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Song Qiaoqiao's eyes floated from the stands. Every Han Chinese people liked to watch the actual taekwondo stage, but if they were asked to go on stage, wouldn't they find a good deal?

Therefore, most men in Hanguo did not voluntarily come to the stage. Even if someone raised his hand, Song Qiaoqiao would automatically ignore it. Her beautiful eyes frequently swept across the stands, as if they were looking for someone.

After a few minutes of shooting, Song Qiaoqiao finally turned around and pointed at the lighting master as if she had discovered a new world. A dazzling light suddenly hit Chen Qiye's body.

"It's you, sir, please come up and practice with our Taekwondo master." Song Qiaoqiao pointed at Chen Qiye and shouted loudly.

"he?"

"This man doesn't look strong either?"

"I hope I can resist the beating, otherwise it will be too boring."

As he looked for the lights, all the audience members on the scene also focused on Chen Qiye's body, and he was the only one sitting in a calm position.

"Chen Qiye, the good show has finally begun. Let's see your performance next." Wang Yan'er giggled.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." Chen Qiye shook his head and said. He would not think that a group of black belts, green belts, and yellow belts would cause any interference to him.

Wang Yan'er smiled mysteriously and ignored it. It was obvious that there was a heavyweight contestant waiting for Chen Qiye in the Axe Mountain Gymnasium.

At this time, accompanied by a series of screams and a smell of fragrance, Song Qiaoqiao saw that Chen Qiye did not take the initiative to go on stage, and actually took the initiative to go up the steps and came to pull Chen Qiye on stage to practice. Such enthusiasm was strange.

"Sir, are you scared? Don't worry, our martial arts masters are very sensible, so don't be afraid."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qiaoqiao made a shocking move. She actually stretched out her delicate hand and took the initiative to pull Chen Qiye on the stage, which shocked many middle-aged men's eyes on the spot!

Song Qiaoqiao is a national goddess in Han Country. She has first-class figure and face. It is rumored that she is very noble and has no scandals since her debut. If it were an ordinary man, she would never miss the opportunity to kiss Fangze. However, Chen Qiye let Song Qiaoqiao pull her arm without moving at all, and the whole audience was suddenly in a state of turmoil.

"What are you doing? That man is too ungraceful. He doesn't even get like this. Does she think Qiao Qiao is a woman on the roadside?"

"If I could be held hands by Qiao Qiao, I would be willing to be beaten and vomited blood once."

"This man must be a coward, a coward, and he dare not come on stage?"

Listening to the discussions of the men around him, Song Qiaoqiao's pretty face turned red and felt that she was too ungrateful.

As a national goddess, she is not the existence of stars supporting the moon. If she smiles at a man, that man will be intoxicated. If she crys at a man, that man will be heartbroken.

But now Shen Qiye sat in the seat with an expressionless face and turned a blind eye to his holding hands. Song Qiaoqiao was immediately lost and broke down.

"Get up, okay?"

"This gentleman just ended up practicing. Do you need to be so scared?"

"I, Song Qiaoqiao, use my personality to guarantee that you will never be hurt."

"How come our Han Country has such a brave and cowardly man? If the men in our country are like you, then we will not be bullied to death by others."

"Get up quickly!"

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Song Qiaoqiao first acted coquettishly, then became a little angry, and finally pointed at Chen Qiye and cursed. She didn't believe in her appearance and could not command a man?

Even when the audience in the upper class of Busan were indifferent to Chen Qiye's eighteen martial arts skills, he finally stood up when he was curious.

Chen Qiye did not walk out of the audience under Song Qiaoqiao's hand, but instead carried his hands behind his back and walked off the stage, while talking to himself in Korean.

"First of all, I am not from Han Guo, I am from Chinese. The life or death of women in your country has nothing to do with me."

"Secondly, I can't promise anyone will be injured."

"Finally, I'll give you a Chinese proverb. If you are not my tribe, your heart will be different. Since you insist on letting me go to the stage, then you will be ready to pay the price."

Chen Qiye's three sentences were so loud that when he finished speaking the third sentence, the second sentence was still echoing in the Busan Gymnasium, as if it was to Song Qiaoqiao's previous response, and as if it was to all Han Guo people in the audience.

When Chen Qiye stood alone on the empty arena, he faced all the elites in the upper class of Busan, as well as dozens of Han Guo warriors wearing Taekwondo in the audience, smiling as if they were smiling.

First, he asked a young man with the lowest level of Taekwondo to follow his footprints in Busan, and then asked Song Qiaoqiao to come up and pull himself on stage. Faced with the successive provocations of the Taekwondo Hall in Busan, do you really think that Chen Qiye is a mud?

"Actually, you don't have to be so troublesome in the Busan Gymnasium, where is Park Young-hero?"

After Chen Qiye held his hands in his arms, he faced everyone in the Busan Gym and shouted loudly: "I killed Jin Hyun-joon, Cui Liuyuan was killed, and Cui Liuxiong was killed, you want to take revenge, what are the fears of me, Chen Qiye?"
Chapter completed!