The Road to Champion of the King of Spirits

Chapter 284 Chang Wei, Said You Don't Know Martial Arts (Additional 48)

After the match, even Chen Mu's teammates had many question marks on their heads.

On the way back to the field, Liu Motong kept asking curiously like a baby: "Is it really the Ibrahimovic that our family gave you that you used this time? What have you done to him this year?"

Backstage, other professional players, known and unknown, also gathered around to bombard them in turn.

"Chen Mu, is your Ibrahimovic really only one year old?"

"How did you practice?"

"Which instructor did you find? I will go to your sea carp next season, okay? You can introduce that instructor to me."

Players from other teams took it for granted that it was due to the instructors, but Mei Yutong, Xiao Lu and Mao Yifan who were on the same team knew best——

How can there be any instructor?The number of times this kid Chen Mu has come down to find instructors in the past few months can be counted on the fingers!
The longest period is the period when Jiahe Renwa learned to "sleep", because Chen Mu himself really doesn't know how to teach this trick.

Xiao Lu even suspected that few instructors in the base knew that Chen Mu still had an Ibrahimovic.

"How on earth did you do it?"

Finally, Xiao Lu couldn't help but speak.

"This one……"

Chen Mu made a rare mistake.

He never underestimated himself, and he has always believed that he is really good at cultivating elves.

But little Ibrahimovic was the only one who didn't dare to take credit.

Because it really has nothing to do with him.

He himself doesn't know where this little guy's talent comes from!Really can only be described as a miracle.

So he had no choice but to answer in a down-to-earth manner, "It's because this little guy is very talented and can learn everything quickly, so I just gave a little help."

However, after saying this, the eyes of everyone looking at him revealed——

I believe you a ghost!
My fellow, what are you doing here with us at Versailles?
If it wasn't that I couldn't beat you, I would definitely go up and beat you now!
Chen Mu was also very helpless about this.

What he said is really true...

Until a participating water friend discovered Huadian as a blind student——

"Wait, did you mention it before, your Ibrahimovic was given to you by someone?"

"Ah, yes, it's a gift from their family."

Chen Mu pointed to Liu Motong beside him.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Liu Motong and a little Eevee who was also following her.

Frightened by the eyes of everyone, Liu Motong's little Ibrahimovic timidly shrank back, but at this moment Chen Mu's little Ibrahimovic jumped out decisively and stood in front of her sister to help her block the sight of the humans in front of her.

These two Ibrahimovic are so close, they are indeed related! !

Many people couldn't help but start to shine.

However, Liu Motong dispelled their irrelevant associations with one sentence.

"My Ibrahimovic is far worse than Chen Mu's. She hasn't even learned to 'splash sand' yet, and the Ibrahimovic at home is similar to this."

Although a little disappointed, but think about it, this is indeed the normal law of development.

So some acquaintances headed by Xiao Lu turned their attention back to Chen Mu.

Sure enough, the problem still lies with you kid!

Chang Wei, you said you don't know martial arts?

For this, Chen Mu could only hold his hands together, and didn't argue anymore, just let nature take its course.

But all this made the ignorant little Ibrahimovic a little dazed and timid.

Suddenly so many people surrounded the master, he thought he had caused trouble.

So as soon as he returned to the quiet rest area, he hurriedly asked Uncle Aying who loved him the most.

"Uncle Aying, did I make a mistake?"

It's a pity that even Ah Ying didn't really want to answer him at this time...

Thinking back to when I was one year old—well, as a long-lived species, when Aying was one year old, he was still a little bean ghost who only knew one trick of "tongue licking" and had less than five combat effectiveness. There is no comparison at all.

Such a memory feels inexplicably sad.

Little Ibrahimovic didn't know that this battle not only amazed everyone in the auditorium outside, but also hit all the elves in his own team.

All the elves couldn't help recalling their childhood, and couldn't help comparing with Little Ibrahimovic's previous performance in the ring.

Then one after another felt that sadness flowed like a river...

In the end, it was Chen Mu who reached out and touched the little Ibrahimovic's head to comfort the kind little guy.

"No, you didn't make a mistake. On the contrary, you performed very well and shocked everyone outside,"

Little Ibrahimovic arched Chen Mu's hand affectionately, and the idea of ​​confirmation came from the link.

"Really? So they were just scared by my performance? So I'm so good~"

Of course, you are super brave.

Chen Mu responded with a smile.

He actually didn't tell Little Ibrahimovic: You didn't only scare the people outside, you also scared all your little friends. Your Uncle Aying is autistic right now, and even he was scared by you at first!
Due to the fact that Ibrahimovic brought too much excitement to everyone, Chen Mu thought about it in the second round and decided not to play Ibrahimovic.

He lifted the scabbard, which was becoming more and more salty now, from the sofa in the lounge.

"Let's go, I'll let you play next."

As a result, this guy has been living a more Buddhist life since he laid down his mentality. He is often belatedly aware of everything that happens around him, so that he has not realized what Chen Mu meant at this moment, and lazily passed a thought after being brought up.

"Hold me and move yourself."

Chen Mu also couldn't laugh or cry to him.

It wasn't until Liu Motong came to the player's bench again that the second round of the water friends match was about to start, that Chen Mu let go of the hilt of his single scabbard and threw him towards the ring.

"Go."

"What?"

"You are my battle elf in this game, I won't hold you anymore, you just follow the command and fight."

"Oh."

The single scabbard first responded subconsciously.

It wasn't until a second of pause that I realized it, and jumped a meter high in excitement!

"You don't hold me anymore?! Are you really going to let go?! You allowed me to play freely? Hahahaha! The great sword ghost has finally regained his free consciousness!"

The single scabbard twisted and twisted excitedly in front of Chen Mu, and the streamer at the end of the hilt rotated at high speed, like a five-speed electric fan.

Liu Motong, who was watching from the side, asked with concern: "Master, is your elf alright?"

Even the referee was a little uncertain at this time, and asked proactively.

"This contestant, is there something wrong with your elf's mental state? Now that the game has not officially started, do you need to replace the elf?"

It was because the referee of the entertainment game would ask this question, and the referee probably blows the whistle to warn in the regular game at this moment.

What Chen Mu was asked also had a black thread.

Some ghosts really don't go to the house for three days.

He immediately made a decisive move, grasping the hilt of the single scabbard that was spinning the streamer in circles.

The referee and host stared wide-eyed, subconsciously wanting to exclaim.

As a result, the next moment, Chen Mu directly picked up the teasing sword and threw it towards the center of the ring with a wave of his hand.

"Shhhhh!"

The single scabbard draws a parabola, spins and flies towards the front of the arena. The last sword is inserted obliquely in the center of the arena, the tip of the sword sinks into the ground, and the sword body is still "buzzing" trembling, exuding a fighting spirit and murderous aura that soars to the sky!
I have been fighting with Chen Mu for a long time, and even once beat all kinds of powerful enemies with my hands. Leaving aside the actual strength of the single scabbard, at least in terms of momentum and killing intent, it is definitely the only existence on this stage!

The two sprites sent by the player on the opposite side stepped back three steps in unison, looking at the sword trembling.

"Good guy, player Chen Mu gave the opponent a bad blow when he came up this time!"

The host interpreted it this way.

However, at this time, Chen Mu, who was on the sidelines, just squinted his eyes, his face was neither sad nor happy, just like a Tibetan fox emoji.

This has absolutely nothing to do with getting off your horse.

He was just urging that Dou Bijian, who had an abnormal mind, to go to the stage quickly...

(End of this chapter)