Chapter 428: Secret meeting, third round!
Chapter 428 Secret meeting, third round!
Luo Yu did not enjoy the audience's voice on the stage, but took Shuiyue'er and six daughters off the stage.
Go back and enjoy the comfortable shoulder and neck massage with Bibidong's soft hands.
There is also a leg massage by Sister Ah Yin.
Although he has stepped down, the heated discussions in the venue continued for a long time, and the exclamation continued.
"Just... what happened just now."
"What's the situation on the court?"
"It seems that this guy didn't do anything, he just said a few words, why did the seven members of Thunder Academy just kneel down honestly?"
"Dig it out, this will not be the legendary words that follow the law, every sentence contains divine power."
"Fuck off, don't talk, let's have a good game, what kind of metaphysics are you doing?"
"Even if Contra is here, he doesn't have such a great ability, right? One word and one look can make seven such strong geniuses kneel down one after another, without the power to resist?"
"This guy will never have the strength of the Title Douluo level."
"Don't make wild guesses, this guy is so young, with the strength of a soul king like Tang San, he is invincible. Title Douluo, is it possible?"
"Then what the **** is going on."
The audience couldn't figure it out, they didn't see Luo Yu make a move at all, so how did these seven kneel down.
You must know that these seven people are not just cats or dogs, but they are all geniuses sent to Thunder Academy by the last three Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus families.
Luo Yu in the audience didn't care about the heated discussions around him at all.
Fake sleep with eyes closed.
It is so comfortable now, Bibi Dong's massage techniques are extremely precise.
The tip of the nose can smell a milky fragrance.
A Yin and Lan Linger squatted there, elegantly stretched out their bare hands, and massaged inch by inch from the ankle joint upwards, combing the fascia of his calf.
Many male viewers were already drooling in secret envy at this time.
"Well, so this is the pinnacle of life."
"Is this the life of the upper class?"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery
Suddenly, there was a shout from the auditorium.
"Hahaha!"
"I want to understand what's going on."
A middle-aged greasy man with a full beard stood up suddenly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.
"What do you want to understand?"
The middle-aged man shouted loudly: "I finally understand what happened in the game just now."
Luo Yu's ears moved slightly, and he also noticed the noisy movement over there.
I was a little surprised in my heart.
Is there such a master in the auditorium? Can you see what he did on stage just now?
Under the urging of others, the middle-aged man raised a confident smile at the corner of his mouth and said with high spirits:
"there is only one truth."
"Do you still remember the first match played by the Tianshui team? Before the Elephant Armored Sect started fighting, they were so scared that the **** was out of control. Wasn't that scene exaggerated?"
"Everyone is watching this game, why are you bringing up the last one?" someone said with a blank eye.
The middle-aged man gave him a sideways glance.
"stupid!"
"Of course it does."
"Since we have already judged, the Elephant Armor School match was a fake match."
"Then why couldn't this match just now be a fake match?"
Suddenly there was a voice of disapproval.
"Damn, Yu Tianheng is the young patriarch of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family, and he just knelt on the ground in order to fight fake matches? Does he want to lose face?"
The middle-aged man looked into the distance with deep eyes.
"Those who have achieved great things in ancient and modern times, do not stick to small details, and use whatever means to achieve their goals. Face is worth a few dollars."
"The Elephant Armor Sect, one of the upper three sects and the lower four sects, have played counterfeit matches against this young boy. I smell a conspiracy."
"This guy may have a shocking background and needs everyone's friendship."
Everyone didn't believe what he said at first, but now they believe it a little bit.
The middle-aged man said leisurely: "If you think my statement is wrong, you can find another guess to refute me."
"Could it be that you think that this kid is so young and really has the terrifying power of a Title Douluo?"
"If he really has this kind of ability, he will be thrown into the sky and blown up today."
"Hiss—"
The audience fell into deep thought, and for a while they believed it.
Really can't find a more reasonable explanation, the only possibility is that this guy is playing fake matches again.
For a while, the crowd was excited, and their eyes glared at Luo Yu, thinking that this guy was playing them like monkeys.
The middle-aged man spoke again, with his nostrils upturned, forcing Graman.
"I advise you not to provoke him."
"If he wasn't playing match-fixing, you can't afford it."
"If it's like my guess, he's playing match-fixing, then you can't afford it."
"It is conceivable that the background behind him is so great that it is possible for two teams with such strong strength to play fake matches."
In an instant, the crowd was excited, and the eyes of the crowd who were about to scold Luo Yu froze.
The auditorium fell into silence again.
Pay attention to Luo Yu who is talking here, the corner of his mouth twitched undetectably.
Looking at the middle-aged man.
I really want to ask a question.
You are so smart, you are so smart.
The middle-aged man is still plausible.
"If according to my inference."
"This guy's background can only be the illegitimate son of the female pope, so that the various teams can cooperate like this."
"Puchi!"
At this moment, Shui Yueer and the girls all burst into laughter, covering their cherry lips together, watching Bibi Dong secretly.
Bibi Dong's eyes were extremely strange, and the red lips under the black veil trembled.
Luo Yu also had veins throbbing on his forehead.
How did you become a son?
"Honey, I want to kill him later." Bibi Dong hummed softly.
Luo Yu shook his head.
"Just kill it, it won't happen."
"Just beat him up."
"Okay." Bibi Dongfeng stared.
Luo Yu looked at the smiling middle-aged man in the auditorium not far away, and mourned for him in his heart.
Who told you to be so wise.
Ask yourself how lucky it is.
Actually, the method Luo Yu used was very simple.
Using the power of the dragon **** as a guide, try to mobilize the original power of the six dragon kings contained in the dantian to form a small-scale domain suppression.
It is also a dragon-type martial soul, and the blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex martial soul is naturally restrained to death, without the slightest ability to struggle.
Next, Shrek also went up to the competition one after another, showing his crushing strength, and successfully advanced.
After the game, his own team didn't bring it back to the rest area at all, and ran to Luo Yu's side in a hurry.
Looking at that delicate and lovely girl in stockings with slender jade legs, the male audience's eyes almost popped out, but they could only hide in the distance and look at Luo Yu enviously.
Secretly wondering why this guy is so lucky.
As for Tang San, he was sitting on the seat far away, with disdain on the corner of his mouth.
Originally, he was also taken aback by Luo Yu's ability to show the strength of the seven people at a glance. It was not until he overheard the middle-aged man's analysis that he calmed down and regained his confidence.
After all, he knew that there was a Titled Douluo behind Luo Yu, so it was not impossible for other teams to sell their face to fight fake matches.
As for Luo Yu having the strength of a Titled Douluo?
"Bah, absolutely impossible! Why is that guy?" Tang San spat coldly.
"As long as you meet me, you will not be so lucky. I will instantly beat you back to your original shape."
(end of this chapter)
