808: C808 Insufficient Legs

C808 Insufficient Legs

Black Sword Villa and Lady Manor Lord, as well as some of the higher ups, could not help but almost stand up.

They were shocked.

Their eyesight wasn't something that an ordinary person could compare with.

They could tell that this was no coincidence.

For Chen Qian to slap Pengpeng, he had first seen through the flaw in Pengpeng's movement technique and predicted the change in Pengpeng's movement technique a step ahead of time before being able to slap Pengpeng.

This was amazing!

It was understandable for a powerful and experienced combat expert to be able to determine the truth.

How could Chen Qian judge?

Furthermore, the strength that Chen Qian had displayed was only that of a level twenty samurai.

"Impossible ?"

"This is impossible ?"

Pengpeng covered his face and crawled up. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

He believed that this must have been an accident, that it must have been a coincidence.

Only Ma Xiaojiu squinted his eyes and laughed.

She knew that since Chen Mo dared to go up, he would definitely be powerful.

So it was like that!

Chen Mo laughed and said: "Pengpeng, you have already lost. Five minutes is still long. I'm going to make my move! "

"Come!"

Pengpeng heavily said a single word. He took a step back and placed both of his hands behind his back, turning incomparably solemn.

Chen Mo smiled as he took a step forward. Raising his right hand, Pengpeng immediately executed his movement technique and dodged first.

Who knew that when Chen Mo raised his right hand, he did not slap it, but instead pulled with his left hand at an extremely fast speed.

"Pa ?"

Another crisp sound. The direction that Pengpeng was dodging in, happened to be the direction Chen Mo's left hand was coming from.

The scene instantly turned silent.

Dead silence.

The first time could be said to be an accident, or it could be said to be a coincidence.

What about the second time?

How to explain?

The young generation of Black Sword Villa all stared with their eyes wide. pyretic blood began to surge.

"It can't be?"

Black Sword Villa and Lady Manor Lord looked at each other and felt that it was unbelievable.

But they felt incomparably comfortable.

This slap was too beautiful.

"No, no, no, impossible ?"

Pengpeng covered his face as he crawled up, his eyeballs seeming to be so shocked that they popped out of his eye sockets.

This slap made his head buzz. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so why did he hide so well?

Chen Mo laughed and said: "Pengpeng, get ready, I'm going to make my move!"

Pengpeng instantly retreated. This time, no matter what, he would not be chosen again.

Chen Mo's speed did not seem to be very fast either. With the speed of a normal cultivator, he slapped his left hand, the Pengpeng dodged, and then his right hand.

However, the slap on Chen Mo's right hand, who had only pulled out half of it, suddenly stopped in midair, instantly changed its direction, and smashed downwards with the palm of his hand.

Pengpeng's head just happened to appear under Chen Mo's palm, and was slapped on the back of his head by Chen Mo.

"Pa ?"

With a crisp sound, Pengpeng was slapped in front of him like a dead dog.

The scene was silent once again.

A deathly silence.

The first time was an accident, the second time was an accident.

What about the third time?

How to explain?

Black Sword Villa and Lady Manor Lord's heart slightly sped up as they looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

They could already tell that Chen Qian's strength might not be as strong as the Pengpeng's.

However, Chen Qian's understanding and control of the movement technique was definitely above the Pengpeng. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to grasp the movement technique's trajectory so accurately.

Then the problem was, Chen Qian's movement was actually stronger than Pengpeng?

If it was really like that, Chen Qian could rely on his movement technique to squeeze into the top three or even the first place among Black Sword Villa's younger generation.

How could he possibly remain calm and not even obtain a direct disciple?

Black Sword Villa was young, and in an instant, the pyretic blood began to boil.

"Alright!"

"Senior Brother Chen Qian (Junior Brother), well done!"

"Senior Brother Chen Qian (Junior Brother) is mighty!"

All of the young warriors couldn't help but cheer and cheer crazily. They could no longer suppress their excitement.

"Junior Brother, well done!"

Mo Bingyan applauded loudly, feeling proud and proud of him.

She knew that Chen Mo would not disappoint her, and Chen Mo had never disappoint her.

Pengpeng shook his head and crawled up. Blood dripped from his nose.

He thought he was dreaming!

Was it so illusory? He was one of the dignified Sunset City's Four Xiao Feiyi, the famed four-legged Peter Pan, yet he was actually lashed three times by a little trash that only used the strength of a level twenty samurai?

This must be a fake!

Chen Mo smiled and said: "Pengpeng, are you ready? I'm going to take action now! "

Pengpeng retreated a few steps back and immediately put up his guard.

Chen Mo took a step forward and struck out with his palm. Pengpeng quickly dodged, but he did not dodge at all.

"Pa ?"

With a crisp sound, Pengpeng was slapped to the side. Chen Mo flipped his hand, and slapped him again.

had already circled behind him and kicked the Pengpeng buttock, causing it to fly out like a hungry dog. It landed on the floor, with blood flowing out of its nose and mouth.

The scene was silent once again.

Silence again.

The dozen or so Heaven's Pride s that came from the First Field were all dumbstruck. Only Ma Xiaojiu was still relatively calm, with a smile on his face.

Even the young generation of Black Sword Villa were trembling in excitement.

They all felt that this was not real and continuously applauded.

In their eyes, four-legged Peter Pan who possessed extremely terrifying movement skills, was just like a dead dog in front of Chen Mo.

Chen Mo walked over, extended his hand and grabbed Pengpeng's Hair, lifting him up like a little chick.

Chen Mo laughed and said: "four-legged Peter Pan, you don't seem to have enough legs?"

"I ?"

Pengpeng opened his mouth but he did not say anything. Chen Mo's slap on his face made him dizzy.

Chen Mo continued to speak: "You slapped my senior brother Senior Sister Junior Brother's face six times.'s face two times, I will return it ten times to you.

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he released his hand.

Pengpeng swayed, lifted his leg and swept it across Pengpeng's leg. Pengpeng was originally incomparably short, but when his foot landed on Pengpeng's face, he screamed as he was sent flying to the side.

It was just like a dead dog.

Chen Mo went over, grabbed the Pengpeng's Hair, lifted it up, and swept it with his leg again.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa ?

AHH ?

Following that, the only sounds that could be heard were the screams of Pengpeng and the sounds of his face being kicked.

The Pengpeng was like a dead dog. In Chen Mo's hands, he could not stir up any trouble, he could just kick whatever he wanted to.

Pengpeng's face had long been kicked into a pig's head. A few teeth fell and all the bones in his face shattered. Even one of his eyeballs popped out.

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