Chapter 146 Federation*

The four B-level powers of the Three Kingdoms are as vulnerable as chickens and dogs under Xiao Tian, which makes Xiao Tian wonder. Is it because I'm too strong?

"Yunen hui, why are you behind my back..." Kim Jae-woo and Han Eun-hye lay together, spitting blood and asking this crucial question.

"I'm not your wife. Do you care about my business?" Han Enhui snorted coldly, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with her sleeves, and suddenly stood up with her hands on the ground. With this force, there was a sharp pain inside her body, which made her frown, shook her body, and fell down again.

"en hui, you..." As soon as Kim Jae-woo, who was lying on the ground was about to say something, Han Enhui sat on his face, "uh, uh, uh", his questioning in the second half could only be expressed in this way.

"Benevol, are you all right!" At this time, the warrior also moved to Han Enhui. He unfolded his dry old hand and stretched out to Han Enhui. Han Enhui smiled at the warrior and handed over his snow-white hand.

"You, you have blasphemed the favor!" Han Enhui was pulled up by the bamboo hat warrior. As soon as his buttocks left Jin Zaiyou's mouth, he scolded angrily.

"No, grace, come back!" Jin Zaiyou leaned up a little, stretched out his hands to fish on Han Enhui's waist, pulled it down, and pulled Han Enhui back. And because of Kim Jae-woo's excessive force, Han Enhui's big buttocks were fiercely imprinted on his face. At this time, his mouth was talking, in the stage of opening to closing. In this way, he firmly nibbled on Han Enhui's buttocks.

Xiao Tian looked at a burst of pain. Sure enough, the Japanese were involved in his peers, so he had to prevent them from carrying forward the fine traditions of the nation. Xiao Tian strode over and kicked the Japanese samurai.

"Ba Ga!" The samurai returned the knife, and the soles of Xiao Tian's feet kicked the knife. The collision between flesh and blood and metal was a complete victory, and Japan* was directly trampled in two by this foot.

"Panasonic gun, are you all right!" Han Enhui saw that the Japanese samurai was kicked and almost fell down by Xiao Tian, and immediately bounced up from the ground to help him. Jin Zaiyou under her buttocks suddenly sat down on her head and went underground.

Stanson and Olivia have stood up and stood side by side, but no one moved. Xiao Tian's strength scared them. This Chinese student is as simple as drinking cold water, and he is not at the same level as him at all!

If the new generation of the most accurate test instruments they are carrying showed that the other party only has B-level, they would have regarded Xiao Tian as A-level. These two foreigners have been scolded for a long time. A casual student is B-level, and it is also this kind of B-level that can be beaten at the same level. Damn Chinese, do you dare to be more against the sky!?

Fee the depressing atmosphere at the scene, Panasonic Gun, Han Enhui and Kim Jae-woo's three enemies of the "triangle" relationship also temporarily abandoned these "miscellaneous thoughts" and stood with the two Americans. These five Bs are superior wherever they go in their own country, but now, in the face of a Chinese student who is shorter and much thinner than them, they have put down their arrogant self-esteem and are forced to join hands.

Xiao Tian stood there quietly and quietly looked at the five tall guys. Without saying a word, he was as sunny as the boy next door. But in the eyes of the five B-level masters, the person standing opposite is not a high school student at all, but a lion and a dragon!

They remember that in the east of the world, there is a nation called the descendants of Yanhuang, and they claim to be the descendants of dragons! When they thought of the word "the descendant of the dragon", they shook their heads and laughed countless times, thinking that this group of yellow-skinned monkeys were too arrogant and had blind self-confidence. Obviously, they were a low-class race with cultural backwardness and corruption, but they thought it was arrogant and had ridiculous "ignity" and pride in their eyes.

But now, looking at the teenager standing casually but exuding great pressure that no one can ignore, their minds coincidentally think of these four words, these four deafening and iron-bone characters: the heir of the dragon!

"Guys, don't be so nervous." Xiao Tian, who was expressionless, suddenly grinned and broke the depressed atmosphere. The five foreigners, whether it is the tall Yankees, the Panasonic gun with Mr. Cang, or the Korean stick with a shameless level than the power level, all breathed a sigh of relief, and the mountain pressed on their chest was removed.

"I only have one problem." Xiao Tian stretched out a finger and shook it: "Your purpose."

"I..." Several people looked at each other, and Statham took the lead in opening his mouth. With the United States, where could it be the turn of the little Japanese and South Korean sticks to speak.

"Stop!" Xiao Tian waved his hand and interrupted them: "I remind you that you only have one chance to answer. If you tell the truth, I will save your life, but if you tell a lie, don't go back. Five of you, choose a representative, remember that this person's answer is related to the life and death of the five of you.

"I," Xiao Tian's voice fell, and Statham spoke again.

"Have you thought about it? The life and death of the five of you are in your words. Be careful. Xiao Tian reminded.

"First of all, I want to remind you that it is impolite to interrupt others. Of course, you are not a gentleman." STANSON SAID TIMELY, "AND, ON OUR FUC.KYOU, I WILL SEND YOU A SENTENCE ON OUR FIVE!"

"Ha, that's right, just like this. I'm afraid my hands will get dirty if the bones are too soft!" Xiao Tian laughed and knew that Lao Mei would never give up because of his words. How could such an arrogant guy as Lao Mei give in so easily?

"Big Gun, it's up to you!" Statham shot a big Panasonic gun heavily.

"Although I don't like you--your name reminds me of a very famous woman in your country, and I don't like you. Your face looks like you use a big gun against your famous woman every day, but I agree with Statham. Next, it's up to you!"

"Hi!" Panasonic's big gun bowed 90 degrees to Statham and Olivia and replied loudly.

"Panasonic gun, my life, will be handed over to you." Han Enhui also shouted because he was tired, and only Jin Zaiyou snorted coldly: "I'll settle accounts with you when it's over!"

"Fight for Bushido! Even if the last drop of blood is drained, it will not hesitate!" Panasonic's big gun was to pull out another * on his waist, held it high, and shouted with a pious face, and then his * cut down on himself.

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and Xiao Tian grabbed him* and asked with a painful face, "Well, I'm sorry to bother you for two minutes. I have to shout 'Bushido' before I hear you do anything. What is 'Bushido'?"

"You! You can insult me, but you can't insult the sacred Bushido!" Panasonic's big gun shouted with an iron face.

"I'm just asking, why is it an insult?" Xiao Tian's eyes widened.

Panasonic's big gun ignored Xiao Tian, and the horizontal knife was inserted into his chest. The tip of the knife stabbed in, and the blood in his chest spilled out.

Grandma's little Japan is really easy to play with self-harm, but these days, why don't you play cleavage and change to chest cutting? It seems that Japan is not only a rapid economic development, but also the fine tradition of cleavage keeps pace with the times.

His chest was bleeding, but the face of Panasonic's big gun was a strange flush, which was as moist as the baby's face. He used force on his hand, moved the handle of the knife horizontally, brushed a few times, like a calligrapher, and carved a strange pattern on his chest.

Originally, the blood on his chest came out like a fountain, but with the completion of this strange pattern, the blood on his chest immediately stopped. Moreover, the blood attached to the surface of his skin was sucked in again by the pattern.

After cutting his chest, the Panasonic gunman scratched the knife, and there was a big cut in the palm of his hand. As soon as he shook his palm, the blood at the incision immediately increased his horsepower and gushed out. He bent down, walked a strange footwork under his feet, and quickly smeared his palm on the ground, just like a street artist.

In a moment, a strange picture appeared on the ground. This picture is round. At first glance, it is similar to the Tai Chi of Chinese Taoism. A yin and yang line divides the circle into two. However, this Taiji map is not a yin and yang fish, but some strange and complex lines, which are as mysterious as the symbols he drew in Lin Zhengying's zombie movie.

Xiao Tian has a feeling that the picture on the ground has a resonance and an energy connection with the pattern on his chest.

"Hang in a good position!" Panasonic gunman shook and flew four round black things from his sleeve, which were inserted into the Taiji map to point out the location for Lao Han.

Xiao Tian looked at what was fired by the Panasonic gun and directly cursed: "Damn, it's actually a sword in his hand! Is it easy to produce a Naruto in Japan? Sasuke used his sword to be so handsome that he fell scum, but his image was ruined by you old man! Return the sword in your hand, old man, do you have the ability to fight again? Do you have the ability to take a look at a spiral pill? Obviously, he is not a ninja, what are you pretending to be!"

At this time, Xiao Tian is the only one who is still in the mood to think about this. Lao Mei Xiao Han has already stood in according to the position indicated by the sword in his hand.

Panasonic's big gun didn't say anything. He glanced at Xiao Tian indifferently. With a wave of the sleeve robe again, four pieces of bitterness really flew out, and the four people were nailed to the four people. However, these bitterness is not scattered. On the handle of bitterness, there is a blood-colored thin line, and the other end of the line penetrates into the sleeve of the Panasonic gun, and I don't know where it is connected.

"joint*, open!" Panasonic's big gun inserted * back into his waist and imprinted his hands. The space there was suddenly strangely twisted. Even with Xiao Tian's perception, he could not know what was going on inside.

After the space returned to normal, there was only one of the five figures left in Taiji. This figure was two meters tall and covered with hair. It looked like a werewolf, but his head was the head of a beautiful woman, Han Enhui's head.

The werewolf's hands are holding a huge*!

Seeing such a strange combination, especially such a beautiful face with such a rough body, Xiao Tian didn't know what to say. He seriously suspected that his aesthetics would be affected after the war.

The Panasonic gun, which seems to be the worst, is the core of the five people, and he is not just a Japanese samurai, but also practice ninjutsu.

The combination* is the trump card of their trip. They dare not send A-level directly, which is easy to attract the attention of those monsters in China, so they found the Panasonic gun, sent several B-levels, and then synthesized A!