Chapter 675

On stage, Qin Lang is 10 meters away from Dai.

He was strong and calm in the Champions League, trying to calm himself down, but his forehead was full of cold sweat.

"You're scared." Qin Lang light way, distance 10 meters, he can feel the fear of wearing the Champions League, wearing the Champions League immediately said: "I'm not afraid, you believe it or not, this contest I will win."

"The last person who was so confident was lying in bed in a coma." Qin Lang said faintly.

On the seat under the stage, Zhang Wuji drew from the corner of his mouth.

Wearing the Champions League with a cold smile, the uneasy mood gradually calmed down: "I can't control others, but I'm sure you will lose this contest."

"It's good to be so confident." Qin Lang is still very calm.

In the audience, chijingmeng and Dai Jingfu hold their fists tightly and look at the stage. They forget to breathe nervously.

After all, it was their son on the stage.

Zhang Zhou is still lying unconscious in bed. They don't want their son to end up like them.

"Cut the crap and die!" One punch in the Champions League.

Qin Lang did not seem to see the general motionless, too slow, wearing the Champions League speed in his eyes seems too slow.

Qin Lang shouldered his back with one hand and dodged slightly.

In the audience, someone immediately scolded Qin Lang for pretending to be a great master and asked him to wear the Champions League.

But no one dares to say it.

After all, Qin Lang has the capital to be arrogant. The competition in the morning is the best example.

"Ah Qin Lang let wear the Champions League a hand, wear the Champions League feel insulted, suddenly angry, although the attack is rapid, but began to disorder.

"A little stimulation makes you unstable. How can you make a big deal?" Qin Lang dodged and said solemnly.

"You don't have to teach me!"

Wearing the Champions League, the left and right elbow attack alternately, we can see that wearing the Champions League still has some foundation.

Qin Lang's palm against the elbow of wearing the Champions League kept retreating.

When he retreated to the edge of the competition platform, Qin Lang's heel fell heavily on the ground. He leaned over and hit him with his elbow.

Wearing the Champions League can not dodge, the whole person a staggering fly out, fell on the ground to cough up a mouthful of foam.

In the audience, red quiet dream suddenly anxious, stand up from the audience: "son!"

Her eyes were full of concern and worry.

She began to regret that she had let her son join in the fun. The Dai family is just the middle of the 33 families, but they have to be as tough as the top five families.

Now it's better

"Come again!" On the competition stage, after wearing the Champions League, he got up and wrestled with Qin Lang again.

Wearing the Champions League is not Qin Lang's match at all.

Many people in the audience have a smile on their lips. You say that your Dai family is more than thirty-three in the family. What are you doing?

Even chijingmeng and Dai Jingfu's heart were mentioned in their throat.

"It's going to be OK. Guan'er has a backhand. It's going to be OK." Red static dream heart constantly self comfort, palm is full of sweat.

Bang!

Under the stage, wearing the Champions League was kicked out by Qin Lang because he wasn't careful.

He lay on the ground, coughing up blood.

"Crown son..." the heart of red quiet dream all want to break, that is his son.

There was a sigh in the audience.

On the stage, wearing the Champions League, he stood up and said: "damn! Why is the Dragon King so powerful? "

Do you really want to use that move when you wear the Champions League?

He underestimated the strength of the Dragon King.

Qin Lang even let him a hand, wearing the Champions League is not his opponent, wearing the Champions League feel like a joke.

The Zhang family of the top five of the 33 families failed.

As for him, a son of a family ranking more than ten, he came out to be a disgrace.

Wearing the Champions League now want to find a seam to drill in, do not guess also know, now the audience is a sigh.

"Admit defeat, no shame." Qin Lang did not continue to attack.

"Give up, sir!" Wearing the Champions League, he took out a dagger from his waist and rushed at him directly. His face was ferocious: "go to die!"Qin Lang's eyes tightened.

He immediately retreated to avoid one, but wearing the Champions League like crazy, actually gave up defense to attack.

In the face of the crazy attack of wearing the Champions League, Qin Lang accidentally cut a small incision in his lower abdomen. Qin Lang took another hit and flew out of the Champions League.

Wearing the Champions League's body on the ground, the ball seemed to bounce twice, heavy on the ground, wow, spit out a mouthful of blood.

He laughed madly, and his mouth was full of blood: "ha ha... Lost, you lost..."

Qin Lang looked at his wound and frowned.

Fortunately, he was quick to react. The wound was only on the skin, not on the viscera.

"I'm curious where your confidence comes from." Qin Lang raised his head and said faintly, "you'll know later."

"Tangtang Dragon King, I'm about to lose!"

Wearing the Champions League, Qin Lang is even more puzzled.

There was an ominous premonition in his mind that he didn't want to delay. He jumped up with his heels and fought with the Champions League.

Dai was seriously injured in the Champions League. He was not Qin Lang's opponent at all. After a while, he was beaten by Qin Lang and had no fighting power.

"It's over." Qin Lang grabs the collar of wearing the Champions League with one hand. His whole face is covered with blood, his nose and mouth are covered with blood, and even the corners of his eyes are covered with blood. He raises his fist and smashes it hard

All of a sudden, Qin Lang felt his head sank, and a sense of weakness and dizziness came to his mind.

"Get out of here!" Wearing the Champions League, he immediately opened Qin Lang's hand, grasped his shoulder, exhausted all his strength, hit Qin Lang on the knee and flew out.

Poof——

Qin Lang passed a parabola in the air and hit the ground.

He struggled to get up, but his weakness became stronger and stronger, and his internal organs seemed to have a burning pain. He half knelt on the ground: "poof..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Ah?"

In the audience, everyone stood up and looked at the scene curiously.

The dream of chijing was stunned.

I'm stuck in the Champions League.

It's not that the poison is not fatal, but it will make Qin Lang lose his fighting power. But how did he vomit blood, and the blood

black?

"Poison!" Wearing the Champions League immediately made sense.

Qin Lang was unable to fall down. The weakness in his mind became more and more serious, and his internal organs seemed to have a sharp pain like a knife stirring.

Bang!

"Wearing the Champions League, you poison the Dragon King!" Bai Yan suddenly exploded and stood up on the table.

Wearing the Champions League is like a helpless child, banging, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground: "no, I don't, I just..."

He didn't know how to explain it.

In the audience, Zhang Wuji has a cold smile on his lips.

The Champions League got it, he got it all.

I've been cheated!