Lei Zhen, the brother of Lei Shaoting.

I learned that Lei Shaoting suffered a lot from Lin Mo.

He thought about trying to get back some face for his brother.

Now that he knows that Lin Mo has also come to participate in the Wu League registration activity, he naturally wants to come and meet Lin Mo.

However, when you see the number displayed on the other party's tester.

He was immediately full of disdain.

"Hey, isn't this Lin Mo, a hillbilly from the South?

Tsk tusk tusk, 266 kilograms, even with this strength, dare to come to the competition.

I'm afraid that the first round will not make it through! "

When his voice fell, the younger brothers behind him also followed suit.

"Really, people nowadays, with a little bit of strength, feel that they are invincible in the world."

"Cut, the rubbish coming out of the horns also has the face to sign up."

"That's it, go back to the broken place in the southern border."

The movement here naturally attracted other people to watch.

Look at the numbers on the dynamometer.

The onlookers also began to give pointers.

The number of 266 is indeed a bit low.

Generally speaking, people under 300 kilograms are embarrassed to come to sign up and take their own humiliation.

And even the registration staff in charge of the registration office showed no joy.

Although 200KG boxing power is a standard, a person who is less than 300 dared to compete.

This is true.

Facing the ridicule from the crowd, Lin Mo didn't have any reaction.

During the game, just hit it to death if you encounter it.

What kind of skill can be slapped on the lips.

But the three people behind him couldn't suppress the petty temper.

"Dry gift food, you or him, have the ability to talk about it."

"If you have the ability to say it again, Lao Tzu will do you nothing."

"One more beep, I'll pry the tooth off for you."

After speaking, the three of them walked to Lin Mo.

The person on the other side seemed to be staring at the Prince of Shanghai.

"Yo-yo-yo, what happened again?

A little rubbish in his early 300s.

Are you afraid that you are not a fellow with this rubbish? "

Insider: "..........."

How accurate is he to guess!

Originally in anger, at this time, he was so a little bit by the opponent's younger brother.

Prince Haicheng stepped forward in an instant, and was about to hit the opponent's face with a punch when he saw it.

Lin Mo suddenly flashed behind him and came to him in the blink of an eye.

Then he grasped Haicheng Prince's wrist.

"The Wumeng has regulations. Those who do it in private will be disqualified from the competition.

If there are any contradictions, go to the competition stage to resolve. "

Lin Mo said so.

Prince Haicheng also woke up.

Damn, these few dog days turned out to be a yin Laozi.

"You, you, you, yes, it's you, you're a dwarf.

Aren’t you the worst scolding just now?

Dare to go on stage to practice. "

And the young man named by Prince Haicheng also became angry.

Height is the biggest scar in his life.

At this time, being exposed in public, his eyes instantly flushed red.

But his appearance, and he couldn't stop the Prince Haicheng, but made the latter even more excited.

"Staring at me, your ancestors are afraid it's not Wu, but the one who bought the biscuits."

Speaking of low-mouthed, Haicheng Prince was not let down at all.

And that little dwarf, if it hadn't been pulled by someone, would have rushed to fight.

Under the flip of the situation.

Lei Zhen couldn't help but darken when he saw that his strategy was seen through.

"Since you also said about going to Wutai, that's right.

266 rubbish, and 310 rubbish.

The people on my side, you choose, how dare you come on stage? "

Since the other party wanted to be abused so much.

Naturally, Lin Mo decided to follow their wishes.

But just when he was about to agree.

Among the crowd of onlookers, a shadow suddenly appeared.

"Lin Mo, you can make me easy to find."

Seeing Bai Ruorong come suddenly.

Lin Mo was also hooded.

"What's the matter, what's the matter with me?"

"My grandpa said, he plans to accept you as a closed disciple.

This is the disciple mustard. "

After speaking, she handed the quaintly packaged letter in her hand to Lin Mo's hand.

As soon as he said this, Lin Mo straightened his figure immediately.

After adjusting the meter, he stretched out his hands and took the'disciple mustard'. JrNovels.com