Chapter 54 Return the other way

Everyone looked at Su Han. There were many tattoo enthusiasts present, but no one knew him. This boy seemed to suddenly jump out of the stone. His appearance was really new.

Kuan Dongzhe understands that this guy is the guy Li Changfeng made himself abuse, and he is a complete rookie.

This kind of rookie has no qualification to fight with himself, and the other party has no possibility of defeating him at all. Kanto Zhe laughed and scolded, "Yo! You Chinese have a style. The first tattooist couldn't beat me, but he found such a boy and tried to defeat me? Stop daydreaming and find a few stronger ones as soon as possible. I can't bear to abuse opponents at this level!"

Su Han smiled and just wanted to fight back, but found that the audience in the venue was accusing him.

"Haha! It's really funny. It's really funny. When will the dignity of the Chinese tattoo artist come from you, a hairy boy?

"Hey, I just asked a question loudly." A man with a bald head and tattooed with a black mamba snake on his arm shouted, "Brothers present, did one of you have a tattoo from this guy's handwriting?"

No one gave a voice of approval. Obviously, no pattern came from Su Han's arm.

Su Han moved his wrist joint: "It's not normal. I've only learned tattoos for four or five days."

Poo! Su Han was nervous about the tiger lines of mineral water and sprayed all the mouthful of water on the ground: "Brother, you are a calf. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. You have just learned for three days, and you dare to challenge Kanto Zhe? Do you know what kind of person Kantozhe is? That's the number one tattoo artist in Asia.

"Do you dare to go to power in three days? Why are there so many embarrassing things in Huaxia now?

"Hmm, some people are too thick-skinned, but he can't afford to lose people, and we can't afford to lose them."

For a while, the audience seriously slandered Su Han, some of whom cursed and even cursed Su Han - if you can win, I will fucking cut my little * on the spot.

Xiaoying also sweated for Su Han. She really wanted to defend Su Han, at least to the people around her, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't even say a word, because she didn't know that Su Han had learned tattoos at all.

For a while, the sound of abuse, slander and curses was endless, and these people made Su Han feel a feeling of suffocation.

He did not expect that his generosity was not recognized by a person, but on the contrary, he was boundless abuse.

The tiger pattern poked Su Han's waist and eyes with his finger: "Brother, I admire your courage, but if you don't leave this place quickly, I guess your ancestors have been greeted by those people for 18 generations."

Su Han took a look at the tiger pattern. From the other party's eyes, he read the concern. It seems that there are not all good people.

"Kid, I've learned tattoos for three months. If you think you're a genius, then pass my test first."

"Hey, don't embarrass others. That boy obviously wants to show his face on the stage. What's the real ability! Boy, do you know how you imitate Sister Feng's self-despotic hype?

Su Han has been holding back and saying nothing.

It was not until the voice in the venue became a little lower that he opened his mouth.

With one mouth, the strong sound waves surged up one after another, shaking the eardrums of the whole audience. Su Han used the trick of lion roaring to make everyone present feel his strong voice.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Su Han was comparable to the roar of a lion, which made the whole audience completely quiet. They were all curious about why Su Han had such a strong voice, and they were also curious about what Su Han planned to do next.

Su Han stood with his hands behind his back and said, "You think I can't do it. Yes, so who can do it? Go!"

The whole audience can't say anything. Although they like to attack their compatriots to get pleasure, it's a pity that when they really want them to play, they really know how much they have.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Does anyone dare to get on this table? Su Han's eyes were herred, and his expression was very terrible, which made people feel a sense of pressure out of thin air.

The audience cast their eyes on the tiger pattern. The tiger pattern felt hair all over and quickly lowered his head; "Don't look at me. I can't handle that Kan Dongzhe."

He said from the bottom of his heart. When the bystander was clear, when the wanderer and Guan Dongzhe fought against each other, he knew that he was not an opponent and did not go up to be ashamed. If he accidentally fell into the psychological shadow of the back of the wanderer, it was even more than the loss.

Su Han nodded and said righteously, "A group of mediocrity who only know how to talk freely can only attack other people's enthusiasm. They dare not go, but they don't let me go? Still slandering me? Still scolding me? Are you qualified? That's what I said. If someone goes on, then the people on it can scold me whatever they want. I have no idea. If not, hum, just shut up and enjoy how my genius defeated the enemy.

After saying that, he turned over and went straight to the platform in an elegant posture.

The platform is as high as a small half a floor. Su Han jumped up gently. Kanto Zhe was very surprised: "Chinese Kung Fu?"

"You don't care whether it's kung fu or not, I'm here to deal with you little Japanese devils."

There was silence under the stage. In fact, some people looked at Su Han's efforts and really wanted to shout hello, but they were just scolded by others. They had an idea in their minds. How can they cheer for Su Han?

If it hadn't been for his words that made everyone embarrassed, maybe he would have been scolded to death again.

"Pack me up? Hahaha, hahaha, which green onion are you? What works are there? Who is the teacher? It's so arrogant that you can't be raised.

"Whether education works or not, it's better than a person who travels thousands of miles away and comes to a foreign country to pretend." Su Han is tit-for-tat.

Kwan Dongzhe's sneering shoulders shook and waved to the host: "I want to change the rules."

"Mr. Kanto, this is difficult to do. The rules have been set at the beginning."

Kan Dongzhe looked contemptuously at Su Han, turned his head, and said in an extremely provocative voice, "I don't want to defeat such a small enemy. Go and double my steel plate in the first round, 60 kilograms. Otherwise, what's the meaning of the game?"

"Hmm, if you want to add it, you can add it. Anyway, you will lose." Su Han added with a smile, "You are actually a very mediocre talent. You have become what you are now by relying on hard work. Unfortunately, you have honed your skills, but you can't hone a strong heart. Next, I will show you that genius is always a genius, and mediocrity is no matter what! There is still mediocrity in his bones.

"You..." Kanto Zhe is most afraid that someone will talk about the word "genius" because he knows that he is not a genius.

You are dead. Next, I will let you lose completely. After looking at Su Han, Guan Dongzhe walked heroically to the platform and followed Su Han.

With the steel plate wrapped in his hand, Su Han stood a horse step and had been tattooed with the word "wind" on the volunteer's back. Before he had two strokes, he stopped.

Some people under the stage sighed and cursed loudly.

"Alas! After all, I've only learned tattoos for three days, and I don't know how to get them after two injections. It's really cheating.

"It's really shameless. Looking at that look just now, I still have a little fantasy about him, but now it's all broken."

"Do you still have fantasies? It's not that we haven't seen this kind of boy. Those who just came to be apprentices in the tattoo shop are 250,000 to 80,000. Before they start, they have pointed to the tattoos of the masters. The boy on the stage should be the apprentice who doesn't know the sky.

Su Han stopped writing, but Guan Dongzhe was not crooked at all. He slowly tattooed his thoughts. His idea was very straightforward. Anyway, the other party could not win him, so he simply showed his talent in this word, which dwarfed Su Han.

These are not the main purpose. Guan Dongzhe knows that as long as his things are countless grades higher than Su Han, these Chinese idiots will scold their compatriots.

Kwan Dongzhe's greatest pleasure is to let his people scold himself. At present, he is only one last stroke away from completing this goal. The last stroke of Fengzi will produce a brand-new work with clear color and tough style.

"Hmm, I now find that it's a good job to abuse rookies!" Guan Dongzhe was extremely happy when he remembered that the whole venue would scold Su Han as a useless waste later.

Thinking of the happy place, he also turned his head and looked at Su Han. Unexpectedly, Su Han had been looking at him again. The two looked at each other. Guan Dongzhe was a little embarrassed and grinned, "Hey, hasn't you carved three strokes yet? Just wait for your people to abuse you endlessly."

Is that right? Why do I think I will win, and you are the person nailed to the pillar of shame?

"What are you for?" Kanto Zhe's wind character is only half pen short.

Su Han shrugged his shoulders; "I'll tell you now why I won!" As soon as he put down the words, Su Han shook his wrist fiercely. How strong he was, a strong foundation-building man, and his arm strength was at least hundreds of pounds.

The steel plate swings to Kanto Zhe's steel plate like a swing.

Bum!

There was a thunder at the scene. Guan Dongzhe was completely blown away and the tattoo pen fell to the ground. At the same time, Guan Dongzhe made an inch-long cut on the volunteer's arm.

"Oh! Wow!" He didn't have time to take care of Su Han, but hugged his hip bone and was hit by his steel plate. His hip bone felt that he had been severely beaten with an iron rod and was so painful that he couldn't breathe.