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Chapter 205 Deceiving People Too Much?

Some people who don’t understand even curiously ask others: “Eating Xiang? What is Xiang?”

The person who was asked really knew it, grinned, and whispered, "It's just poop."

puff!
The eyeballs of the person who asked the question almost spit out, thinking that this shit is too hot!

Eat Xiang?Still want to live broadcast?This... This is so damn good that it's on the headlines!
Being able to make such a death bet shows how aggrieved and angry Qiao Junhui is in his current mood.

Ever since his pants were torn by Yang Hao, he had been brooding about it, thinking that he had underestimated the enemy, and made a hasty move before being subdued by Yang Hao's useless grappling technique.

Qiao Baichuan didn't want to cause more troubles, even if Qiao Junhui had practiced Neijiaquan with him for many years and had a small success, it stands to reason that Yang Hao was definitely not his opponent.

But after going through the series of events just now, Qiao Baichuan felt that this Yang Hao was too wicked, so it's better not to make fun of himself.

So he yelled at Qiao Junhui: "Junhui! Calm down..."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Junhui held back until now, and what was originally a good blind date meeting turned into his personal underwear display meeting.

He had already exploded his lungs with anger, and now he finally broke out!
"Grandpa! I can't swallow this breath, so don't stop me. For the dignity of a man, I must fight him today!"

Qiao Junhui's neck was stuck, and his hair was standing on end, like a rooster whose feathers had exploded.

It's a pity that his front is covering his crotch, his back is covering his chrysanthemum, and his legs are still tightly clamped. It really makes people laugh.

Qiao Baichuan didn't expect that his grandson would dare to disobey his will, so angry that he would blow his beard and stare, and swung his arm to slap him.

Qiao Junhui closed his eyes, raised his head, and yelled, "Grandpa! Even if you beat me to death today, I will fight him. It's a matter of dignity. He bullies people too much. I can't bear it." No!"

Qiao Baichuan was at his wit's end when he looked like this, his arms stopped in mid-air, trembling with anger, and finally said bitterly: "Okay, okay, you have dignity, you are a man, grandpa and I are a softie, okay?"

"At this point, I won't stop you anymore, you can do whatever you want!"

After Qiao Baichuan finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and went out angrily with a group of disciples and grandchildren. It seemed that he really didn't intend to care about this funny grandson.

Qiao Junhui went all out, and jumped backstage, yelling at Yang Hao: "You wait for me, I will come back after changing my pants, today I will beat you so hard Mom doesn't even know you!"

Yang Hao on the stage was dumbfounded.

What kind of godly logic is this meowing, I am deceiving people too much?It was obvious that you attacked from behind before, but I just fought back in self-defense, isn't that okay?

Do I have to stand where I am and be obediently kicked out by you, so as not to bully others too much?Then I still let you live broadcast to eat Xiangxiang!

As he thought about it, he tied up the hem of his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to teach Qiao Junhui well later.

At this moment, Prince Ma leaned over and said worriedly: "Little friend, Qiao Junhui has been practicing Neijiaquan with his grandfather for many years, and he should have developed a sense of Qi. He can be regarded as an entry-level Neijia master."

"He really wants to be serious. I'm afraid you are not his opponent. After all, although you have peerless lightness kungfu, you still have a gap with internal boxing masters in terms of offense and defense."

Prince Ma gave Yang Hao an idea: "How about... you should give full play to your strengths and use the mobility of lightness kung fu to passively avoid the battle. That way at least it will be a draw, what do you think?"

Yang Hao had never actually fought against a master of internal boxing, so he was a little confused about the depth of the water and the shallowness of the water. He scratched his head and said, "Old horse, what is the feeling of qi? Is it so powerful after practicing the sense of qi?"

Prince Ma sighed: "Oh, I really can't describe this, anyway, it must not be the fart you practiced last time."

"As for whether it's powerful or not, it's definitely not as mysterious as in martial arts novels. But in this kind of one-on-one hand-to-hand combat, the lethality of Neijiaquan is astonishing."

Prince Ma added: "If you strike mercilessly, it will be very easy to become disabled or die, especially for a stupefied young man like Qiao Junhui, who strikes with no seriousness, you must be careful later. "

Yang Hao gasped: "Fuck, so cruel? I thought it was just a martial arts competition, and because of such a trivial matter, why did Qiao Junhui attack so hard?"

Prince Ma shrugged: "Be careful sailing for thousands of years, God knows if that kid is still sane, you should be more cautious."

At this time, Qiao Junhui, who had changed into a bunt outfit, came back in a hurry.

He flipped sideways, flew onto the stage handsomely, and yelled at Yang Hao: "Hey, if you take the initiative to admit defeat now, and then kneel down and sing "Conquer", then the young master will let you go, how about it?" ?”

Yang Hao squinted his eyes: "I think you forgot to take your medicine when you went out today? Come on, let's fight, I want to see if you have the capital to brag!"

Everyone in the audience also gathered around, some were worried for Yang Hao, and some were full of confidence in him.

Those who are more knowledgeable like Zuo Ling naturally belong to the former.

But a pure layman like Yang Xiaohuan jumped up to cheer for his brother: "Brother, teach this little boy a lesson and let him see your crotch jacking skills!"

puff!
Yang Hao's head was full of black lines, and he couldn't spit out a mouthful of old blood!

Others were stupefied, thinking what kind of magical skill is 'jack under the crotch', why does it sound so obscene?Could it be a secret teleportation technique similar to 'Millennium Kill'?

Fortunately, Qiao Junhui had already made the first move. His face was gloomy, and he walked forward quickly without making a sound, and with a ferocious right sweeping kick, he hit Yang Hao's weak side of the waist.

Prince Ma, who was in the audience, was taken aback when he saw it, and frowned: "Fuck, how did this kid from the Qiao family practice muay thai? Shouldn't their family's inheritance be poking feet?"

Yang Hao didn't bother to care about what kind of punch the opponent used, he first played to his own strengths.

Swish!
He exerted strength with his legs, opened the gravity ring, and instantly soared into the air, flying up to a height of more than three meters!

Fortunately, the hollow hall of Shuiyuexuan is high enough, and there is no shelter above the stage, otherwise Yang Hao's jump would hit the ceiling in minutes.

Qiao Junhui gave a kick full of confidence, and kicked in vain. At this moment, he raised his head and looked at Yang Hao dully, with only one thought in his mind: This... Is this what the hell is light work? !
The time when he sneaked up on Yang Hao from behind, although Yang Hao also rose into the air, the height was not astonishing, but the speed was extremely fast.

But now, jumping up to a height of more than three meters on the spot, this is on the earth!

Newton's old man's coffin board can hardly be held down, okay?
　Thanks to Bei Sheng ℡, ゛ Yi ゜, Yuezhao Hometown Xin Ruo Han, and Shang Yan for their rewards, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)