The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 3802: I am not a waste!

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"Huh."

Wang Ning let out a cold snort when he saw the referee's delay in not shouting, and his voice was so cold that it made people fall into an ice cave.

The disciple who acted as the referee was so excited that he finally did not dare to hesitate and said loudly: "The test...began."

The test has started, but neither of them moved. Wang Fugui was forcibly promoted to the top grade of the King Kong realm. He was still a little uncomfortable with his own cultivation base, and worried that he was not the opponent of the inner disciple on the opposite side. Brother Wang Meng's painstaking efforts.

The inner disciple didn't see Wang Fugui in his eyes at all, and simply disdain to take action.

"Brother, you only have a small top grade at the origin. Brother, I don’t take advantage of you, so I will let you shoot three times. Brother, I won’t dodge or dodge or resist. Big bullying, bullying fellow junior." The inner disciple said slowly.

To be honest, this person is a bit arrogant, and he wants to endure three attacks from Wang Fugui without moving.

However, he also has the capital to say this. His cultivation level of the middle grade of the Diamond Realm has already been tempered twice, and his physical fitness is no longer within the reach of ordinary people, and Wang Fugui only has his original realm. The cultivation base of the top grade, even if it was attacked by Wang Fugui three times, would be at most a slight injury, but his name would sound much better in this way, after all, he did not account for a taint of bullying.

When Wang Fugui heard this, his bun-like face showed a guilty expression at the time. He thought this inner disciple had any means. Before he did it, his momentum was already weakened by three points.

Wang Meng outside the court laughed when he heard what the inner disciple said.

This disciple was so big that Wang Fugui was the first to attack him three times. With Wang Fugui's current high-grade cultivation base in the Diamond Realm, after three attacks, Wang Meng doubted that the disciple could stand up.

"Why? Brother dare not? How was the momentum just now?"

When the inner disciple saw Wang Fugui motionless, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his smile was full of irony.

Wang Fugui saw the irony, and his heart suddenly hurt. The smile stung his heart and made him angry.

"Since the brother said he wanted me to do three tricks, then the brother was offended."

Wang Fugui said in a deep voice, and then moved his legs and quickly rushed towards the inner disciple.

Wang Fugui's body was round like a ball. At this time, he ran more like a ball rolling, which immediately caused the crowd to laugh, and only felt that Wang Fugui was insulting himself.

When Wang Fugui ran in front of the inner disciple, the momentum he had just mentioned disappeared instantly. Seeing the senior man looking at him condescendingly, Wang Fugui's heart trembled. The original strength was only five points. .

Huh!

Wang Fugui blasted out with a sharp wind.

Boom!

The punch hit the inner disciple's chest, and the inner disciple's face changed immediately, his body flew out, and then fell to the ground lightly.

"Good!"

A shout of applause rang from the crowd, as if being amazed by the body of the inner disciple.

"This brother was obviously beaten back, why are you applauding?"

A female disciple asked the brother around her dumbly.

The brother deliberately showed off his knowledge in front of the female disciple. He replied: "This brother seemed to be hit by the little fat man, but he floated backwards with the help of the little fat man. Most of the strength of that punch is gone, and it can be said that the body is like a feather, and the strength is not strong."

Many people beside them nodded deeply, thinking that this person's analysis was quite correct.

But the inner disciple on the court was very uncomfortable.

Go **** like a feather, not strong enough, he was clearly punched out by the little fat man, he really wanted to play with this method just now, but he hadn’t had time yet, that little Fatty's fist had fallen on his body. Although he had forcibly stabilized his figure, the position where he had just received the punch still ached.

Wang Fugui stood there, looked at his fists, his face was full of annoyance.

When this expression fell in the eyes of others, it was naturally understood that Wang Fugui was wondering why he didn’t hit anything with the punch just now, and only Wang Meng and Wang Fugui knew that Wang Fugui’s punch just now The strength did not even hit half of it.

"Brother, are you still letting me?"

Wang Fugui raised his head and said to the inner disciple.

The inner disciple gritted his teeth. He was thinking about Wang Fugui's punch just now. If the remaining two punches are of this level, then he can bear it, and he has already blown the big words just now. He went out, and if he returned at this time, the mighty image he had just erected would all be ruined.

"Of course, Junior Brother, please come."

He chuckled, but his whole body was tense, resisting the severe pain in his chest.

Wang Fugui looked at his fist again, and his heart became more and more bottomless. He didn't know whether the punch he made just now caused any harm to the brother.

"Wang Fugui, you idiot, do you really want to be a trash?!"

Wang Meng shouted loudly in the audience.

"Yeah, when is the waste qualified to scold others for waste?"

The voice full of disdain sounded, and I saw Wang Kun standing not far from Wang Meng, sneering at Wang Meng.

Wang Meng turned a blind eye to Wang Kun's provocation, just staring at Wang Fugui on the stage.

"Wang Fugui, this time is your best chance to get rid of the word waste. If you don't cherish it, no one can help you. Listen to me, punch me out and **** me." Wang Meng shouted loudly.

Su Qingxue on one side gave Wang Meng a helpless look. What was going on with this guy, he even uttered such foul language.

Wang Kun on the other side was obviously very angry at Wang Meng's ignorance. He glanced at Wang Meng angrily, but was helpless.

The two people on the court are not him and Wang Meng. If he does something here, he will be expelled from Qianlingmen.

Wang Fugui heard Wang Meng's anger, his fat body shook suddenly, and his expression gradually became serious.

He thought of when he was young, all his friends liked to call him Fat Pig, Stupid Pig, and everyone didn’t want to play with him. After all, he was successful in cultivation. After he came to Qianlingmen, everyone called him. Trash, even if his cultivation is not low among the outer disciples, but everyone calls him trash because of his looks and origin.

He clenched his fists tightly and rushed towards the inner disciple.

"I am not a waste!"