Wanjie: Only I Time Travel Comprehensive Comic

"Hey, brother!"

Du Ming just approached the square. Two people who happened to be standing at the edge of the square heard the noise and stopped him. One of them was the smiling man: Harlot.

Harlot saw Du Ming and ran over with a smile.

"It's you, Harlot, long time no see!" Du Ming chuckled and looked at the man next to him: "Here, you didn't introduce me to me when you left the venue."

"Haha, it didn't take long." Harlot pointed at the man beside him and smiled: "Lot, you call him Lott."

The man next to Harold was slightly fatter, but much stronger than Du Mingna.

Du Ming squinted his eyes and calculated slightly. The strength of these two people was probably that each of them could easily lift him up from the ground with one finger.

Nodding, Harold introduced Du Ming to Lot:

"As for this... Du Ming, even though he looks like he hasn't exercised at all, he slept the longest and most soundly in Master Jackie Chan's class."

"Hey, when you said that, I immediately remembered it!" Lott, the man next to Harlot, laughed:

"I also asked who the one who has been sleeping is, it turns out to be you, brother! Hello Du Ming, I am Lot, my name is very similar to Harlot, but I am not a real brother!"

Du Ming raised his eyebrows, how could this Harold accuse someone of his innocence out of thin air!

Harold: "Hey brother! Aren't we brothers?"

Lott looked at him with contempt and said: "You won't let me smoke, and you won't let me drink together! Are these good brothers too!"

Harlot shouted: "As the saying goes, if you don't smoke or drink, you and I will be on the road to eternal life! Can't you just listen to what my master said!"

Lot's eyes widened, "Heresy! My grandfather smoked and drank, and he lived a long time!"

"you!"

Seeing these two good brothers standing in front of him, they naturally started to argue, and Du Ming spoke.

"Is this place always so lively at night?"

He looked at the fighting stage, and another pair of warriors came up to fight.

"Oh? It seems you don't know yet, Du Ming?"

Hearing Du Ming speak, the quarrel between Harold and Lott ended in an instant.

Lott came over and laughed: "Isn't it because I didn't sleep enough during practice and went back to the room to continue sleeping? It's rare for so many brothers to get together. Brother Ed said he wanted to organize an evening elite fight. The meeting is in half an hour."

Fighting tournament? never heard of that.

Du Ming didn't know who Ed was.

But there was a lot of excitement, and he could take a look if he happened to be free.

"Hey, it must be really lively!"

Harlot nodded with a smile: "The fighting competition is about to begin, Du Ming, we will see our two brothers show off their prowess later!"

"Oh?" Du Ming became curious: "You two are going to play?"

"Yes!" Lott on the side slapped his thigh:

"Haha, I almost forgot. This internal fighting competition is by invitation only. We only invited the seven strongest and most powerful martial arts masters of our Mimi, plus Brother Ed, there are eight people in total. There is definitely no Du Ming among the eight people. Brother, you’re right!”

Du Ming's eyes twitched.

"Haha, don't be sad, Du Ming!" Harold patted Du Ming's shoulder hard and laughed happily:

"A young bird like you can't get out of the house or enter the ring without three years of training. The future belongs to you young people!"

"Yes." Lott said with a helpful smile: "Du Ming is just telling you, Harlot and I both practiced under our respective masters for ten years before barely catching up to the last Xidu Martial Arts Conference... …”

Harlot teased: "Although you were eliminated in the second round of preliminaries."

"Didn't you also get eliminated in the third round!" Lott said angrily: "And Brother Ed! Didn't he just enter the main match and then disappear!"

Harlot laughed and said to Du Ming: "You are still young, so don't worry. Wait until you have practiced for ten or eight years before you go out. Otherwise, you won't be able to see anyone when you stand on the martial arts stage."

Lott shook his head, sighed and said with a smile:

"It's a pity. I don't know how Boss Mimi passed your review and let you come to Mimi Martial Arts. Look at the way your arms and legs haven't been exercised at all. In the afternoon class, you just go to bed, haha."

Du Ming couldn't help but complain: "I was feeling the breath of Qi!"

Harold patted Du Ming on the shoulder with a regretful face and said with a smile:

"I understand, we all understand! We can say whatever we want if Boss Mimi is not here. It's not like you were the only one who fell asleep in that so-called teaching class of Master Jackie Chan. Isn't it just that you slept for the longest time? There is nothing to be ashamed of! I'm a kid too. Squinted for a while."

Du Ming was speechless.

It's so tiring and hard to talk to these two people who can't feel their anger.

However, Du Ming could feel that these two people did not have any malicious intent, so he cared about it, thought about it, and gave a reminder.

"No matter what, Master Jackie Chan was invited by Boss Mimi to teach. It's best to listen carefully and study hard in his class. Maybe you will gain something unexpected."

Maybe Harold and Lott might not be able to sense the breath of Qi as easily as he did, but Du Ming believed that the effect of listening carefully to Turtle Immortal's class for a week would definitely benefit them for life.

Harold and Lott looked at each other, and Harlot teased and said: "That makes sense, but..."

Lott joked: "How come these words are so interesting coming from Du Ming, a person who slept in someone else's master class?"

Du Ming's head was covered with black lines.

This topic is impossible to get over, right?

Fortunately, the two brothers didn't say a word before they quarreled again.

Harlot smiled and said: "Lot, don't talk about Du Ming. During the first competition, I remember that you were so nervous that your pants got wet, right? At that time, I didn't bring a mobile phone to take a few pictures of your crying face. It's really It’s a pity.”

"You!" Lott fisted hard, "Is this your first time playing? You were like a sandbag, standing in the middle of the field and being beaten. Amid the boos of a large number of spectators, you were so nervous that you didn't move even after you were kicked out of the field. How dare you talk about me!"

"Humph, no matter what, I'm better than you!"

"Haha, it seems that I haven't had a fight for a long time, and my skin is itchy!" Lott clenched his fists, turned his head and said with a grin:

"Harlot, we two good brothers haven't had a fight for a long time. Don't you want me to stop smoking and drinking? It just so happens that Brother Ed's fighting tournament has not started yet. Let's go and compete first. Come on, let's go to the fighting stage. Come on and talk!"

"Come on, come on, watch me beat you to tears!"

Harold's playful face gradually turned ferocious, "I'm going to beat you, you bitch!"

"go!"

"go!"

The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, walked towards the martial arts platform with ferocious faces and rampantly walked towards the martial arts platform.

In the square, martial arts practitioners rub shoulders and backs, their sleeves touching each other.

At a glance, except for a few passers-by who came in by chance but were not scared away, they were all in martial arts uniforms.

Harold and Lott just walked straight forward, directly knocking people on the road sideways.