn't want to make a move.

Sure enough, Zou Yonghua smiled and said to himself: "Song Youkang, you wait for me! I didn't kill you that day, and let you live for a few more days." During the sports meeting, Lao Tzu will definitely let you go to see the king of Hades!"

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, and an old man in his fifties and sixties floated over and blocked between Song Youkang and Qiu Qiu.

I saw that the old man raised one hand slightly, and he accurately grabbed Qiu Qiu's fist, making it unable to move for half a minute. Then he gently sent it forward, and Qiu Qiu involuntarily took a few steps back.

The old man stroked his beard and said with a peaceful face: "The two juniors, if you want to do it, you have to carry it up." It's the registration time for the Games, and no one is allowed to come nonsense, do you understand?"

In every gesture, this old man has a strong demeanor, especially making Qiu Qiu backwards with an understatement, which is extremely surprising. I was thinking in my heart, how high is this old man's cultivation?

Song Youkang could also feel that the strength of this old man was on par with the mysterious old man who came that day, and it was an existence that he couldn't compete with at the moment.

Qiu Qiu is not a pustule, and naturally he knows that the old man in front of him can't afford to offend, so he can only give up. glared at Song Youkang angrily, and said viciously: "Boy, you wait for me, on the day of the competition, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

Song Youkang smiled faintly and said, "I suggest you spend some more money to make your body tougher, especially your teeth." ā€

After that, Song Youkang ignored Qiu Qiu and turned around and walked towards Du Lisha. At the same time, I was also thinking in my heart how sure I would defeat Qiu Qiu if I really fought head-on.

After testing it just now, Song Youkang is completely sure that Qiu Qiu is a new martial artist transformed through science and technology, or a standard three-star martial artist. If you are armored, will your own flesh and blood be able to compete?