Chapter 827 – Small Football
The boy walking at the front looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. He was quite handsome, except that his expression was a little cold. He gave off a cool feeling, but one didn't know whether he was really cool or just acting cool.
He was dressed in a suit and was dressed in a formal attire. The girl was also very beautiful, and his figure was also quite good. He wore a fine cloth skirt, and his lowered eyebrows gave off a very gentle feeling.
"I am Zhao Qingqing. You must be that Jin Minhao, right?" Zhao Qingqing walked over and stared at the boy for a moment before curling her lips, "He really is handsome. One look and you could tell that he has had a face lift!"
"Hey, stop talking nonsense. When did I say 'Day Destroyer Massacre Han' would kill Tai Fist?" Zhao Qingqing was a little dissatisfied, "I clearly said that I will beat up Koreans with my fists, kick Japanese bastards, and instantly kill a demon from Thailand, and finally trample a Yank to death!"
"The guild leader said it well!"
"Kill that Koreans!"
… ….
Zhao Qingqing was instantly angered and sent flying with a kick. "Are you courting death? Curse me flat chest? This guild leader's goal is to get 34D soccer balls! "
"You're at the airport!" Zhao Qingqing glared at Wang Xiao Ya.
"Bullshit, I'm 34B right now!" Zhao Qingqing angrily glared at Wang Xiaoya, "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll beat you up!"
"Little girl, just you wait, I'll beat this damn stick first. I'll beat you up later!" Zhao Qingqing glared angrily at Wang Xiao Ya, then she turned her head to look at Jin Minhao, "Hey, you're a dead man. You actually dare to come and smash my face. I'll smash your head!"
With that, Jin Minhao stepped forward and slapped Zhao Qingqing's face with his palm.
As soon as Zhao Qingqing made a move, Xia Xia Chen discovered that she had also learned the Misty Steps, and not bad at it. Although she wasn't proficient in it, she would still be able to handle normal opponents.
Unfortunately, this Jin Minhao was clearly not an ordinary opponent. His attacks were very fast and his moves were quite strange. His methods were different from normal ones and he could be considered an expert. Of course, from the perspective of summer, this guy was naturally nothing.
Zhao Qingqing had learned many moves, but they were a bit messy and had no proper rules. This was probably because she did not have a good teacher, and because of this, her moves were also greatly reduced in power. In terms of just her techniques alone, she was inferior to Jin Minhao, but because of her Floating Mist Steps, she was temporarily able to remain undefeated.
"Hey, that Korean, why are you such a noob? Quickly beat her up, beat her up!" Wang Xiao Ya shouted with a bit of dissatisfaction. After yelling for a while, she realized that Jin Minhao was still unable to beat up Zhao Qingqing, so she immediately became angry, "What?! That white haired youth is so handsome, not fierce at all?! That swindler Zhao Qingqing was right! Your face modification must be so handsome!"
"Guild leader, you can do it!"
"Kill him…"
The so-called Chinese Martial Arts Association had dozens of people cheering for Zhao Qingqing. It could be said that this Zhao Qingqing had quite a bit of influence. One had to admit that her popularity was quite high.
Xia suddenly turned around and looked at the girl who came with Jin Minhao with a puzzled expression. "Hey, why are you staring at me like that?"
"Huh?" The girl was stunned for a moment before blushing and hurriedly denied, "I, I didn't …"
"That's right, big brother Xia has a girlfriend, it's me!" Wang Xiao Ya held onto Xia Keke's arm as she spoke to the girl in a demonstration.
"Sorry, I-I just think I saw you online …" The girl looked a bit embarrassed. "Excuse me, you, are you An Keke's boyfriend?"
"You're called Summer, then?" the girl asked again.
"Of course it's summer. Who are you? Why do you have so many questions? It's almost like it's a hundred thousand!" Wang Xiao Ya said unhappily.
"Sorry, I, my name is Mu Village Ya." The girl answered softly.
"What a strange name, you Japanese?" Wang Xiao Ya could not help but ask.
"Yes, I'm from Tokyo." "We are foreign students from Jianghai University, and Jin Minhao is our friend."
"That friend of yours is really useless, he can't even beat a girl!" Wang Xiao Ya curled her lips and then looked at the boy beside Mu Village's Ya Zi. "Ai, he can't also be Japanese, right?"
"Ahh …" A burst of exclamations suddenly sounded out, attracting the attention of Xia Xia and Wang Xiao Ya to the two people battling. They turned around and saw Zhao Qingqing performing an aerial performance, turning into a beautiful parabola as she flew into the crowd.
Afraid that they would be hit, everyone quickly moved aside, creating a large open space in the sky above the horse. As for the pitiful Zhao Qingqing, she fell onto the ground and let out a loud thud.