After listening to Song Youkang's words, not to mention other people, even Du Lisha, who had been with Song Youkang for some days, almost laughed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This loser can really break blindly. If you are greedy for fun, you are greedy for fun, and you also say that the venue is small, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. After a while, it was thrown out, and it was probably not the shot put, but the face.

It's no wonder that everyone suspects that every competition has been carefully calculated. A four-star martial artist, without the use of high technology, threw a ten-kilogram shot put with one hand, and the highest record was only 35 meters.

Fifty meters, also taking into account the existence of metamorphosis. Even if Song Youkang is a pervert, after two big attrition games, it is absolutely impossible to throw more than 50 meters.

It's a pity that they don't know that Song Youkang already has a sea of qi, and his internal force is very majestic, comparable to the existence of ordinary six-star ancient martial artists. In the previous project, he didn't consume much at all, and even the long jump was also a consumption of absorbed energy.

At this moment, Song Youkang can be said to be in a full state, and ten kilograms of shot put, of course, is not enough for him to play.

"If you want to vote, hurry up and vote, don't waste everyone's time!" the referee grew up and drank, and he had to show his majesty, otherwise how would he mix it up in the future?

Song Youkang smiled faintly and said, "What is urging, isn't it just a ball." ”

As he spoke, Song Youkang urged the internal force, and after turning in place for half a circle, he sent it with one hand, released his palm, and threw the heavy lead ball.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the sky was heard, louder than anyone threw it.

However, what everyone was paying attention to now was not how loud the voice was, but staring at the lead ball that looked like a jet-black cannonball, and their mouths couldn't help but open wide.

Especially the chief referee and the bunch of referees beside him, their faces were like white paper, their bodies were trembling, and they were directly frightened, standing in place in a daze, looking at the bigger and bigger shot put.

"Oh my God!"

Du Lisha screamed, unable to believe her eyes. I also wanted to do something in time, but she was not a god in the sky, so she didn't have time to do anything.

Lin Zixin and the others were also shocked, they didn't expect that their ruined young master would come to such a hand.

The jet-black shot put did not fly in the direction where it should go, but pointed directly at the referee's bench, piercing the air and rushing, with no intention of falling at all.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the shot put hit the wooden table in front of the referee, smashing the wooden table directly, and sawdust flew everywhere. Moreover, the aftermath also overturned the tables on both sides, and at the same time made the referees fall to the ground one after another, embarrassed.

Especially the referee, who was even more frightened, his crotch was soaked, sweat was flowing on his face, and he stood there, not even daring to move.

"Yo he, that's good!" Song Youkang clapped his palms and said with a smug smile: "The strength is just right, one more point to smash people, one less point to smash the ground, it's just a bunker." ”

Saying that, Song Youkang didn't care so much anymore, and turned around directly to end the game.

"You stop!" The referee finally reacted and yelled at Song Youkang: "Song Youkang, you foul, you are a foul! I will punish you for playing, and you will not be allowed to play any more games, and at the same time the results will not be recorded!"

Song Youkang stopped, turned to look at the referee, and said lightly with a wipe of his nose: "What are you talking about, I fouled? Which rule did I violate? Come on, come on, make it clear to Young Master Ben, otherwise I will sue you for slander!"

"You!" the referee almost knocked out his front teeth and said viciously: "You despised the referee, did not throw the ball in the direction of the throw, and smashed the table of the referee, almost injuring the referee." Isn't this a foul? Do you still want to quibble?"

"Am I quibbling?" Song Youkang wiped his nose again and said: "Young Master Ben is on the side of reason, and he still needs to quibble with you? Don't insult the word quibble, is it?"

"Strong words!" The chief referee put together: "You are strong words! After drawing the area for you to throw the ball, you just want to smash it at the referee, this is a foul, and you will be punished!"

"I'll give you a face!" Song Youkang also increased his momentum, looked at the referee coldly, and said: "You keep saying that Young Master Ben has committed a foul, say it, what are the first paragraphs?"

"I ......" the referee didn't know how to answer for a while, because he knew that there really wasn't such a rule.

Song Youkang smiled faintly and said, "I can't say it, can I? The young master will come to you for you." According to the rules of the game, the farther you throw, the higher the points. And from me to you, to say the least, there are sixty meters, and you must give full marks!"

As he spoke, Song Youkang glanced at the referee team, and continued: "As I said before, your venue is too small for Young Master Ben to play, and you just don't listen." Now I'm throwing the ball beyond the farthest area, and I say I'm fouling, and if you do that, you're not afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect that this loser could still speak the truth. Although you can hear it, this product is arguing with strong words, but I can't refute it, there's nothing wrong with it!

Du Lisha covered her mouth vigorously to prevent herself from laughing. She never dreamed that Song Youkang not only became so powerful in force, but even when he reasoned, he was a superman.

Lin Zixin also thought so, and she also covered her red lips to prevent herself from laughing. I thought to myself, the young master is quite interesting, it is obviously a strong word, but it can make the other party speechless. High!

Even the two sisters, Lu Mingliang and Lu Mingli, couldn't help but be impressed by Song Youkang's nonsense, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up. The rest of the followers, not to mention, in addition to admiration, there is only admiration left.

And Song Youkang himself, after seeing that the referee couldn't find anything to say for a long time, he directly shook his hand and said: "Since you can't find a reason to refute Young Master Ben, then don't ink, let others conduct the second round, it's not too early." ”

Although the referee is unwilling, what can you do if you are unwilling? But what can you refute and judge? The only thing you can do is to let the surveyor measure the distance.

No more, no less, the place where the shot put fell was just sixty-one meters away from the center of the throw, and it hit the center of the wooden table, causing the wooden table to shatter in an instant and become wood slag.

In the end, the referee team was extremely unhappy and reluctantly reported the results, so that Song Youkang occupied the first place in the standings after the first throw, and opened a large distance from the second place.

This distance, unless it is a martial artist above five stars, has a chance to make up for it. But who of the writers on the scene can reach that height? They can only give up the gold medal and frantically grab the silver medal.