My brother is obviously a waste, but he is too confident

Chapter 50 A stumbling block tailor-made for my brother

"The first group of the first round of the Qingcheng martial arts test preliminaries, start!"

Following the order of the deputy examiner on the main stage, the preliminaries of the Qingcheng Wushu Examination officially kicked off.

Compared with the "screening competition", the preliminaries are a real confrontation between candidates, which takes longer.So the competition group opened ten small arenas around the central big arena.

Accommodate each group of "20" candidates and compete at the same time.

However, the audience obviously lacked interest in the fight of the "ordinary candidates".Almost all the attention is focused on the "proud" figure outside the court...

The on-site camera crew was also considerate and frequently turned the camera to Chen Dongfeng.

"Master Dongfeng." Wang Bingbing stood in front of Chen Dongfeng like a bodyguard, looking around with a mighty look: "Everyone is watching you. No one is paying attention to the players on the field."

"Normal." Chen Dongfeng sat on a soft recliner, crossed his legs, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and slowly peeled the watermelon: "The strong are destined to live in the spotlight."

Chen Sanke next to him said, "The same is true for the clown."

Chen Dongfeng frowned, turned to look at Wang Bingbing: "She called you a clown."

Chen Sanke: "..."

"It doesn't matter." Wang Bingbing puffed up her chest and head, and she was quite proud: "As long as you can stay with your idol, it doesn't matter whether you are a clown or a puppy."

Chen Sanke: "..."

"I just want to prove it to everyone." Wang Bingbing looked back at Chen Sanke and proudly gave a thumbs up: "There's nothing wrong with being a dog."

Chen Sanke: "...Rotten."

"This stalk...has a sense of Zen." Chen Dongfeng's tone was faint, and he glanced at Chen Sanke vaguely in his eyes: "Some people want to be, but they still can't be."

"That must be." Wang Bingbing agreed deeply.

Chen Sanke: "..."

"Hey!" At this time, Wang Bingbing suddenly yelled, and angrily shouted at a reporter in front of him who wanted to get closer: "Go! Get away! Don't get close to Mr. Dongfeng."

"I... I'll just take a close-up." The reporter timidly raised his hand.

"No! Believe it or not, I punched your glasses!"

The reporter shuddered and walked away in despair.

Chen Sanke: "...still a watchdog."

"Can you speak in a less unpleasant way?" Chen Dongfeng frowned.

"It can be changed to a guard dog." Wang Bingbing suggested.

Chen Sanke scratched his head: "Is there any difference?"

Chen Dongfeng: "Dog, that sounds vulgar."

Wang Bingbing: "Dog, look elegant."

Chen Sanke: "...as long as you are happy."

"Hey!" Five seconds later, Wang Bingbing yelled again, pointing to an examinee in front of him: "Go! Get away! Don't get close to Master Dongfeng."

The examinee shuddered: "I... I'm just passing by."

Wang Bingbing: "Then stay away! Next time I see you walking so close, I will kick you away."

Candidate: "..."

Chen Sanke: "..."

Looking at Wang Bingbing with a mentally ill look, the examinee walked away quickly.

"Hey!" Three seconds later, Wang Bingbing yelled again: "Go! Get away! Don't get close to Lord Dongfeng!"

Examiner: "...I'll send student Dongfeng the battle list."

"I will pass it on to you." Wang Bingbing took a few steps forward and took the list: "Let's go."

Examiner: "Sick."

Wang Bingbing, who carried out the family's order, ignored the other party's words, took the list, and turned to Chen Dongfeng.

But when he turned his head, he "sweeped" the figure next to Chen Dongfeng from the corner of the eye, and subconsciously opened his mouth and roared: "Hey! Go! Get away! Don't get close to Mr. Dongfeng!"

"..." Chen Sanke beside Chen Dongfeng looked up in a daze: "...Are you crazy?"

"Ah... I didn't react, my mouth is bald."

"Cake." Chen Dongfeng sighed, and took the battle list: "You don't need to be too vigilant. You scare me again."

"Understood." Wang Bingbing nodded seriously.

Putting down the half-peeled watermelon, Chen Dongfeng unfolded the battle list and saw his next five opponents at a glance.

The first game: VS Aixinjueluo Ye.

The second game: VS Aixinjueluo Gen.

The third time: VS***.

The fourth game: VS **.

Fifth game: VS Shi Zhenxian.

"Sure enough." Chen Sanke, who came over from the side, narrowed his eyes: "Your opponents in the two matches are really those two brothers. This martial arts test battle is not random."

"It doesn't matter. No matter who comes, one punch will break it." Chen Dongfeng waved his hand grandly.

"Domineering!" Wang Bingbing applauded vigorously.

After grabbing the battle list, Chen Sanke handed it over to Wang Bingbing, and asked, "Take a look, do you know anyone?"

Wang Bingbing stopped clapping, took a glance at the list, and said, "Except for the last one, I don't know the rest. Master Dongfeng, in fact, I just transferred to Qingcheng. I studied in Jingzhou City before."

"Jingzhou City!" Chen Sanke was surprised: "Isn't that the capital of our province? If there is a provincial capital where you can't go for the martial arts exam, why come to this small place like Qingcheng?"

"Of course it is the champion. Although it is the champion of a small place, it is also the champion after all! But since I know the existence of Mr. Dongfeng, I will not fight." Wang Bingbing gave Chen Dongfeng a thumbs up. : "No one is qualified to compete with Master Dongfeng. Wherever you go, sir, you must have the priority to get the right to mate."

Chen Sanke: "...you can flatter me in the future, can you please be a little bit brighter?"

Wang Bingbing: "I will try my best."

Scratching her smooth chin, the girl thought for a while, and then asked, "By the way, you just said you knew the last person?"

"That's right." Wang Bingbing nodded: "Shi Zhenxian is also from Jingzhou City. The purpose of turning over must be to fight for the champion."

Chen Sanke: "How is his strength?"

"So-so, at level 0.4. It's about the same as me and Duan Yao."

"Hiss—" Chen Sanke inhaled: "So strong?!"

"For ordinary people, it is indeed very strong." Wang Bingbing looked at Chen Dongfeng and bowed humbly: "But for me, Mr. Dongfeng..."

Chen Dongfeng: "It's the difference between a punch that is shattered and a punch that is not so shattered."

Wang Bingbing: "Yes!"

Chen Sanke: "...how is his personality?"

"Personality, there's nothing to say." Wang Bingbing looked up and recalled: "He's a pure martial idiot."

"Wu Chi?!" Chen Sanke was shocked.

"Well. Apart from fighting every day, I am on the way to fight. I especially like to challenge warriors who are stronger than myself."

"Oh?!" Hearing this, Chen Dongfeng's eyes lit up immediately: "It seems that this is the official competition group, a tailor-made one for me, Mr. Chen..."

Chen Sanke: "The coffin."

Chen Dongfeng: "..."

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(End of this chapter)