Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1973 Xiao Xi is so good!

Father Stella has been standing on the stage for quite a while, but since the guy who was knocked out by the Holy Sword of Physics was lifted off the stage, no one was on stage for the time being.

Originally, it was expected that since the invincible priest had already taken the stage, the Chiyan Tower master of the [Magician Association] should have come on stage to find bad luck without saying anything... but no.

The sight and camera shifted to the Chiyan Tower master at almost the same time.

But at this moment, the Chiyan Pagoda master just sat silently with his hands in his arms, with no expression on his face, as if he had no intention of doing anything.

This is weird. With Father Stella's insult to Chiyan Pagoda Master at the summit meeting, it is impossible for the Pagoda Master to bear this tone, right?

But now the Chiyan Pagoda Master, not to mention taking the stage, he doesn't even have a slight suffocation.

It stands to reason that I have already left the Forbidden City, and the characters of the major transcendent delegations will more or less reveal an unusual aura, but the Chiyan Pagoda master seems to not even pay attention at this time. , It is easy to ignore his existence.

As time passed, Chiyan Pagoda Master’s onstage seemed to have become elusive, but Father Stella was still watching the crowbar standing on the stage... he couldn't just keep on dragging it down like this.

At this moment, the true dragon of Shenzhou wearing the [Dragon King] mask walked straight into the air and landed on the stage.

The priest's gaze condensed slightly for an instant, he raised his brows, and opened his eyes: "I think you seem to be in good shape, you must be very resistant..."

But the priest hadn't finished saying this, the true dragon of Shenzhou that fell into Taichung directly waved a golden dragon-shaped shock wave to shoot it.

At this moment, Father Stella didn't seem to care about it, holding the Holy Physics Sword in his hand and smashing it directly into the golden dragon-shaped impact.

The shock wave was not broken up in an instant, Father Stella's body was even pushed out a distance of seven or eight meters, and the Holy Sword of Physics finally broke the shock wave.

People who watched the live broadcast on the Internet don’t know what the scene is like, but some Internet users just fry the pot right now.

Because I don’t know which young genius UP master is, he actually gave a classic "No one can beat my BGM in my BMG" when Shenzhou True Dragon appeared on the stage... [Difficult to recite] variation!

Outstanding!

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On the field, Father Stella, who stopped, handed the crowbar from his right hand to his left hand, and then shook the palm of his right hand. The sharp-eyed people could even see that Father Stella’s right palm had already risen. The heat became red.

"Forget it, I won't fight the guy who unlocked the blue plug-in unless the official tells me."

Father Stella's voice is very low, how low is it... so low that only the real dragons on the scene can hear it.

At this time, Long Xiruo took a deep look at the priest, and said calmly: "If you know, go back to where you should stay. Now that you have taken the three beads, don't disturb the meeting here. Go ahead. Otherwise, as the referee of this conference, I will have to shoot you."

The voice of the true dragon of Shenzhou is very high-profile, I am afraid it was deliberately intended to be heard by the world-especially the second half of the speech.

referee!

Shenzhou Zhenlong is not a contestant, she is a referee!

At this moment, Father Stella shrugged, patted his **** and left without any spine... He really patted his butt.

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"As a referee?"

Among the crowd, a man in a wrinkled white suit couldn't help frowning...Farrell.

But at this time, Mr. Gareth beside Farrell was similarly relieved, "Fortunately, fortunately, the referee does not play, and this conference also said that there is a lack of a super opponent."

When he said this, Mr. Gareth was clutching the only bead in his hand-this was ejected from the Huoyun Cthulhu before the opening.

The moment when the beads bounced, Mr. Gareth felt somewhat surprised-he thought that the current situation of [Knight’s Organization] was seriously injured, I am afraid it would be difficult to be recognized by the Shenzhou Administration as a front-line force.

In short, Mr. Gareth’s feeling at this time is that as long as he can keep this bead, he will be able to go back to intercede with Her Majesty the Queen-by the way, Mr. Gareth is currently infusion: glucose and saline.

"not good."

Unexpectedly, Farrell came directly with such a sentence at this time, as if he was about to do it, and Mr. Gareth was so scared that Mr. Gareth ignored his manners at this time, and he reached out directly from behind to hug him.

But how could Farrell be able to make a man hug hard from behind?

He had already escaped from Mr. Gareth's raid in a flash.

Just as Mr. Gareth's face was bitter and he cried out to be worse, Farrell stopped. At this moment, in front of Farrell, a man wearing a tunic suit with white temples appeared silently. A middle-aged man who is not angry with himself.

The man chuckled softly at this time: "China has a vast land and rich resources, and there are endless talents and strangers, not to mention that there are many foreign powerful people gathered here, why should Mr. Farrell be in a hurry... Don't scare everyone away. ."

Farrell... can't understand.

Mr. Gareth had studied the Chinese dialect for several years, but he only understood it in half a bucket of water-this was actually translated by Wolfgang later.

Yes, the people who came to Farrell at this time became two people, one is Mr. Song and the other is Wolfgang.

Mr. Gareth didn't know where these two guys came from, but he dared to stand in front of Farrell, as if they knew each other?

"Okay." Farrell nodded calmly, and stood aside, there was no movement.

Mr. Gareth breathed a sigh of relief secretly. When he was looking at Mr. Song, they had disappeared. When did they leave?

Suddenly, Mr. Gareth felt that the bead ejected by Huoyun Cthulhu seemed to be a hot thing-he had no one to discuss at the moment.

This time, the number of people from the [Knight Mechanism] was originally very small, and he was the only one who could stand alone-as for the later Lancelot, he was not here at this time.

Lancelot was in the lounge right now.

She said somehow she was caught and exercised all night, and it was dirty... she needed to take a bath and change her clothes.

Just at this time.

The sound around the scene suddenly sounded.

"Although he is a referee, he will also participate in this conference as a player... I remember that at the summit, someone said to challenge me, whoever, roll down!"

I heard that Mr. Gareth's face turned pale... You can die if you can say it all at once!

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The news that Shenzhou Zhenlong announced that he was a referee caused a small riot at the scene-but before the riot had completely stopped, Long Xiruo spoke again.

It was announced that she would participate in this competition as a player at the same time.

This is very uncomfortable... How do you show the powerhouses of China?

But the melon-eating experts still turned their attention to this [Power Contest] with tacit understanding... Oh, the initiator of the first World Budo Contest, the strong from the ancient Persia region, the legendary warrior, A person who claims to be [Haoma].

The man has a beard that is unique to the region, a large circle of white cloth is wrapped around his head, and a scimitar with jewels is pinned around his waist.

At this moment, under the sound of the true dragon of China, the legendary samurai instantly pulled out the scimitar on his waist, shouted something directly, it turned into a flash, and shot at the performance of the convention. stage!

The strong air current ejected from the surroundings of the legendary samurai, and the wind and sand were rolled up in the field at this time. The special effects...the momentum, for a time, the limelight was the same.

Seeing that the wind and sand were about to invade the stage, the Shenzhou Real Dragon waved a shock wave in the shape of a dragon again.

The invading fan was not able to break the dragon shape into pieces like Father Stella's [Holy Sword], but it was shot apart.

I saw the figure of [Haoma] flying upside down in the air, and smashed into the floor outside the stage-this warrior from ancient Persian legend, even above the chest, was directly buried In the soil.

[Haoma] At this time, he pressed his hands on the ground and pulled out his body forcefully, but he made his head and face embarrassed and embarrassed.

"If you can blow even a piece of sand into this platform, even if I lose!" The real dragon from China snorted coldly at this time.

"Deception... Deception too much!!!"

"You are the one who provokes me in public! Have the ability to blow a piece of sand in!" The true dragon from China was much lazy at this time and said, "Don't be incompetent and furious!"

She is in a bad mood today, and now she is in a bad mood.

Since stepping on this stage, the feeling of restlessness has risen geometrically... It seems that something unknown is about to happen. At this moment, Long Xiruo, where is he still in the mood? Here are scruples about this so-called extraordinary person who did not know which mountain came out?

Ancient Persian mythology?

She didn't mean to look down on this divine system, but the real dragon of China, who was inexplicably irritable at the moment, even if an immortal came, it might be fattened if he couldn't understand it.

Roar--!

The legendary samurai roared in anger at this time, and in a moment a powerful force rose from the body of [Haoma], and at the same time [Haoma] even took out a small bottle from his arms—he With a push of his thumb, he snapped the cap of the small bottle directly, as if he wanted to drink it.

However, [Haoma] has not drunk the liquid in this small bottle, and a huge golden dragon claw has appeared in front of him.

The dragon claw grabbed his body directly.

Accompanied by the real dragon on the stage raised and waved, the legendary samurai kicked, smashed, lifted, smashed, lifted, and smashed again—until he doubted life. .

After hundreds of beatings, the golden dragon claw disappeared, leaving only the legendary samurai [Haoma] collapsed like mud outside the pitted stage.

At this moment, there was still a sigh of [Haoma] lying on the ground, his fingers moved... his eyes barely opened.

He seemed to want to find something around him.

But when he saw a small bottle that fell down beside him...the liquid in the small bottle spilled out, sprinkled it directly into the soil, and then instantly evaporated, making the legendary samurai directly dumbfounded. That... silly.

"no no--!!"

As if he had exhausted the last bit of strength, he quickly climbed to the side of the bottle, reached out his hand and grabbed a handful of dirt, which was actually stuffed directly into his mouth.

"no no--!!"

The legendary samurai had already squeezed the third mud into it, and it seemed that he couldn't stop at all.

Everyone was shocked by the actions of the legendary samurai at this time, but there were many extraordinary people in the field. At this time, they understood the mood of the legendary samurai.

Because this bottle of medicine is really expensive...

But it is not unreasonably expensive, because its effect is absolutely nothing to say-but the problem is that [Haoma] was spilled before he could drink it...

Huh...Could it be that besides [we], someone else also got [Tears of God] from Master Seven-color Pansy? ?

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"What is he doing... eating mud?" In the stands, the Shenzhou Daomen Association...Song Haoran looked at the appearance of the legendary warrior eating mud in a rather interesting manner, slightly surprised.

The Daoist Hundred Tribulations sitting next to him said: "Usually, ghosts eat mud. Generally speaking, it is because there is no one at home to burn incense candles for poor ghosts. There is nothing to eat, but mud. Up."

"...President, do you want to say that this legendary warrior has a ghost upper body?" Song Haoran said with a weird face: "And still a poor ghost?"

Hundred Tribulations said with a smile: "Our ghosts in China shouldn't be able to take the body of this wicked person... But this guy is really poor, and he is still a premature death and short-lived... Well, it shouldn't be. ?"

"President, you still look at the picture?" Song Haoran asked curiously.

The Great Hundred Tribulations said with a smile: "Understand a little, understand a little."

Song Haoran shook his head secretly, but saw that the body of the legendary warrior [Haoma] was suddenly lifted by something, and then he threw it directly onto the seat of the stand where he was originally.

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At this moment, the true dragon from Shenzhou [kindly] threw it back to the [homp] above the seat. His mouth was full of mud, but his eyes were distracted, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

At this moment, [Haoma] was sitting paralyzed, and everyone in the same delegation stepped forward to check in grief and anger.

I saw that the legendary samurai just muttered to himself as if he wanted to say something at this time, but in the end he only said the voice of [Ababa].

The leader of the Ancient Persian Mythology team said loudly at this moment: "True Dragon of Shenzhou...We remember this enmity!!"

"Ababa..."

"Oh! Poor [Ho Ma]! You are obviously a legendary warrior!"

I am afraid that after today, [Haoma] will become the legendary [Abba].

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After throwing the legendary samurai back to his original seat, the true dragon of China looked around and saw that no one was on the stage, he grabbed three beads directly from the Big Dipper in the sky, and then jumped easily. He went straight back to the stand of the word "dry"...beside the Huoyun Evil God.

"Lord Long, [Haoma] finally seems to have taken out something that should have been taken...maybe it was something he thought could be turned around." Huoyun Cthulhu said with a light smile at this time: "Long Lord has the foresight, he didn't use it with the other party. It’s really clever to kill the opponent directly before the card is out."

The true dragon from China gave a soft hmm, and then he didn't speak. He was unpredictable... and walked directly into the passage behind the stands, "President, take care of you, I'll answer the phone."

"Master Long is not in a hurry." Huo Yun Cthulhu said with a smile.

The Shenzhou side already has six beads in hand... a good sign.

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Just stepping into the passage, the true dragon of China hid directly in the corner of the wall, then picked up the phone, covered his mouth, pinched his throat and said, "Hey... Sister Ren! Are you looking for me? I just washed Clothes, I didn’t hear the call, sorry!"

"It's okay, just see what you are doing! Xiao Xi, are you watching TV! It's wonderful! It's much better than Ultraman playing the little monsters! Look, look!"

"Okay, I'll turn on the TV when I dry the clothes."

"Xiao Xi is so good!"

What is the foresight about the true dragon of China, it's just that when [Haoma] was preparing to take drugs, the phone rang suddenly, shaking in her pocket, distracting her...

(End of this chapter)