Chapter 161: The most scumbag

161 The most scumbag
"Oh? If that's the case, then compare with the strongest scum of our scum squad. () Do you dare?"
Zhang Fan asked with a faint smile.
Huo Juxiong was already on fire, and when he heard the words "Do you dare", he became even more angry.
"Why don't you dare? Let's beat the worst of you today, and the rest will come slowly later. You one by one, all of you can't escape Lao Tzu's small fist!"
He was already mighty and majestic, sounding like a bell.
As long as you play, the aura is there.
But every time he talks about "small boxing boxing", that powerful aura is instantly reduced.
Zhang Fan nodded and said, "Very well, then there is no need to go to the training hall in the morning."
Not long after, Zhang Fan brought the scum squad to the training hall, their royal venue.
Zhang Fan glanced at everyone except Zhuge Liang and said, "Which of you is the most scumbag, stand up for yourself."
Hula-
All five people except Zhuge Liang actually stood in the court.
When Huo Juxiong saw it, his heart became more angry.
Nima, is it a soft persimmon to be Laozi?
Everyone wants to squeeze?
Those four great names have long been gearing up.
The four of them are not fuel-efficient lamps, masters who can use their hands and never speak.
Now that there is such a good thing, it will naturally come out.
As for Wang Dong, although he is no longer so inferior, his strength is indeed the lowest of all.
He will naturally stand up.
Zhang Fan raised his chin to Wang Dong and said, "Your strength is indeed the worst, so come on."
If it had been before, Wang Dong would have lowered his head habitually when he heard this, and would not dare to speak any more.
But now Wang Dong, although his strength is the worst, his inferiority complex has disappeared.
He nodded: "Teacher, I will definitely try to catch up with them!"
The four big names rarely saw this, and sighed, shook their heads, and withdrew from the field.
Huo Juxiong looked at the appearance of the four famous youngsters, and his heart was even more angry.
Nima sighed?
Shake a thread?
Are you really going to beat me?
At this moment, looking at the ordinary Wang Dong in front of him, he couldn't help being a little contemptuous in his heart.
Wang Dong was too ordinary at first, and people couldn't help but put him in the eyes.
Maybe this guy's passivity is to make people look down upon.
In addition, Huo Juxiong could feel that Wang Dong's level was only 3.
A Level 3 guy, it is impossible to put him in his eyes.
Although he saw Wang Dong holding a real samurai sword in his hand, he still didn't take it seriously.
With the strength that he can crush a level 4 quasi-warrior, he doesn't pay attention to a level 3 quasi-warrior with a knife.
Thinking of this, he opened his posture and clenched his fists.
I couldn't help but smile and said:
"Level 3 quasi-war fighter, huh..."
Choking choking--
His words were interrupted by two bangs of swords.
Wang Dong has taken his sword and stood.
Huo Juxiong couldn't say a word.
He lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his chest.
On the clothes, there has been an opening more than a foot long.
"Draw a sword... Xiaocheng!"
Huo Juxiong looked at this ordinary guy in shock.
I only heard that in the entire academy, only Zhugeliang had achieved a small success with the sword.
Unexpectedly, such an ordinary guy now has reached Xiaocheng by drawing the sword.
The four famous masters looked at Huo Juxiong's deflated appearance, and started taunting mode one by one.
"Get killed by the most scumbag in our class, tusk."
"Great, my brother."
"The guy who was ranked 5th from the bottom in the entrance exam was killed with a single shot. You really belong to you!"
"I don't think you should be called Juxiong, just call Pooh."
Huo Juxiong finally recovered from the shock, and was less ridiculed by the four great names, and his heart was even more disgusting.
He stared hard at Wang Dong: "You have weapons, but I don't. This is not fair!"
Wang Dong looked at Huo Juxiong and said seriously: "The teacher said that there is no absolute fairness in fighting. If you encounter zombies and monsters in the wild, do you also go and tell them, wait a minute, wait until I get the weapon. Start fighting?"
"you……"
Huo Juxiong was speechless for a while.
Although this sounded a bit crooked, he was speechless.
Zhang Fan looked at Wang Dong and nodded: "Well, this kid is still teachable."
Then he looked at Huo Juxiong: "Are you taking it now?"
Huo Juxiong looked at Zhang Fan bitterly: "I'm not convinced! You say he is the most scumbag, he is the scumbag? How can the scumbag be the scumbag?"
"Then what do you want?"
Zhang Fan asked jokingly.
Huo Juxiong stared at the four famous players who just spoke, and pointed at the tall and young man who just called him "Pooh": "I want to challenge him!"
His voice resounded like a huge thunder throughout the training hall.
Zhang Fan shrugged: "Whatever."
Young Master Gao heard this, and suddenly jumped out excitedly: "It's me, it's me!"
Huo Juxiong was almost vomiting blood in his heart.
Did Nima really treat me as a sandbag?
So excited to fight with me?
When Gao Dashao walked into the court, he added another sentence: "You guys have been abused enough on weekdays. This time it is finally my turn to abuse others."
puff--
The blood in Huo Juxiong's heart almost came out.
Young Master Gao didn't seem to see Huo Juxiong's face, and he said, "Since you want to be fair, then give you fairness. Whoever of you uses his sword to make use of it."
Huo Juxiong snorted coldly: "No need!"
Since he has practiced, he has focused on strength.
The martial arts are all martial arts, and I have never practiced knives.
It is better to have a knife than no knife.
I was not ready just now, but now I am mentally prepared, and it is absolutely impossible to be "spike" with a single knife.
And he didn't believe that this guy who looked like a dude could also be able to cut the sword to a small degree.
You know, it's easy to learn but hard to master.
Very few people can reach the entry level.
Those who can achieve small success are even rarer.
Among the hundreds of thousands of warriors in the entire w zone, there are only a few hundred people.
This scum class already has Zhuge Liang and the guy just now, it is impossible to have another one.
That probability is too low.
Thinking of this, his heart was filled with confidence again.
Choking choking--
Accompanied by two knife sounds, the confidence he was just full of just now seemed to be as flat as a ball.
Looking down at his chest, there was another gap.
Looking up at Gao Dasha, his eyes were extremely shocked.
Nima!
Is there a mistake!
Is it again?
This scum class is all his mother monsters, right?
Just when he was shocked~EbookFREE.me~ Gao Dashao took the opportunity to fly and bang
Kicked his chest.
His huge body suddenly flew upside down.
This was already the fifth time he flew out today.
What made him even more depressed was that Gao Dashao turned his head and taught Wang Dong: "Did you see it? This is the correct way to open it. Although this is not actual combat, you can't kill him. But it can't be it. Let him go for nothing. You have to make up for it so that he instantly loses the confidence to fight you. Understand?"
And this is not what makes Huo Juxiong the most depressed.
The most frustrating thing is that the very ordinary guy, who even looked serious and nodded in response: "Well, I understand. Then I will try again."
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